*Logged in as laplace.daemon@starmail.net* Covering my tracks seems to have worked. No sign of the Miniknog. Precious few Apex in the sector, even, and the one I met feels incredibly unlikey to be one. Unless he is a master at being unassuming and I am being perfectly decieved, but he hasn't bothered me at all in the past few days. Nobody knows apex sign language. I have had to use my PDA's text-to-speech software to communicate. Dreadfully inefficient and it draws attention to myself, but it is not something I can do or change. I have found a job as maintenance of Terra. Not by a long shot ideal, but it is simple enough. Automated scans and searching the Starnet for ways to fix things. I told the colony owner of what my studies in the Miniknog were. She seemed understanding, but she seems a little too forced when it comes to congratulating my work. I would suspect her Miniknog if she weren't human as well as the fact that it has been weeks and I have not been dragged out of my bedroom in the middle of the night. ... Something... remarkably droll happened the other day. An avian, in a fit of self-pride at besting and taking ownership of the topmost commercial floor of Terra after I urged him and his companions to leave the premises of the burned building the other day, he just lowered his pants and waved his tail feathers at me. I can't even type that with a straight face, but that is what Nenwef did. It was so silly and whimsical and... it made me laugh for the first time in a while. I completely forgot about Big Ape, the Miniknog and my research for one moment. Maybe that is what I needed... I mean Ape above here I am writing a diary like a little schoolgirl. I should visit the bar now that it is built. *Logging off in 3... 2... 1...*
