This choice: Try using the remote on my cat. • Go Back... "The handkerchief... the knife... this wasn't right. Someone macabre is going on..." Suddenly the knock scared the bejesus out out me, causing me to fry my cat Mina. To my shock I watched as she quickly took a humanoid form, rapidly losing fur from most of her body, the fur on her head becoming long black hair, her facial features scrunching down into a human shape, from my guess, possessing a mix of features of someone from both African and Far Eastern (most likely Japanese) descent, her skin tanning into a light mocha as a t-shirt and cargo pants formed on her body. However, even stranger than the fact that my cat was becoming this woman I've never seen before was the fact despite the rest of her becoming human, hear and tail weren't showing signs of departing. In fact, they grew in proportion with her frame as she topped out at around 5' 4", with what I'd assume to be a C-cup bust (I don't go around staring at women's busts and measuring on a regular basis, but when your cat turns into a woman, you can't help but observe every nuance), narrow waist, and large rear, only further accented by a 5' long grey tabby cat tail poking out a tail hole in her pants.
As the metamorphosis ended, she groggily rubbed her head and said, "I guess someone finally zapped a living object with the remote..." She flicks her tail in front of her and then rubs it, cooing oddly as she does, "...but a housepet?!" She rubs it again, then flicks it around some more. "Eh, I think I'll keep it. I really liked how that felt... plus the tail helps my posture!!" You cough, trying to get her attention, and it works. "Oh, I see you're the person who owned the cat that got zapped, and therefore must be the one in possession of the remote. Yeah... I'm Rita Nozawa, and I'm a murder victim." You cock your head in confusion, and would have done a spit take, if you had liquid in your mouth. "Don't worry. The consciousness of your cat is now in my head, a part of me. I just hope it doesn't mean I get easily distracted by yarn and shiny objects from now on, but yes, I was killed on January 30, 2010. I was on a team of researchers trying to make the remote you hold in your hand right there, a remote that could alter the physical properties of matter and alter its shape... why am I explaining this part? You've already seen it first-hand. Anyway, when I heard that the company I worked for wanted to militarize this technology, I stole the blueprints and began making a counterpart, a better, perfected version, if you will, to be used for peaceful applications, and to stop their version, which had a known defect that caused a 10% chance of molecular cohesion failure (molecular structures falling apart), but they were ready to sell to the military anyway. They sent a hit squad and attacked me, leaving me for dead. I never saw the face of the assassin that killed me, but before I succumbed to my wounds, I uploaded copies of the murder weapon he left behind, that handkerchief he dropped, and my DNA & brain waves into my device, and sent the data off a my associates. They must have built it, but got eliminated too, and that's how it somehow ended up in your hands..."
"What about the briefcase filled with diamonds...?"
"Briefcase filled with diamonds? I never added that subroutine...?" The knocking resumed. You move for the door. "Wait... Don't answer... Not yet..." She inches towards the door, tail lifted in agitation, and looks through the peep hole. It was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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