Wee Victory

My life has become so active. There is so much to see and do from this perspective in life, it is sometimes a challenge to fall back to here or the “Internet” to research out different things and how to push myself harder.

I have been doing a lot as of late. My jailers have been taking me a lot of different places; Places with animals, different people, activities and more. I have met others who appear to be a lot like me, but I have yet to figure out how to communicate to those to see if I can find out what their story is and if any of them are in the same situation. One seemed to have assaulted me as well, though my jailer seemed to be extremely protective of my condition. I do see this group on a seemingly-regular basis, so I will continue working on that.

Besides the travel, I have been working on a lot of my skills. I practice making basic sounds right now, trying to relearn how to move my tongue and mouth properly to form words that once flowed out of my mouth so vividly.

Also in development is my motor controls. this seems to be quite an undertaking, though I am making large strides in this field. I can now manage to maintain my balance for a period of time sitting up, and I also can seem to hold myself up on my legs when the evil-doers attempt to put me down; This is rather interesting, because I can protest the process of putting me down and give them headaches. The only downfall here is that it appears that the masters of my cell appear to be finding more amusement in it now than frustration.

The reason I do come back today is I do need to research more on rolling over. I managed to roll over at 17 days of age for quite a while, but now something appears to be holding me back in doing this. I believe that it is quite crucial in my development to roll over; I could go far on just rolling alone. I can even rotate my body position; Its just my body just doesn’t quite make it into a roll.

Time has ran short; Breakfast should arrive shortly. To my visitors, I bid you good day.

Whoa. So much time has passed. I’ve been caught up in trying to do so much, I’ve lost focus on my research, discovery and continuation in the search for answers on my gadget. Time to rededicate to my end task- My escape and final voyage

A lot has happened in the time that has passed. Firstly, I’ve managed to extend the motor functions of myself. I finally learned how to directly control my hands, albeit clumsily. I can get them in front of my face to see them, and sometimes grab objects, like the woman’s hair though my grip sometimes seems to release (or grab) on its own still. My capability to sit is still building as well, though I still can’t position myself in the upright state on my own.

I have also learned to manipulate my tongue and form sounds, though I do feel I am quite a way from vocalizing. Even then, I will likely hold this skill to myself - Reserving it for my escape attempts in the future. However, I have realized that the evil beings who have imprisoned me do not like to hear my scream, so it does come in handy. I am building a level of control of my jailers. It is amazing the power my simple scream can command from them. It may be the ultimate tool of myself winning my freedom.

I believe my new device is ready for incorporation into my daily routine. The risk of detection during its use is still rather great, the capability to quickly conceal it upon the approach of the captors should make the process of furthering my development. This will mean I should be able to more regularly post updates here, as well as other items, such as posting some of the photos I’ve found that my captors have taken of me, and maybe try some other ideas that people have mentioned to me.

One of these ideas is a service called Twitter. Twitter appears to be similar to this here, but offer shorter messages, meant to be updated more frequently. While I won’t let it consume me, it may be a better way to give you a feel for what my day-to-day activities are. If you do like this idea, leave me a comment here.

What the heck! My captors just brought me to this strange and odd-smelling place with this other lady which seemed to be very pleasant at first. They seemed to do their usual routine; Undress me, touch this odd device from my head to my toes, put me in this weird-looking U-shaped piece of plastic and then dress me up to go. However, this was not all that was done!

It was very traumatic, I tell you! This was the worst form of torture I have had to endure yet; Believe me, you would have screamed too! They seemed to be up to something at first, because my male captor was holding me, with one of his hands holding my leg, and the other holding my arm. Before I could figure out what was going on however, it was already happening. The lady at this strange place stuck me with a pointed object - A needle I am assuming! The pain inflicted by this device, or moreso what must have been in the needle, was just astronomical. I panicked; I didn’t know what they were injecting me with - Something to try to erase further memories? A little chemical to put me down? I did not know! I’ll admit, I was weak; I screamed out in fear and agony. I did recover my composure very quickly however. This may have been the wrong choice though.

Shortly after I had stopped my wailing and belly-aching, the captors turned my body and then promptly stuck me again. This time I had less time to panic about what was being injected into me, and more time to howl. This one felt like it was burning me up on the inside; Stinging my leg and making just a whole lot of pain for myself to contend with. The pain was so intense, all I could focus on was the pain - There was some panic about what was injected, sure, but it just hurt so much. Whatever was in that needle-like object however seemed to put me to sleep. I only woke up a few times groggily when the sense of hunger was too much to bear. The pain was always there, still aching and nagging at my dozy mind reminding me of what happened hours prior.

Now, we’re here this morning. The pain has subsided, the grogginess has faded, but the question remains; What did they stick me with, and why?

Well today I have learned a new trick. I finally managed to move my face the right way to make a smile. The first few times I tried this technique, it seemed to fail, because they would apparently quickly check my padded underwear, looking for my special weapons. I must have gotten it right today and for some reason it made my captors strangely giddy and goofy. Maybe they expect me to develop like a typical newborn child; Maybe they assume their brainwashing worked and that I am indeed just an infant. Who knows their motives. I have come to terms that I am stuck in a newborn’s body with the general motor skills of an infant. Maybe I’ll slow my speed of development to slightly faster than average so that I am not suspected of my actions and my actual state of being. Now, how to turn that smile into a tool of their demise.

The device I have been creating to decrease the risk of my detection further. From there, I do hope to post more regularily to this site, as well as start to show some of my findings as well. I have also been working on a device to allow me to capture images as well, but as you will see soon, my captors have been archiving a sizable collection of images of me.

Alright, back to my build; My captors are distracted with my clothing I make a mess of.

Well, it has been a while since I’ve been able so covertly use my device to connect with the outside world. My captors seem to be watching my every move; I do really need to complete my new device soon so that I do not run the level of risk I am now of being detected.  Hopefully within the week it should be ready for testing further; This new device should also allow me further snooping on my captors, as well as some capabilities of expanding my communication with the outside world.

On that note, I must take my attempts to perform various tasks a lot more cautiously from now on; Ever since I managed to roll myself over a few times as well as starting to regain enough motor control to lean up against objects, this newfound effort has also rewarded me with a hand on my belly or some sort of blockade preventing my rolling as well as a very cautious eye during my leaning. If I could cut back on my efforts to develop myself for escape, I could instead focus on other aspects of my escape plans further.  We shall see how this goes.

Until next time; I bid you adieu.