To think it came to this. If my brother Craniorbs could see what I’ve become, I would be banished from the Pan-Stellar Spacing Guild and thrown to the Voracious Grominids of Bleen. Fortunately, the long-range transponder was damaged in the crash landing, so they will never learn of my fate.
My mission was doomed from the start. I staggered from the wreckage into a settlement, and one of the Earth creatures captured me. Even though their brains are small compared to the enhanced Craniorb brain, they thwarted my efforts to escape with primitive doorknobs that are not even mind-controlled. What irony.
Now I take every day as it comes, making the best of it. The creatures are kind, I must confess, and the food they serve me is remarkably similar to laser-braised Gleef meat. I just sit with them in the park, trying to forget.
Via Imgur and sender-inner Megan W.