The following is a recovered transmission—an extract from the alien diary of a fallen soldier who disappeared many years ago.
The message has just reached Planet Thrae.
Log 1
My spaceship just crash-landed on this strange planet. The atmosphere is thick, the terrain rough, but I’m alive. The beings here are unlike anything I’ve seen—they’re wild, unpredictable. They speak a language I can’t understand. There are no rules here. Survival is everything.
They fight. They steal. They take whatever they need without question. They call themselves “cavemen.” I assume it’s because they live in dark, rocky caves scattered across the land. They’re primitive… but fascinating.
Log 2
They’re starting to change.
One of them discovered how to make fire. It was chaotic at first—more smoke than flame—but they’ve learned to control it. They’re now cooking their food instead of eating it raw. That’s a big leap.
They still rely on brute strength, but I can see their minds beginning to work. It’s slow, but it’s happening. They’re evolving—faster than we expected. I’ll continue observing. I’ll check back in a few years.
Log 3
Progress. Real progress.
The cavemen now wear simple clothes, stitched together from fur and plant fibers. More importantly, they’re building wooden shelters—basic, but better than caves. No more sleeping on cold, hard stone.
They’re learning to shape their environment instead of just surviving in it. I wonder how long it’ll take before they invent comfort—pillows, maybe. Or beds. We’ll see.
Log 4
Incredible.
The people are more advanced now than I ever thought possible. They’ve built brick houses, roads, machines. They own devices that make their lives easier. They read. They write. They think deeply.
But there’s a cost.
They’re smarter now, yes—but also weaker. They’ve lost their strength, their sharp instincts. They rely too much on their tools, and not enough on themselves.
One of them noticed my ship. They’ve been returning to study it. They call it a “UFO.” They’re trying to figure out what it is—where it came from. I think they’re getting close.
Log 5
They found me.
A group of humans stormed my hiding place. I’ve been taken to a facility they call “Area 41.” It’s heavily guarded. They’ve been interrogating me, asking question after question. They’re fascinated. Terrified.
They want to experiment on me.
I won’t survive it.
If this message ever reaches Thrae—know this: I did all I could. I watched, I recorded, I learned. My mission ends here.
May another one of our kind come and finish what I started.
Moral of the story: Evolution in life always happens. Every step forward leaves something behind.
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