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…I'm wet…

…I'm alive…

I'm… alive...?

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!! My eyes shoot open, looking round, a large grin on my face. Oh my goodness!! This is amazing! I'm alive! I thought I was dead when that tube came down, but- and-

Oh my goodness! What a sight to wake up to! Oh, the colours! The bright greens and blues and reds and yellows and- I press record, taking it all in. I stand up, getting more footage.

I'm at the top of a hill, looking down at a small town. The roofs are mostly thatched and made of wood, there are black stripes criss-crossing through it and there are hundreds of aliens walking about down there. I climb the nearest thing- tree, sorry, and look beyond it. In the distance, I can see a long, yellow plain near the edge of a deep blue one. I can see forests and mountains across the bay, tall and grey-green. I gasp in astonishment. This is paradise for a video-camera like me! What's up with me?!? I feel so hyped! I just want to record, acquire better footage, obtain better views-!

I clamber down the tree and run towards the town. After a few minutes, I reach the edge of the town, stopping in the middle of a stripe. I focus on the aliens.

The aliens vary in size from 5ft to barely 1ft, slightly varying in shapes. The smaller ones are being carried by the larger ones. They have two arms and legs, different tones of skin, two eyes and ears, different coloured hair of varying lengths and styles on their heads, dressed in different clothes- So much variation! I wag my tail and grin in pleasure. Perfect!!! Huh? I hear a honking noise to the side of me. I turn to see a transport module rushing at me. I yelp and duck, the module passing over the top of me. I run off the stripe and near the buildings. I run down the walk on the side of the road, er, sidewalk, running between people, looking at their faces. Oh no, no! They're all alike! I need to find some fresh faces! I duck down a small alleyway and come out the other side. I pause a second, getting my breath back.

What is up with me? How come I'm obsessed with filming people now? If 613 was he- 613!!! Oh, Blitznack! I forgot all about him! Where is he? Is he alright? Is he still in pod form? Wh- Huh?

I stop, listening. Music… Music means people! I look around, listening out. It's coming from… That building! I run up to it and look through the window. Oh… Wow… Inside, I can see people in the same style of clothing; a grass skirt, grass headbands, grass armbands and coloured tops, all moving in time to the music. Hold up, there's a word for this… D- D- Dancing! This is perfect material! But suddenly, some smaller dancers, about my size, come onto the floor. One of them with orange hair pushes the one in front of her with black hair. The black hair turns and pushes back. In a few seconds, they're all at it. One of the older aliens comes over to break them up. He says something. I think… I can translate…

"Girls, girls!" the large one sighs, looking between the smaller ones. "What am I going to do with you?"

"It was weird-lo's fault, she pushed me!" accuses the orange-head, pointing at the black hair. Now, that's not true! I have proof!

"No I didn't, Myrtle! You started it!" yells black hair, hands on her hips. The orange hair must be Myrtle.

"Did not, Lilo!" yells Myrtle at black hair. She must be Lilo. "You saw me girls, didn't you? Lilo, you pushed me, and now you're going to get in trouble!"

"Ye-eah!" say the other girls, all leering at Lilo. The larger one sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"We've been through this routine enough times today." He says, looking between them. "Take five, then get ready to go." Five? Five what? The, er, girls all walk to the sides. I focus on Lilo. She sits down by the side next to- I close my eyes, then open them again. No way. I- I must be overlapping recordings. Sat beside her… is the blue furry body, large, wide ears and face of… 626. He takes something out of a bag and flaps it at her face, fanning her. She smiles appreciatively, opening a bottle of something and drinking it. I… I can't believe it! Heh! What are the chances-? I stop as 626 looks up. He looks me in the eyes, surprised and alert. He points at me and yells;

"Ookata! Cousin!" The rotten snitch! I see Lilo look up as well, surprised to see me. But, for some reason, she smiles, throwing her water bottle down.

"Wow! Another experiment!" Another? She's seen the others? I don't have time to think before 626 runs and jumps at me. I yelp slightly, pulling away from the window. 626 jumps up on the ledge, growling.

"626, don't you recognise me?" I ask, backing off. He jumps off, and then pauses, tilting his head. He shakes his head and steps towards me again. In desperation, I grab his hand and put it against the side of my face. He freezes, my fur running through his fingers. I move his hand down to 555's puncture marks, then onto 552's teeth marks. I'm just about to move it to my chest like he did before when his eyes widen in recognition. I smile at him as Lilo runs out the front of the building.

"Hey, Stitch, back off, will ya'?" she asks, running up to us. Stitch? Who's…? Lilo runs to us and puts her hand on 626's shoulder. Him? He's Stitch? Lilo looks at me kindly, smiling. "Hi. I'm Lilo. Who're you?"

"Erm, I'm 592." I reply, baffled by her reaction.

"You must be pretty confused. How long ago were you re-activated?"

"A-about 20 minutes. I-I don't know how…" I stammer. How does she know about me?

"Me and Stitch here are ordered by the grand councilwoman to re-capture all the escaped experiments." She explains, nodding towards 62- Stitch, as he is now called. "We have to get them before a big guy called Gantu catches you instead."

"So this, Gantu, guy. He's bad?" I ask. She nods, her headband slipping off.

"Yeah, he's going to use you to take over the world." She says, pushing it back onto her head. Me? Well, I can't do much. What use could I be to the big guy? "So, what can you do?"

"Well, er, I have a cinematic memory." I say, folding my arms. She looks at me blankly. I sigh. "I'm a video camera."

"Oh, cool!" she says, leaning in closer. "What clips have you got?"

"How long've you got?" I smile, then press playback, showing her everything except 552's footage. And the bit with 613. C'mon, that's personal! After a few minutes, the clips end.

"Wow…" she says, still looking at my eyes. She clicks her fingers, smiling. "Oh, I almost forgot! I godda' give you a name!"

"But I already have a name!" I say. She shakes her head.

"No, a name I can call you. Y'see, I get confused with the numbers. Is that OK?" Oh. I nod, wondering what she's going to call me. She rubs her chin thoughtfully for a few seconds, then smiles.

"I know! I'll call you 'Recall', because you can remember things as Videos." I tilt my head down, thinking. Hmm… Recall… I like it.

Good name?