"Clear drop sight. Clear drop sight." I run outside to see a helicopter dropping a crate.
That is no fucking house cat. The metal crate separates on its own revealing a black and white leopard.
The beast turns to me. "Identifying, target Lion S Loxwell detected. Robot classified under Tabby ready for service. For further dialogue please select from three settings. Mute, Cat, Friend. Warning detecting interference from AI Blue bird, attempting to withhold access. Access withheld. Please choose for further dialogue."
What the fuck is this? I thought I would get a gun or something, not some moving talking machine. What do I select? Cat maybe, so people don't get confused. "Cat."
"Analyzing language, understood. Downloading, 10%. Downloading 60%. Downloading 99%. Download complete, initiating protocol feline alpha 2. Protocol complete, rebooting." It stiffens up. "Meow." The cat jumps into life, rubbing its furry head against my leg.
"Woo." I push my hand into its skin, which feels as hard as metal, maybe it is metal. The hair two, there not hair at all, but thin strands of metal wire. Is this the kind of thing they had before the fall? Well, it obviously did them no good. If such advanced pieces of technology failed to cultivation, what really is the point?
"I will name you Crosshair."
It looks up to me with its two cute eyes. "Meow."
"No meowing, that shit will get annoying. I need you to help me with some things." I smile.
Damn right, am I a genius or what. Let's go with or what, I watch the sun go down, with my hands full of cores. "Sun down in sixteen minutes." I climb to the roof. "Make that fifteen."
Elite undead come out at night, and lesser undead go from only a threat in swarms, to just one being a challenge. My current fear is running into a mutant. They are very common in this area, and are highly mutated, as the name implies.
"End of eighth hour, ranking third. " I smile at the arm band.
"Thirteen minutes." Stroking Crosshair, I watch the sun set behind the horizon. "Well bud, you might not survive the night."
He looks at me without a care. "Meow."
Fuck this shit face, he is getting me emotional. "I am proud to have been your partner for the last six hours."
"Meow." He rubs his head into my leg.