The Adventures of Emily - Part 4

Day 151: My language acquisition lags far behind my physical progress. In truth I cannot fully determine if my captors use an intelligible language or merely use a combination of grunts and gestures at each other. There is no comparison to our own soft, tonal form of communication. Whether there is in fact a true language with structure and grammar behind it, I cannot say; nothing I have seen so far can confirm it. In lieu of learning my captor's way of speaking, I have begun attempting to teach my primary jailer our own native tongue.

At first I was quite impressed, she seemed eager to learn and able to repeat a few simple phrases. However I have since learned that she is an excellent mimic and apparently lacks the sophistication to acquire a new language. Our sessions have had an unexpected benefit; we have developed a certain rapport, and I may be able to turn her. An inside agent would be exceptionally beneficial to our cause. Still the communication gap looms. I have turned to physical gestures to communicate my most basic desires. My captor certainly understands my expressions but often misses the nuances. What she understands as, "I'm happy!" is often truly, "I'm delighted that I have created something foul for you to clean up!" She may perceive that I am displeased but be wholly unaware of how she has thwarted some well-thought-out plan of attack by relocating me.

My jailer does have one skill that I enjoy. Before placing me back in my cage, she will often make sounds in her language that are melodic, reminding me of our own tongue. This has a calming effect and may be related to their mission against me. I am unsure of it; however, I will continue to work towards turning my captor. I do believe that she has a soft spot for me despite my imprisonment and rough treatment. Further reports to follow.

Adventures of Emily part 3

Day 136: My mission of observation and sabotage is going better than we anticipated. As my body grows acclimated to this new environment, I can feel my strength growing. A key component of my observation tactic is to take full advantage of meal times. My captors foolishly lift me to a higher elevation while they administer the nectar. Though initially I can only focus on the delicious food, as I become less starved, I utilize every muscle in my body to gain a 360 degree observational area. This activity greatly displeases my jailer (indeed she cries out as if in pain), but I doubt she can fully comprehend the significance of my endeavors. Please annotate our manuals so that our trainees can be sure to follow my lead in this area.

The Adventures of Emily Part 2

Day 132: As I may have related before, I believe that my captors may be deploying a deep psy ops campaign against me. They insist on leaving me in the dark for hours at time; I must admit that my strength occasionally fails, and I fall asleep. Upon waking however, I find myself terrified and cry out at the dark. My captors then administer a wondrous nectar to me. I cannot lie; I am addicted to this foodstuff. It must be laced with psychotropic substances as I immediately calm down as I imbibe and early on I found myself often falling back to sleep while I drank it. More data is required before I make any conclusions as to the goal of this campaign. I will report again soon.

The Adventures of Emily Part 1

I'm going to post my stories going forward regarding Emily's travails in this great, wide world, and sometime I may go back in time, but for now you can read about how it all got started here.

It’s been 122 days since my abrupt awakening in this cold, forsaken world. In many ways my training has prepared me well. I take great pleasure in tormenting my captors with the myriad of skills at my disposal. Just this morning, the shorter one arrived at my cage wearing dark clothing. Silly being. Within 15 minutes, the entire top was soaked with my regurgitations. I graduated top of the class in that skill as you may recall. Indeed I can hardly feel sorry for the wretch. My great pleasure in anticipating the results led to my presenting an enormous grin just moments before my act of sabotage. She had been fully warned yet still she feebly attempted to utilize a small blanket to stem the tide. Amusing indeed.