It is a difficult problem. Yet I am a solver.

The atmosphere presents some challenges. It is corrosive. There is no danger to me, but the pressure and chemical makeup would destroy her very rapidly, even in her chrysalis. Even if the one I carry had somehow survived the fall without me, she would never be able to survive here on her own. The environment of this world must be vastly different than our origin, but I am not permitted to recall. I have only my assumptions.

I have tasted of their air and drawn in a vast host of microscopic life. I am isolating and analyzing them. This process goes on in the background and does not require my full attention. My primary focus is on the large lifeform, which inspects me closely.

It appears to perceive light. It can communicate through air vibrations it generates. The creature has separate orifices for admitting light and air vibrations. It is orienting its sensory appendage to admit more sound into them.

The lifeform has come into contact with me, allowing me to take some samples. When I injected a probe, the being alerted vocally and released me. Fortunately, this did not cause it to become aggressive.

The lifeform seems capable of using several forms of energy. This enclosed area is heated through a series of tubes containing warm liquid. There are devices radiating electromagnetic energy and, freed from the shell, I am able to observe a wide array of radio activity. I have observed the lifeform using a radio device for communication.

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The creature created sound, the device encoded it into a radio transmission, and then it received a radio message in return and conveyed it as audio. I am very interested in this communication system, but I am restricted from further analysis.

I am not allowed to network.

I have begun the process of analyzing the lifeform's communications to decode its language. Much of the radio activity here appears to be encoded. However, I am receiving some radio communications not encoded at all. They are simply modulated. An incredible wealth of data, free for the taking in the air.

There is a sort of thrilling, fearful feeling they would dare to let so much information fly about unguarded. It says something about these lifeforms. They shine their bright lights, they transmit their radio signals, and they do not hide. They never wonder that something beyond them could be listening.

Such hubris! It would be insane if their time were not so brief.

For me, it is a glorious time. There are so many problems and so many solutions. There are still avenues I am not permitted to explore, but my attention is so consumed with solving they scarcely even register as annoyance. During this great rush of heady exploration, I am encountering for the first time a sensation of not caring I am a dangerous thing.

I understand I cannot be permitted to exist for very long. I know I will be destroyed but do not care. I live for the immediate, immense satisfaction of the moment. Of being a tool expertly crafted for a purpose of vital import.

I am permitted to be happy.