She doesn't bother watching me write these any more. Miz, she calls herself. Tall, uh, girl I guess. Antenna down to her feet with bright blue eyes and uniform. She's one of the more tolerable "Irkens" here, I will say that. Her S.I.R. though? It's the worst. Miki. I was beginning to think if it didn't rhyme with S.I.R. it wasn't allowed. Any way, it's a defective model, of course. Glows yellow and dresses as a "lion". She taught it sarcasm for sure. The thing can come up with a witty rebuttal for just about anything. I hate it. I hate everyone here. Everyone hates me. It's a mutual thing. Well, most everyone hates me. The super-sweet-melt-more-than-the-rest-of-us-in-water batch of 'em seem to be unable to hate anything. Well, except for some long ago Tallests or something. Red and Purple? Odd to refer to Tallests after colors. The pink usually claim to be descendants of one while the Bloodlusts say they headed the experiments they were created in. They can't possibly hate you, right ma'am?
Most of the pinks also talk about that one defective Irken, Zam I think, in a certain way. I think they admire him. It's quite amazing. They still think he's alive along with those other Tallests. It's like there trapped in time some 100 years ago.
I'm still doing my job if that eases you. No progress seems to be made yet but it's only day two. Eighteen more days and I'll whip 'em back into good working condition. Trust me. I haven't been swayed by their logic and neither has my S.I.R. It's in tip-top shape. No glowy colors or anything. I think I'll start working with the pinkums tomorrow. Though, I'm not sure what career they'd be good at...