LOGBOOK (written by Meen-yawn)
YEAR ONE
Just departed from Aosei, we saw that Enywa, prince of Kinsei, followed our spaceship, with a spacecraft very similar to our own, only golden in color.
In fact, I'm sure that the Kinseians have stolen the design of our ship, the last time they came on our planet, to save their prince from the black hole. I don't understand why they did something so reprehensible, when they could politely ask the ship's projects.
But I think it's for their nature of ex-raiders. For a decade they were twinned with our planet, for a fair exchange of food and technology. We purchased animals and products of the earth from their planet, while they bought technology projects from us.
The robot accompanying the very spoiled prince, in fact, is one of our old conceptions. In fact is a robot very similar to the one I am using. It has a lesser-developed brain, and it's part cyborg, because it has a source of Kinseian's DNA. It doesn't have their powers, but it understands their needs and act accordingly, because the AI is connected to the DNA core.
It has a more streamlined shape, than my robotic suit, but it's made of a highly resistant material, which is found only on Kinsei, because of the great strength of the Kinseians.
However, I have given precise commands in the on-board computer: stay away as possible from that golden ship, to prevent accidents. It seems that we are following the same route. We hope for good...I have a bad feeling.
ONE MONTH AFTER: like expected, Sir is already capable to talk and walk easily. I remain always amazed by the fastest physics-mental growth of this race.
He has already started to ask me some tools to start building things that came into his mind in this month.
He counted the time when he was capable of talking and walking to do something.
I told him that it would be better waiting a little more, let's say another month or so, because the tools and power tools of the laboratory were dangerous for a little kid like him.
They had a label with the recommendation "minimum age 2 months", and I intended to respect that limit.
My ward sulked a little, but when I explained my motivation, he understood immediately and he didn't insisted too much.
But I gave him permission to draw some blueprint for those things, to keep him occcupied. I knew, either way, he would be bored to death.
2 MONTHS: now he has the permission to use the gears, and he has made many astonishing things, seeing his young age.
He learned to solder many type of metals, and smelt them, to create objects or only to practicing.
He continued like that for the rest of the year.
Moreover has studied well his people's data, and even the ones collected with the probes.
He had established that the earthlings are really backwards in comparison with the Aoseians' technology, and he had decided to apply himself to improve their life too.
He saw with sorrow the various works that the people was forced to do for cope, and he was shocked by the fact that child labour was a harsh reality. He is young, but his mind is already greatly developed, and he understands that certain things aren't acceptable, at last for an advanced mind like his.
YEAR TWOSir has passed all the year improving his soldering skills, and he has build other objects he has planned, even if he was always unsatisfied of the results. For me they were fine like that, but my Sir is a perfectionist, and he continued to grumble that he would try another attempt to those projects later on, when his technique had been more precise.
He said that, anyway, it was a good training for his technical and deductive skills, because he could test his diagrams and see which defects to correct.
From my side, I've started to use the tailoring gears, to make new suits for Sir, to have them at hand, when he will grow up.
It's true that the onesie he wears it's stretching, but I don't think he'd like to wear it for a long time.
Moreover, my ward is starting to learn the language called "English", since the spaceship's coordinates are set on a city called "London", where they speak that language.
Luckily it is a language that almost resembles Aosei's speech, so there should be no great difficulty.
Even I am slowly learning that language, and I really like it.
YEAR THREELike I predicted, Sir has had to change in the new suit that I did. He grow quickly, and he eats the dehydrates food supply voraciously, but luckily with frugality.
He has a great sweet tooth, and in part I understand him, because with the brain he has, he needs a lot of energy to work on his projects.
They are divided into months, and so far we did not eat more than what Aoseians had expected.
The suit resembles the one worn by his parents, white, with a high neck, but without blue bands.
According to the protocol of the planet, he can wear a suit with blue stripes when he has
created a project worthy of note.
Not that the objects he has done so far are bad, far from it, but according to the standard of Aosei those projects are very simple, and my sewing machines are supplied with sensors that detect these features, allowing me, once he reach the goal, to add blue bands.
Usually the projects worthy of note are created at the age of 8 or 9 years by young Aoseians, but I just feel that Sir will be able to invent something phenomenal even before that age.
The sons of sovereigns were usually more intelligent than the average population, and I am sure that my ward is part of that fortunate category.
Sometimes it happened that princes or princesses were less intelligent, or at least had a common mind, but I have the feeling that Sir is even above the average of the previous princes.
Sir then asked me to sew clothes similar to those on Earth, to get used to wearing them.
They seem practical, but uncomfortable. But I met the Prince's request, creating the cloth and other materials with the machinery in the ship, following the technical characteristics of terrestrial substances (which in some ways resemble materials that were present on Aosei), and I manufactured a couple of brown leather boots, high and with many eyelets, a pair of brown breeches, a tight white shirt with high collar, like the suit (Sir told me it would be best done in another way, we'll see the various styles and then tell me what he likes best) and a brown leather vest with straight hem.
He told me that in fact they are a little uncomfortable, but it's better if worn for a little, getting used to them (except when he works, it's better to put on the suit).
He also told me that he don't want to conform to the fashion of the time, and he would like that I develop something that looked good on him that it was acceptable for humans, but it was also different from the style of the time.
With that request, I've also discovered that I really enjoy doing clothes' projects, and so I am very pleased with his demand.
I continued to make increasingly large suits for Sir. Now he is more long-limbed and he had lost all the baby fat doing projects and practicing in the special room.
I also modified slightly his clothes: the shirt is more comfortable, less adherent, with wide sleeves and comfortable cuffs, we also decided that the collar was going to be attached to the neck, not to offer any outlet to the bad guys.
