can confirm that getting shot with a bullet from a gun is horrible

especially when you are fighting a hundred ants

to stop humans from getting eaten

by a hundred ants

and your shield is down

because ants get bitey

also lots of lightning ants

remember those guys

they're back

in giant form

yes yes i know these are already giant ants. but these lightning ants were v chunky girls. easy to spot at least. aim a cannonball at the tall ones. good strategy. lightning explosion also satisfying. but bad for shields. high damage. need to raise lightning element resistance.

well i mean that's the least of my problems right now

where to even flipping begin

didn't finish telling the getting shot story. so. i got shot. by a human. not a giant ant with a gun. if only. don't know which human. i mean i am not a. revenge sort of person. i think. but. maybe that human. deserves some kind of. dunno. minor brain modification maybe. not sure what i want. for a human. who shoots me. in the back. while i am busily protecting them. i do not know the appropriate social response. mostly i just want that event to not have happened.

well anyway

i got shot. in the lung. also in the skin. also some bones got hit. and muscles. blood was involved. bodies are messy things. especially when they are. punctured. should have replaced more of my useless human skin with superior chitin. isn't that always the way.

don't remember much. after. or before. lightning ant zapped me. cannonballed lightning ant. sliced regular ants with armblade x 3. fireballed more ants. noticed shield was down. got shot. died.

didn't die

apparently bullets are survivable

v happy to be unconscious during that time in my life

surgery involves so much touching

internal touching

no

bad

moving on

hurts to move. hurts to breathe. no new lung. no robolung or antlung. ants don't have lungs. weird compression system like accordions driven by movement. i did not get an accordion lung replacement. all i got was a hole.

and a room

private room

well cell

captured jin is sad jin

took my guns. took my shield. took my heater. took scouter. took roboarm. kind of impressed they figured out how to remove it. but also v unimpressed that they stole my arm.

eyespider still in skull

eyepatch remains

everything else gone

all my toys and special friends

minicomputer here. obviously. i am not writing this on a hallucination.

or am i

well if this is not a hallucination then they gave back minicomputer. i have tricked them into believing i am some kind of mute social cripple. by being a mute social cripple. the perfect disguise. they gave me a thing to write on. and i wrote a polite note asking for minicomputer. and i guess because i was so polite. they gave it to me. so i can write this.

they also gave me new clothes. not like prisoner clothes. although i would have been pretty okay with that. black top with rainbow. black and white stockings. big bulky green coat with many pockets. all empty. blue bunny slippers. i like those. they also gave me bandages.

i have been here for

days?

not sure

no windows

underground

don't know if biscuit fort is okay. probably not. never got around to linking computer in to stuff. i mean i can use minicomputer to talk to regularcomputer. but all that tells me is that regularcomputer has not been eaten. which is. good i guess. maybe it's just computer sitting there in the middle of a thousand ants while they eat everything else. all my stuff. all my biscuits.

well anyway

humans are. mostly. leaving me alone. i mean they come and try to talk at me. which is. difficult. don't know what to do. current strategy is. sit in corner. press ear against wall. use remaining hand to block other ear. wait until humans get bored. then resume regular sitting in corner functions. sometimes they come into room. check lunghole. change bandages. v stressful time in the life of a jin. possible opportunity for escape. if i could do anything but scream internally while humans

nope

door is solid. locked. no keyhole. not electronic. probably bolted from outside. little window that comes open. they give me food. sometimes biscuit. never tea. they took back all their tea. maybe i could ask for tea via writing slab thing. that could be a positive next step. but it would probably give them ideas. better not to communicate. communication can only lead to trouble. maybe shouldn't have written polite note asking for minicomputer. could've gone full speak-write mute. but then i wouldn't have minicomputer. and i wouldn't be just about finished linking eyespider to minicomputer. so i can use eyespider to. do something. haven't figured out that part yet. eyespider has no arms or hands. can't really carry stuff. too tiny. too weak. maybe could balance something small on top? maybe not. can at least look around. that will make me feel better. maybe i will even feel more like communicating. if eyespider can just. walk around. don't know. just. have to do something. sitting in a small room with nothing to do is not good for a sad scientist. it is actually the worst. there is no telling what a bored superscience individual will do. so. it is lucky i have eyespider. if i did not have eyespider i would probably

well

better not to think about that