23rd August, 1985. Personal log. I'm beginning to forget sometimes how nice it is out here.
There must be so many people who'd kill to be where I am. Lying on this little jetty,
looking out at the water. I really need to stop and enjoy the moment sometimes. I just can't help
thinking. What if my time runs out and I don't see anything? It's getting me down, you know. Over
three weeks out here and still no sign. Another few days and I'll be back in the lab with nothing
to show for it. Ugh. I'll be a laughing stock. I mean, even more than I am now. I just don't see
how my readings can be wrong. I've checked these calculations a thousand times. You're out there,
aren't you? You must be. I can't take my eyes off the water. Like, every moment I'm not looking
could be the moment I miss it. I mean, I could look at the sunset or the mountains, but I keep
looking back. I know you're there. Somewhere. It's a lot of water to hide in, but at least it's
warm out. Feels nice. I can picture the next people who rent this hut. Splashing around,
playing, laughing, watching the sunset. I can picture them with their beach balls and barbecues,
tape players. They won't even know this place is special. Yeah, I know I'm talking into a tape
player, but anyway, you know what I meant. Ugh. As if I'm talking to the recorder. I mean, I know
that it's what it's for, but I know what I mean. I can dip my toes in at least. That's hardly
interfering. Oh, that's chilly. Oh. Okay, I'll get used to it. It's kind of nice now. All cool
feeling. Hey, what was? Holy shit. You're not a fish, are you? Hey, those are my toes. Let me get
a good look at you, huh? I'm just going to take a picture. Don't be scared. You are beautiful.
You're going to show me some more. Whoa, nice tentacles. Look at these. How big are you? Can
I take your picture again? 23rd, August, 1985, 847 PM. I've cited a large creature or creature
as a mass of tentacles. I can't yet judge their number or length. I'm going to continue to engage
with it. See what I can find out. Hey, what about showing me a little more? What did I say about
my toes? That tickles. Stop it. Oh, you're feeling at my leg. Okay. You're cold. Look, if you go past
my knee, I'm going to have to peel you off. I have some dignity. That wasn't a challenge. All
right. Come on now. Off you get. Hey, that's my wrist. You can't take that too. It's okay,
Cass. I mean, I've waited so long to see you. The least I can do is hang out a little while
longer. I have so many questions for you. Who are you? How long have you been here? Are there
more of you? What do you make of us? Are we humans treating you right? Do you need anything? No,
you can't have my toes. I need them. Can I take your picture again? Hey, give that back. That's
mine. And now my camera's in the water. And I was being so careful about pollution. We're supposed
to leave no trace. I was going to make you look really nice, you know. People would have loved to
see your picture. But I guess I have you all to myself now. And apparently I'm not going
anywhere anytime soon. Unless you're planning to give me my arm and my leg back? No? Oh, now my
other leg too. Um, that's fine. I'll be fine. I mean, you're not gonna do anything to me, are
you? We're just having some interspecies bonding time, hanging out. You're all wrapped around my
legs. You feel kind of nice, like cool and smooth and squishy. Do you think we can be friends? Whoa, you're strong. I didn't expect you to hoist me up into the air. Can you put me down?
No? Okay. On the bright side, I can see you a lot more clearly now. That is a lot of tentacles. You're not gonna eat me, are you? Just play with me for a bit, right? I feel like you're checking me out just like I'm checking you out.
How high am I? Like 10 feet? 13 feet? Maybe I could wriggle out, survive the drop, make it back to land. Oh, oh, you're just gonna grab my other wrist. I guess I should have seen that coming. Hey, you're pretty smart, huh? And I'm panicking a bit. I mean,
stop panicking. Just a little nervous. You're really big. Are you letting me go? Hey, no, don't take my shorts. I need those. What are you? Stop taking all my stuff. I don't want to hurt you. No, no, no. Hey, give my pants back. What if someone came and saw me? I'm
half naked up here. You're not like unwrapping me to eat me, are you? I don't see any teeth in there. It's pretty chilly with half my clothes on. Hey, no, no, no, no. I didn't mean take my top too. Just because you're bigger than me doesn't mean you
could take all my stuff. I won't have it. Get off. Oh, there we go. Are you happy now? You get to see all of me? Go on then, Squiddy. Have a good look. If you hadn't thrown that camera away, I could have given you something to remember me by.
Jokes. Can you put me down now? I guess. No, no, no, no, no. Head up was better. Please, please turn me back over. Turn me back. That's better. What are you? Oh, God, don't drop me. Oh, oh, more tentacles. Don't don't grip me too tight. Okay. I need to be able to breathe.
Hey, usually people have to ask before touching my tits. I mean, that does feel kind of nice. But I mean, I guess it's been a while. Oh, my God, I can't believe this is happening. Seriously, get off.
Where is that tentacle going? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You don't get to touch me there. Oh, fuck, that's cold. No, no, don't put it inside me. Fuck.
That actually feels nice. Oh, fuck.
I guess I'm not escaping, huh? Your tentacles are everywhere. It does feel kind of good when I relax.
Hey, that's my ass. Oh, I should have known you'd find another hole. Oh, that tickles. At least you're slippery. Oh, fuck, that's good.
Oh, I can't believe I'm just being held in the air while you fuckpuck my holes.
Oh, I can't believe it feels this good. I'm supposed to be a scientist. I don't know what any of this means.
What's that tentacle doing on my face? I guess there's still one hole left.
I don't know what's going on.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, god, what now? What now? When you're putting me down, finally, I mean. Wait, no, no, come back. I still need more evidence.
Fuck.