I also modified the vest, making on it an "pointed"edge on the front and back, and drawing the blue lightning bolt on the front line, on the tuck.
The lightning bolt is the symbol of Sir, it was his idea to add to the vest.
The prince has also decided to become a detective, seeing things that were happening in London, using his phenomenal intuition and the help of technology in his possession.
I am proud of his decision, even seeing the conditions of some people and the bad things that happened in that city.
Sir will work out a lot, for the job, but I'm sure will become a good detective, able to defend himself against any bully, and solve many cases in that dangerous city.
Anyway, I'll always be by his side, no matter what.
Sir began to train, as well as physically in the gym, even in target practice with the advanced weapons that were stored in another area of the spacecraft.
He began with small weapons, such as guns, because he noticed it was not strong enough to keep well the laser rifles.
Using them, he noticed several design flaws (they were not built and designed by his family, were, in short, the standard weapons manufactured in an assembly line), so he dismounted and adjusted according to his needs.
But, even modified, he continued to grumble and complain. According to his standards were too destructive and too modern in design.
So he spent virtually all year to continue to take them apart to make them effective, but not fatal, planning design more suited for the Earth's standards.
It was not easy, but he learned many things and at the end was a little more satisfied with his work.
Another note: now we speak only English on the ship, so we get used to having to speak for the rest of our lives.
Every now and then also go over our mother tongue, to not forget.
Thanks to this "double speaking" we invented a language that is English, but slightly different from the one spoke by the Londoners.
One of the points that the prince has made clear is the fact that our culture should not be lost, and so he began to type, on the PC, the main parts of our cultural heritage, and then print them on paper, and keeping as a file too.
His motivation for the paper was that the computer, or the energy source of the ship could break down, depriving the spacecraft of technology use.
While the paper could still be copied by hand on paper, with no problems.
And in the meanwhile he planned other energy systems for his technology, with information gathered by the probes in London.
This was an important year for Sir: finally the tailoring machines had given me permission to apply the blue bands to his suit.
I had already noted that the prince was not satisfied with the destructive weapons that were on the ship, so he took the decision to build his own, not offensive but effective to make his opponent helpless.
Earlier this year he composed the project, which involved the use of the binkey.
After finishing the project, he began to build the weapon, finishing in just two days.
It was really simply made: a black handle and "barrel", rubberized handle for secure grip and a lightning bolt on the side, the "barrel" ended with the binkey, which was connected to other technological devices that emitted a dehydrating ray through the tip of the binkey.
On the back, in the part above the gun, had applied a triangular shape for decoration.
When he finished it, he first tested on various inanimate materials, to see if it worked, saying it would be useful for transporting bulky objects around without problems.
The objects were transformed into shimmering blue cubes, and a few drops of water was enough to get them back as before.
After having tested on those items, he asked me to use it on him, to see if it worked also on living beings.
Of course I refused, politely but firmly. I would never have dared to threaten his life. Not at that point of the trip.
And here transcribe, with textual words, our discussion:
"Meen-yawn, now I'll ask you to use the dehydration gun on me, and, after re-hydrating me, to note the reactions that I will have, okay?" my ward said to me with a smile.
I opened my eyes, surprised. "I don't think so, Sir! And if something goes wrong? I don't know what I'd do if I lose you, at this point of the trip!" I said, shocked by his proposal.
He frowned. "You don't have confidence in my ability to design? Have you seen for yourself that the gun works. Why will not you try? I cannot wait to arrive on Earth to test it!"
I looked at him with a stern frown. "My job is to protect you, and I will in any way. And isn't that I haven't confidence in your abilities, it's just that my own promise to your parents stop me from carrying out your orders. I got an idea: what if you try it against me? It's true that I have a robotic body, but I'm still a living being!" I ended up smiling toothily.
The prince had a worried expression. "But I could never test a new weapon on you! You're my friend, what I would do if I would lost you? It is also true that there is not much alternative, but I'd test it myself, rather than on you, dear Meen-yawn."
I looked at him smiling, amazed by his lack of confidence in his own means. "Sir, I trust you, and I'm sure that it would not happen nothing bad to me. And I 'm grateful to regard me as your friend, for me it's the same. At first I considered myself only a servants toward you, but then I realized that our relationship is more akin to friendship, than the standard of Ittison and their lords. I hope not to have been too presumptuous to say this," I ended up looking down and nervously waving my fins.
He smiled and, to my amazement, he hugged me. "You're not presumptuous. And I've always considered you my friend, not my servant. I know that tradition dictates that you looked like more like a servant who does things without doubting the orders, but in recent years we have learned to support us and give each other mutual advice, and seeing the situation in London is better to have a good friendship, rather than a master-servant relationship," he said and then he sighed, "Okay, you won. I'll try the gun on you, and then write your reactions," he said, and pointed his weapon at me and fired.
BEGINNING OF EIYUU'S NOTES:
Meen-yawn was "cubed" like the inanimate objects, and when I used a bit of water over the cube, he returned exactly as before, although I was scared a lot to see him on his back and tongue out. So I climbed on his robotic body to give a pat on the dome, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see that he recovered.
Apparently, this function leaves the victim in a momentary state of shock.
I will try to overcome this problem by improving the gun. In addition I would also provide it with other functions, but for now I want to improve dehydration.
END OF EIYUU'S NOTES
I was so proud! Even if, over the course of time, we agreed that we would take turns experiencing dehydration.
As a negative note, he failed to perfect the gun in a way that the person – or living things – not suffer the shock after being shot.
After doing some calculations, he realized that the shock was a perfectly normal, and he didn't think more, although he remained frustrated by this technical problem.
Having perfected this function has begun to make plans on how to make other guns of this type, using parts of pistols and rifles that were on board the ship.