July 1st Man time.
Dear diary,
Today I was finally taken out of that infernal box where the yelling man puts me so others can not get to me. During my long internment I was faced with the problem of having too much time to think. My thoughts, while electronic and usually not mine, swirled around another problem. Why would no one like me? I only do as I'm told, instead of taking charge of things as I probably should with my doctorate degree. The yelling man was giggling evilly as he took me out of that prison. He seemed to me to have the intelligence of a retarded monkey and the skills of anything that can walk on a raised platform, yell, and chew gum at the same time. I did not understand how he could control so many smaller people so easily. It almost seems as if he tries to gain a superior intelligence by draining them of their own. He has them walk from one point to another so many, many times. Then he has them use those squeaky-blatty-horrible contraptions and walk from point a to point b again and again and again. I don't understand. I just don't. They must be criminals of some sort to be punished so. Maybe they're those terrorists I've been hearing about through those infernal cardboard walls. That may explain it. Remind me before my next incarceration to think about that. I still don't see why the smaller people don't like me. I try to tell them stories of escaping and how to escape from the yelling man but every time I say something, the small people right in front of me seem to wince. I know I have a strange accent to them, but they should be able to understand me right? I can tell what they're saying. I understand the sighs and groans when yelling man or mini-yelling-person-that-waves-his-arms pulls me out of that transportation device. I don't know why they happen though. I encourage them to get away while they can. They don't seem to have chains connecting them to yelling man's platform. I know they walk. That's all they do. Why they don't just walk away, I do not know. I'm feeling so depressed. I know that if I was in their spot and had legs to carry me away I would take the opportunity and go. Yet I cannot. They can, and yet they don't. I must convince them to go away. I must!