Seaman: Day Three

Leonard Nimoy greets me as usual as I begin my daily observations of my seamen.  

 When I first arrive I am greeted by a gillmen telling me “it’s freezing in here”; time to adjust their environment. As I turn up the heater they say “oh good,” “hurrah” and “about time.” It’s clear they are becoming more adept with the English language. This is made clearer when I begin conversing with one. They recognize me and have feelings; when asked “how are you,” they respond with feelings, saying they’re bored.

Soon after entering, one gillmen begins sucking the blood of another; I watch and try to pull him off but am unable to. Almost immediately after this, another begins sucking blood; I’m now only left with two gillmen.

I drop in a food pellet and the two left scramble for it but one gets there first. I drop in a second food pellet, but neither is interested. It’s amazing that in only three days they have begun to converse with me. I don’t just mean by speaking; they could talk early on but it was simple words only, now they are telling me how they feel and saying one-liners.

After observing them for another ten minutes, I let them be for the night.