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Cattain's Log: Between my being deathly ill and deathly terrified, I don't know how much more of this I can take.
For the past two days, Lieutenant Myeer and I have been living with giants, who seem to be - oddly - providing some kind of strange alien meatballs and maintaining a watering hole for us. Though I suspect this might be poisoned, it could be that they're only trying to fatten us up for later. I doubt it makes any difference for me, considering that I have been physically unable to process anything organic on this planet.
I have also been worrying about the Lieutenant. Not only does she insist that the giants are no threat to us, but her stoned expression belies a certain maliciousness now that I am wasting away.
whatsup I am dangerously dehydrated to the point where my skin stays bent after Myeer pinches it. (She's been doing that a lot for her own amusement.) She tells me I need to 'lighten up' and just drink the water - which I suspect may be full of strange new metals that could accumulate in my liver.
She, on the other hand, calls it 'miraculous entwash' and seems to be thriving. And now that she has the upper hand, she's taken to pushing me around. She knows I can't push back.
getoffcur Alas, it is difficult to hold one's own when one is weak. In fact, I think she may have actually gotten bigger as well - though perhaps it's just because the catnip is finally leaving her system.
stoppouncing Is that the kind of Lieutenant that Myeer is? As soon as you start showing signs of weakness, she goes for the underbelly.
ceaseanddesist Who knows? She may even want to kill me just to have some fresh meat!
getaway In no uncertain terms, it seems, I have a potential murderer on my hands.
notinthemood Unable to fend for myself, I quickly become swept into a world of motion blur, which Myeer must be using in order to disorient me.
motionblursickness At one point I told her I'd be dead soon from my illness, so she wouldn't have to bother with killing me. She just laughed and said I was merely off-color.
ghostworld What a downright malevolent creature to have as a second officer! She may let off the scrapping for a while, but I keep my eyes on her - even in her most severe stints of Motion Blur Sickness.
myeerisfading Motion Blur Sickness isn't really a disease per se - it only enhances unpredictability. And that's all I need right now. Because of this, I am forced to forgo sleep, knowing what plans may be lurking in Myeer's convoluted little brain.
notfeelingwellmyeer I'm tired. So tired. I can't believe my own partner attacked me. I decided that if I occupy her mind with more duties, I can control her. It started out promising enough.
mustfindacure I ordered her to stop being a bully and look for some food while I kept watch for the giants - or else we would both die!
Myeer protested, assuring me that the giants were not that bad, but I believe this is trickery on her behalf.
No sooner had she gone out of view than I heard a fearsome thudding - the thudding of the smaller giant's footsteps. Coincidence or conspiracy? I began climbing down, though my strength was so lost that I could barely maintain my grip. 
climbing I called for help, but Myeer was nowhere to be seen. Was this part of her plan?
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At last, the giant was behind me, and its huge hands were closing in! I finally lost my grip and darted between its massive pink feet.
cannolongerclimb Exasperated and getting closer to collapse by the minute, I ran behind the Watchtower - knowing full well that the giant could easily set it down on its side and thus have me cornered. But instead of doing that, it thudded out of earshot.
Then, what should I find hiding there than our own emotionally-troubled artificial intelligence system, the Orb? No longer able to keep my head, I began frantically demanding advice. The Orb, however, could take no more and self-destructed.
theorbexploded It was at that moment that the realization hit me: I am truly, utterly alone on this dismal planet.
thingsdonotlookgood There is no one I can turn to. I fear I shall not last another day.
whatarewetodo That was also when I learned that Myeer's hunt had come up fruitless, and still I cannot rest, in fear that she will throttle me in my sleep.
suspectingmyeer For now, I must keep her under close surveillance. She actually thinks I'm crazy. But I know better. It is not I who am crazy. It is not I who am mad! Didn'tcha hear 'em? Didn'tcha see the crowds?
sheislargerthanme I know she is waiting for just the right moment. But when will she strike? Perhaps she won't have to - I'm already doomed.
surroundedbymorons I've decided to not give her the satisfaction and simply throw myself to the giants. It would probably be less of a cruel end. Good bye forever.
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It didn't go as badly as I'd thought it would. I encountered the smaller giant once again and discovered that it thinks I'm so 'little' and 'cute' compared to 'that ruffian'. At least that's what my Improbable Translator tells me it's saying.
shrinkingeveryday I'd found the Translator among the Lieutenant's carelessly discarded belongings. But it's no wonder the giant thinks I'm so little - I've begun to see Myeer for what she really is.
sheisbigger A big, barrel-chested, bullying trufflesnout. Who couldn't stop saying "I told you so!"
sheisgettingfat Then again, Perhaps Myeer was right - maybe there really is something in the water. She must be twice my size by now! I decided to try the 'entwash' at last. It sickened me and I threw it all up.
myeercroudsmeatthefood Myeer, however, was quite invigorated instead and began hunting for a jribble that had darted into a thicket.
tryingtofindmissingbooks I, on the other hand, observed this activity at a safe distance while huddled on one of the giant's enormous legs.
candonothingbutsleep Since Myeer has hungrily been gobbling down whatever the giants have been putting in a tub sitting on the ground, she's been tearing around in a field, hunting the fearsome debris.
plasticbagcrash I don't even have the energy to tell her how ridiculous she looks.
icanonlywatch I still feel terrible and often find myself running off to our designated latrine. How much longer must I endure this suffering?
iawaittreatment It is my only hope that someone receives these messages so that my people will know what's happened to me after I'm gone. It's highly doubtful that even Myeer will be rescued, considering I have no idea what sector we're in.