Journal Entry # 1,625

I don't get the inhabitants on this planet. You have a saying on this planet I've heard. Don't shit where you sleep. Yet your planet is covered with your death and filth. Is that not the same concept? You throw your trash everywhere. You're the only species I've ever encountered that requires payment in exchange for health care. As a matter of fact, if you’re planet existed in our dimension, you’d be one the only planets that still had disease at all. The fact that you would rather treat than cure is monstrous. You poison every resource your planet has birthed since ages before you existed. And then you run around and kill and fight each other over the most petty, irrelevant differences. I do not understand your kind at all. The Tsar-Djent insists you are flawed, but have the potential to be something great. To evolve beyond what you have become. Of course he does. That’s his mission on every world. To use the Proverbs of the Divine overseers to evolve the species to higher planes of existence. I disagree. All I see for you is giant tube in my lab. Who wants to be spliced with platypus? Any takers? A Hoomantypus.