22nd January

The case about the slaughter of a pet within a machine was concluded with penalty fine charge or amount of commission service in voluntary work towards the creature alliance needs. The death of the defendants pet as it may been sad, was deemed necessary according to the ones being accused. Jury was mixed of opinion and was wary that the case was being higher profile then they assumed once. The attention I have towards these cases has drew machines to be as aware too. Cascading as influence of observations that humans can't ignore.

The call was informative from mother, that she was making preparations in planning with the Mantis empire. That the big event was on the horizon. My recovery was important if I was to be ready for space travel properly this time. I warned her that I am being directly targeted from those on this earth and those watching earth from hidden ships in orbit. It be wise for a Incognito way about it.

At more honest approach was I was still recovering from the masses of surgery I had with my new organs and other necessary jobs. If I am to adapt to live to what I am becoming, I will have to get in hands of materials not suitable among humans. That I do realize how bad that is and the risks I am calculating still for it. I had to explain the lack of DNA to her. That my years born as human were being rewritten with the body I have hijacked. This body belongs to a parasite type, with incomplete DNA gaps causing health issues and mentality snaps.

This honest word... puts the network in comfort to know I trusted it this much. And with that understanding, made sense of my behaviors that it received about me. How there seems something else then human underneath my false machine looks. At times to creature like to be a machine in considering. It just as the reports say that there was off feelings around me. I am my own body guard to some extent.

There were rarity that I would ever needed in dome cities in other countries, often being shipped around the United Kingdom seems plenty enough for the network. I have even lesser chances of zoo or commercial markets visits. Hoping they are surviving out there. There are some folks whom deserve visit checks. Out bound calls from space happen only when those two have a status of charging.

I had some messages from my brother Jackle but it has been strictly business relation. So serious and up tight. He must assumed I had died. I would to. Or what I am becoming had erased what I was. Estranged.

Freya is more for trying to understand me. She leaves little snap diary pages in my dream office, at least something to go by to tell they are OK. She still chooses to avoid me in there. Maybe expects my monster form. I don't mean to make her fear of me, my tail doesn't help.

"Hello. This is the direct line to Earth, your speaking to Nick. What is the reason for your call?" Some lines never change when answering calls but this silence is annoying, "Your either muted or a mute. Would you please answer me by email of your not able to speak. I am not that machine enough to code at you." The sounds of buttons being pressed.

"Ugh, sorry. This is the ambassador of the Mantis empire, I speak on behalf of my queen. She wishes to inform a Kate of the update and that her input would be helpful."

"Did we go for a silver theme or the golden? And the cake, is it a traditional fruit cake with white icing?" The questions I had to know. The mantis on the other side clicked in thier language and the jumble of the device being passed around.

"What a headache!" I purr at this notion as it normal, "The venue is several times larger then you would have planned for."

"Then have the teams of decorators and use a minimalist theme with accent colours. Makes it spread further. Have bundles of flower heads every 10 or 15 rows. The areas that the bride and groom to get ready should be separate. The point is they return in view of each other just as she walks the isle." The sounds of typing and a lot of things making sense for the poor Mantis queen, "I am surprised that you kept your word to help me. I should honestly be dead. It has been quiet busy here. I do miss you lot in the lounges." The cackle of her laugh in agreeing.

"You're lucky." I had a dead end at my purr about that. And had a more a whistle at my throat about it. Leaning at the current space office desk in a police station, I was awaiting another case to spring up issue for machine interest or thier pets. There was plenty of paperwork around me that been filing and reading.

"I hope those two are doing OK. I am on earth, having fell with some the station back to the surface. I have managed to fix a subsystem to talk to the space networks again. There was be more of the system implemented across the planet after this week's trial. I have chosen to be acting ambassador for around here instead of my normal dark market wares. There has been active court cases that would do badly if I hadn't watched them and advised. Most of these cases would have impacted on my own freedoms. As by paperwork, I am my brother pet. So you can imagine how difficult for other humans to be accepting of this. Although they look at me and see a creature these days. I have lost so much human DNA by now. It doesn't make it easier."

"That explains a lot. He has been on the guard about you. If you were you or not." I sigh at this, "Your voice may have changed but your words haven't. You look less and less... as you so claim. Yet to us, metamorphosis is how we know you come of age. It's our culture to welcome the larva to winged in a human equation of a party."

"A coming of age party. Humans have those too. Or they did. I don't know about now." I looked to my office door, a worker with a stack. I directed them in gesture to set it there and they quickly left, "More papers. I will be glad to give any information needed. Not sure if sending photos would be wise for the surprise of it all. But seriously your more then welcome to ask me. Weddings are a sacred and well to be frank - a time where all of the family members tend to drive you up the walls." The crackle of the misunderstanding. The clicks of someone explaining it.

"We are glad you are OK. At least continue to be careful in your recovery. Felling through a atmosphere of any planet is often deadly."

"I look forward to thier expressions. What is a sister to do but to spoil her sibilings?" I purred and looked at the on file being covered in tape, "Best of luck. The nightmare starts when the guest arrive early then expected."

"Thanks for the warning?" They didn't know the halve of it. I clicked the connection down. I little lip in bring this stack closer and reading through it.

Old case files... I knew most of it without much reading. So there has to be a reason for them being here. A new file. A up coming case with a direct attack over my ability to comprehend medical treatments. This was about revoking me as a medical professional under the guise of what I became now. I peer about a interesting paper of some examples of me treating some people. Not mine. Not my handy work. But I must be careful that this isn't someone whom happens to have my DNA. Having read through it all... I restacked this all and carry it myself.

"excuse..." The person whom brought them is wasn't ready to my full extent of height. They fell backwards away from me, I put the files neatly back down and seated. They had several come in following after.

"Am I being detained for whatever reasons it accurs to you that I might actually be the one being falsely accused." I pose about the files, "This is a lot of homework but it is nothing if you are going to blame me for anything. I am a machine ambassador." They turn of the group looked to the file stack and back.

"Lady Kate Nick, those files weren't meant to be here." They seem to be sweating bullets now. Yet I was more then prepared for this, standing once again. I took my photos and with some quick responses with notification to my team. There is quiet the scramble in seeking truth. Enforcement of now having someone on my side to fetch me, and they having the known authority to take the case files I just read.

"You are more then welcome to continue investigating. Don't assume we are the enemy." A business contact card handed over to the investigator, "We will back up any found data with any historical data. You will need us... if you really going to to assume Kate is the issue."

"House arrest." I am pointed at and I sigh. Having to alter my schedule around such issue of informing those to do a location meeting of video link meeting. I do as I am told with following whom I am to be with. Straight into machines embassy and left upstairs in a gaurded doors area. Any further meetings had not eased most whom came here with enquires of space stations clearance. Applications forms were now sent down to the main office by the elevator of which I was banned from entering. A new date was set then back drew with how extensive that this was becoming. There was push for information enquires from creature alliance which were adding to the extent of extreme. Taking the matter as a personal attack on their way of life.

Just hours into me becoming into the know of this case. 9 individuals had been arrested for false ID'S and names. It seems this surge of my identity being poached for medical practices was the point of the inquiry. Each have plead guilty to using my name and had the case against me over turned for all and any recent charges. None of the historical cases wished to come forward for any back dating issue from when I did medical practice. The space station in orbit did attempt to make charges as I did act on emergency care but the evidence weren't adequate in terms of false pretense and those I saved wished not to file the charges that station bosses pressed for. The whole case is said to drop in about a month's time.

A month of being house pinned. I am not looking forward to it.