I have done two things today. I have found the word for my hatred of the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed and told me the word to use was "damn". So today I have thrice said, "Damn the Faces. Damn them."
Diane and I have decided that we want a baby. Maybe the other fish wanted them, so they got them. We want a baby.
"The two Terrans were so biologically mutated and are so nearly robotic, that it is physically impossible for reproduction on their part, beush."
The beush ignored the assistant's words and said, "I have received copies of the thought-patterns and translations. There was something strange and very powerful about the meaning of the male's thought, 'want'. I query."
"Be assured without preoccupation that there exists negative danger of reproduction."
The name I wanted to call Diane was not good, because her breasts are hard and large, as is her stomach. I think she is sick.