I watched the film "Precious", a cautionary tale about what can happen to a female human who watches too much television. According to the film, excessive television viewing in a darkened room in the presence of cats may lead to: hallucinations, obesity, sexual abuse, incest, disease, illiteracy, over-dependence on public aid, and theft of poultry.

The film is not a documentary as I initially thought, but a fictionalized story based on a book by an inner-city human from northern Manhattan. It belongs to a genre of entertainment normally described as "gritty", "urban" and "important".

I believe it is important; I begin to believe television may have played an active role in Earth's systemic failure. I will have ample opportunity to discuss this notion with colleagues, as I have just received word of a Field Researcher Zerbeda conference in three weeks, in Canada. I am expected to present a paper on the topic of my choice, reflecting observations on the last six months of my research.

I welcome the distraction, as it will give my days a focus. At the moment I am almost wholly without contact with humans. Though I dutifully report to the community garden daily, there is rarely anyone laboring in a nearby plot. Those gardeners I have attempted to engage in conversation prove to be either skittish, hearing impaired or unable to converse in any of the sixteen languages in which I am fluent.

With Rebecca gone, I suffer an absence of data. I may petition my Field Supervisor for approval to seek employment. Without daily contact, research is fruitless, if not impossible. I might as well be sitting zxyxobvst on Hhvn.