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As Cat tells me, it was freezing in the capital. She circled the casa blanca all night.
Trying to figure a way in, every device humans could assemble in order to detect any movement was installed.
Not even a mouse could squeeze through.
Add to the matrix of detection devices the human guards, trained to target and subdue or eliminate any threat.
She described to me of the two possible ways in getting in for the lost cat routine wouldn't work.
She could wait for the right time and just make a mad dash.
She can run pretty #@*% fast.
or
The other was stealth, she could creep, crawl, always waiting and finally still a full on run across some empty space.
It was there she told me it was useless and that she knew she couldn't make it alive.
She decided to turn back and try and save me because I was needed to open the canned cat food.
Against nature she says humans as a whole don't stand a chance.
But that as individuals with the wind at our backs.............well.......maybe.
We would have to go to high ground and start buying all the cat food, dry and wet because
we both could eat it.
Get this. I'm suppose to get some guns and be the shooter. You know, against the rowdies.
She would attack them, blinding them with her razor claws and all I had to do was shoot.
Let me tell you Cat has it all worked out.
If there ever is trouble, you want Cat with you.
She said of the invading aliens, we will have to see them first, they were just another army to her.
More than a few of her lives were military.
"Tactics would be decided then." She says.
She tells me, that if things get really rough,
she might slow me down and we may have to part, in order for me to have a better chance.
What a friend.
It was there she decided to let the wind decide.
When she looked up at the clouds to see which way they were moving she saw
it.
"I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my own ship." Cat said. "Slightly larger than a car.
It glided gently to the top of the White House, Cat could only see the spectrum of it's energy, so the
ship was minded into material undetectable to human sensing devices, and the most precise, the humans themselves."
Now I still have to turn on the TV to get my mind off this.
Cat's ship is controlled, made, remade and run by whoever the rider is.
Like humans giving life to another human just a combination of atoms, DNA, the unknown calling out for eyes here, legs there, and so on.
But instead of human a ship, actually something like a program that builds itself into a ship
with an engine here, weapon turret there and so on.
Rebuilds the crew too.
Built or rebuilt according to the situation at hand, minded by the rider and at an instantaneous speed if needed.
They tap into everything material, spiritual and the unknown, she calls the wind.
The rider rode the wind of being, as quick as a thought, the fastest thing in existence.
But whoever the rider is, must be finally tuned also or it doesn't work.
But imagine you and your conquering fleet tooling through space upsetting
the natural order of things, blowing up planets, pillaging less technically advanced beings, thinking that nothing could stop you.
Because you are the most advanced, technologically speaking, creatures around.
You see an old beat up ship or asteroid or even worse, don't see it at all.
Then bang, instantly, the most powerful ship in the universe is in the midst of your fleet.
Fully armed, with a complete crew, blasting away.
A ship instantly disappearing and reappearing anywhere in the battle zone.
They have never been defeated.
"I had to find out what was going on. My cat's curiosity was afire." she exclaims, fully engulfed
in her own story. Cat says there is no visits or interfering of developing planets allowed to riders.
No organized civilizations should know of their existence.
But that was her ship, she knew, because she had minded this design.
She had to find out about this ship and it's occupant. So it was going to be a mad dash, no time for stealth.
She set her sight at an open window she had spotted during her surveillance, it was a longer run from
where she was. But there was no time for finding a better start position.
She also had to run blind, in order to reduce the reflection of her eyes giving her away, she had to run with her muzzle pointing down.
She told me she said a goodbye to me, and resolved to make it to the opening or exit her last life with no shame or regret.
Cat set herself into nothing mode, she calls it, knowing that the second she broke the invisible sound
wave patterns that she would be targeted.
Cat says she had maybe about ten seconds to reach the window.
More than enough time to be detected, targeted and shot by an average human guard, let alone a small army of highly skilled agents.
Not to mention any computer controlled sniper rifles.
She gave herself about fifteen feet of run so that when she set off the sensors she would be at full speed.
As she approached the barrier picking up speed with every kick, she says she could see at least three agents looking straight at her.
Flying through the iron bars where she expected to feel the ultra low sound waves that the sensors checked.
She felt nothing, and the lights that flooded the perimeter of the White House, went out then kept flickering off and on,
as the emergency back up system struggled to come on line.
The human agents were caught off guard and in a panic, aiming wildly in all directions at invisible targets everywhere
except in Cats direction.
"I was a rider again, riding the unknown, but instead of a ship my body like liquid lighting across the lawn."
Cat says, while imitating the rhythm of her body running in slow motion for me.
The guards were so confused that she was able to use the shoulder of one as a take off platform which
gave her the extra height to reach the window.
Exactly at the same time the power came back on the security system automatically slammed the window shut behind her.
One fraction of a second later and she would have been cut in two.
"As I hung there from the chandelier a group of humans appeared out of nowhere.
All dressed in strange costume and all manner of hair styles.
The room kept filling up with people.
So many, that it looked like a ocean of heads
all looking up at me. Then they all smiled in unison and
puff,
they disappeared."
Cat said, while putting on a very puzzled look of amazement on her little face while staring into space.
Cat is a big ham.
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