Origins of Unglip

Below is the first "Unglip" story, which predates this blog.
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August 26, 2004
Cycle 3, Blue Planet
Interstellar Traveler, Unglip Reporting.

I have been trying to blend in since arriving here. I do not have a rolling, transportation device or a portable, electronic unit to vocalize into while I walk or drive. I'm afraid it has caused me to stand out.

During the previous cycle of the sun, I attempted to ride the long transport that picks these beings up on the corners of the rolling-surface. I got onboard, and I was looked at harshly and the operator vocalized and motioned toward a machine. I had seen someone put small metal disks into it, and I attempted to insert three domblecks into the slot. The machine would not accept them and I was (I'm assuming) told to leave the transport. I did not understand the vocalizations, but it sounded like, "dam-for-ener!"

I proceeded to a sustenance depot, where I began to try the local protein and carbohydrates. I was again, escorted from the depot by two aliens wearing blue clothing, with a variety of strange paraphernalia attached. They searched my belongings, and had obviously never seen a Sanclop-Ray before. They became hostile and restrained my extremities with a metal contraption, and put me in a cage in the back of their transport.

Well, I had about enough of this, so I secreted fomboorg, and the transport and the metal restraints melted. I left my would-be captors, and continued on to a refuse depot. There were other aliens nearby, and one offered me some flowers to incinerate and inhale. I soon felt at peace, and there were plenty of small, long-tailed animals to digest. Perhaps this place isn't so bad!