So I have some really old unfinished starts sitting deep into the past of this board, but this opening popped into my head a couple hours ago so I typed this up over my lunch break. Don't have a specific time period selected for it, but late enough that Rhett really ought to have known to exercise more care while trying to wave up an AI in his computer.
Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.
Quote:Rhett groaned as he-----
woke to a sore neck. As well as a sore cheek, sore backside, and sore
he-wasn't-sure-what. I've gotta stop falling asleep
mid-anime binge. Cracking an eye open found his keyboard
sitting right in front of his nose.
"I wondered
when you'd wake up. Can you close the window before I join my monitor
in shorting out?"
"Sho— It
worked! You're awake! I've got an A.I-yaa-yai-why's my voice all
funny?" the curtain blew inwards on a warm breeze carrying a
light mist of rain with it. Adding to the greasy puddle that passed
where his chin had rested to drip in the floor.
Leaping to his feet,
trying to leap to his feet, sent his chair rolling across his room
while he tumbled in his loose clothes barely landing on his hands and
toes. He'd no sooner caught his breath when his toes reported they
were sitting within a cold puddle on the floor. Bouncing shoulder
first off the corner of his desk he finally managed to stand, one fur
covered hand reaching up to hold to the desktop.
Fur covered?
Up
to the desktop?
Holding his hand up
he poked at it with his left hand. Fur. Soft white fur. Sudden
suspicion had him reaching for his face while twisting around to look
at his backside. Suspicions half-confirmed by the odd sensation of
his fingers brushing whiskers that were not from a beard. Spinning
twice clockwise he made a sudden jump counter-clockwise and grabbed
at a black tipped tail.
"Agh! I can't
go to class like this!"
Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.