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Explorer 0613 initiating Status Report. Day ten.

At last, the Humans have once more left me in peace.

The past three days have been wholly uneventful. The primitive animals have persisted time and time again on interrogating me about their companions, failing to understand that their efforts will bring forth no response from me. They have tried several methods, from speaking to me in several different dialects to attempting to bribe me with what I assume to be food.

Earlier this day, the lead Human has once more threatened to kill me with its projectile weapon, and when I still refused to react, it fired upon me. But as I stated before, they cannot afford to kill me, so it sought to injure me instead. The projectile had embedded itself into the base of one of my tentacles. It has bled profusely and it took me some time to remedy this. It still brings me great pain and the afflicted tentacle has become quite difficult to move.

After inflicting this harm upon my being, the lead Human once more demanded a response, to which I remained still and stoic. One of the other Humans has suggested that I had no actual involvement in the disappearance, and that my presence in the forest was but a coincidence. It suggested that perhaps the two young animals are still wandering lost in the forest, or has met their end from the Heat Rays. At this, the lead Human wandered off in a huff.

An hour after its disappearance, another Human approached my cell, holding several of my devices. It held them up one by one, requesting I tell it the purpose of each. Although I gave this Human the same lack of reply as its leader, I did make attempts to grab the devices. I had no desire to leave them in this creature's possession. I doubt these primitive animals could glean any benefit from these tools, and replicating them would be beyond their capabilities. But they still held the potential of damaging my property.

However, the Human kept these out of my reach and I went still once more. This creature wished for me to give it some sign that I understood it, using my devices as incentive; I remained firm. The Human exhaled heavily before moving off, placing my devices on a nearby surface.

When the lead creature returned, it was discussing something with another. I ignored this at first, nursing my wound as best I can, until it was mentioned that this new Human is a scientist discussing its ownership of me and of my capsule. My interest piqued, as I was aware this animal could play a significant role in the perpetuation of my mission. It exchanged what seems to be a form of currency with the lead Human, insisting that my presence be kept secret.

The Scientist then turned to me, scrutinizing my form before its eyes settled on the injury. It gave the lead Human a sharp reprimand for this, telling the fool that with my unknown anatomy, I could have been killed with the unprovoked assault.

After the lead Human had been made to depart, the Scientist ordered another Human, -its Student, I am now aware-, to retrieve supplies. As the Student set forth to accomplish this task, the Scientist moved cautiously to the bars, the guard Humans readying their weaponry as it did so.

I made no movement as the Scientist opened the cell and set foot inside my prison. The armed Humans grew noticeably more anxious the closer the creature got to me and I made sure to make myself as nonthreatening as I can, lest I be struck down needlessly. The Scientist showed me its palms as it moved, as if this frivolous gesture meant anything to me, and it knelt by my side.

I lay patient and still as it proceeded in examining my wound, wiping away some of my blood with a cloth that it had produced from the folds of its attire. The Student reappeared with a small box-like object in its possession and it crept fearfully near me. The Scientist opened this box to reveal an assortment of primitive tools and it used these instruments to treat my injury.

Although I remain stoic, I cannot help but feel a sense of scorn towards their technique. Their medical practices are archaic, unnecessarily messy, and thoroughly unpleasant. When I return to my capsule, I will have to treat myself properly, but until then, this is what I have to make do with. They at least succeeded in removing the offending projectile from my flesh.

Upon the completion of this tedious procedure, the Scientist closed my injury with great care and dressed my wound with cloth before it backed away from me. It seemed to expect some kind of response from me, and when it realized that I was not going to comply, it took its Student and the other Humans away. I was finally left alone to heal.

However, despite my persistent silence, I do hold great interest in interacting with the Scientist Human. I believe that if I humored it, I could establish contact with Humans of higher scientific, political, and military position. Do I have permission to begin communication with this creature?

Understood.

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