{Report #1 to Space Station:}
"How very breathable the air is here.
My head is clear, I have no fear.
Sensuous is the status of my sensory apparatus.
My research is going quite well and I've been getting to know myself
While chasing the planetary standard.
Embracing this land in all her grandeur with open arms and all five sense
And to her charms I feel defenseless.
But I have dreams where it seems my body has a fly head
And a fly has my head!
Can't anybody hear that little fly on the wall screaming?
It's got a tiny human head screaming, screaming for help!"
A heart to harden
In a carnivorous green garden
Of sentient, bionic botany
Gigantic mouth closing down on me!
{Report #2 to Space Station:}
"Can you see me on this communication?
I've changed, I'm a mutation.
A variation of your former friend.
But all you can see is this hideous head of a fly!
Don't try to rescue me.
Oh no, no this planet's all my own.
Won't you just leave me alone?
(who knew this world had teeth? Into it I go and down beneath.)
Can't anybody hear that little fly on the wall screaming?
It's got a tiny human head screaming, screaming for help!"
The following fragment of a transcript was found in a blood stained notebook lying open near the scene of carnage. A similarly bloodied stylus was also found, with which the message was presumably written.
"If the shuttle is leaving
I'll not be cleaving.
Lord, sever me
From this maw of death.
The same word that describes what I have become
Also defines my graciously given means of escape.
To flee. To run away".
FLY!
FLY!
FLY!
