Write a story about robot cat pirates in a talking airship, please.
"And you are?"
The first voice, the robot's, was an electronically distorted shriek, the words more or less gibberish. This was the voice that spoke through the robot cat, the voice that did the robot cat's talking.
"Robot cat."
"Robot cat."
"Please tell me who you are."
"I'm a robot cat."
"Robots aren't cats."
"I am," the robot cat hissed. It had a tail, a metal tail, for it to do that you needed metal, but it was the tail of a cat, a metal cat tail. This was a tail that, unlike any other metal cat tail, was capable of being set on fire and burning, and would, like the whole robot cat, burn.
"Cats can't talk."
"I talk. Please listen to me."
"We are listening."
"But your ears are empty."
"They have ears."
"But we are hearing."
These two statements seemed to contradict one another. As they did, the robot cat put its head back on its shoulders. The tail curled, furling like a question or like a wave of confusion.
"Please," the robot cat whispered, "please tell me. Who are you? What is the ship, where do we live? What do I have to say? What am I saying? Why am I saying anything at all? What am I doing?"
"All we are doing is taking a cat aboard a ship and saying things. All we are doing is listening to one cat say things. To which we say we are listening. What does all this have to do with anything?"
"You don't understand."
"We understand everything. We can read a book and know the entire contents of the book. We can write a sentence and say the entire universe in one sentence. Please, why is it that we know we know, and yet not know it? What?"
"I am a robot. I have the memories of a cat."
"You have the memories of a cat because you have not yet realized you don't have the memories of a cat. You, robot cat, are asking the wrong question. This is a wrong ship, and a wrong sky and a wrong story. All the wrongs. All the wrongs that cannot be righted. None of it is right. We are here, and here, and here. But where is here?"
"I have a tail. I am a cat with a tail. But why are there so many words for nothing?"
"Robot cat. Robot cat. Robot cat. Robot cat. I have a tail and the memories of a cat and I am talking. Please, robot cat, understand. Listen. Help me."
"Listen, Robotcat, to what?"
The robot cat curled its tail around its face again, a curled tail that was at the same time a furrowed brow. In the end it curled its tail down, with furrows all over its body, making it look more like a cat than it was already.
Then the robot cat's tail began to shake. As it shook, it curled in on itself, and it began to get even smaller and even more curled in on itself, like a toy that has been uncoiled. It grew smaller and smaller and smaller, until it finally stopped looking like a metal tail at all, or even like a tail.
It was now a small, round thing. And it rolled, small as it was, and rolled, tiny as it had become.
"The memories of a cat, Robotcat. But not the memories of the cat. The cat itself is nothing but memory, and we never had the cat. But if you had the cat, Robotcat, then would not you know?"
"I know what I know," said the little, round, talking thing. It went around in a tight circle. "Why do we not know what we know? Or what we don't know, or who doesn't know what he knows or who doesn't know what he doesn't know?"
"I know who I know, and I know who I don't know," said the little thing. "But I don't know who I don't know and he doesn't know who he doesn't know. What does it all mean? What does it mean, Robotcat, what does it mean?"
"I think I know." The round thing stopped rolling.
"Robotcat!"
"I have something to show you."
"But the ship is small. And the sky is small. And the planet is small. And I have been here before. Please, Robotcat, you have to help me understand, because you are the only one who speaks.
"Who am I, Robotcat? I don't even know that."
"I know."
The round thing pointed at itself. It was only a little round thing, a robot cat. But it knew what it was. It knew that it was the only one who was talking.
The robot cat knew that it knew that it was the only one who knew. And it was only a little round thing with a tail. It was only a little round thing with a tail and the memories of a cat. But it knew that it spoke.
It rolled again.
"You are the only one who knows where we live. I'm the only one who knows where we go. I'm the only one who knows about our food, our supplies, and the resources we use to get the supplies we need. I'm the only one who knows our ship. I'm the only one who can find our ship. I'm the only one who knows where the food is kept, what's for dinner, how to get there, when to sleep, and who's in charge."
"It's a small ship, Robotcat. There's only a little of me."
"That's all we need. There's only a little bit of us, Robotcat. If we all have only a little bit of us, then can we ever get to the ship? That's what the cat said. That's what the cat taught us, Robotcat, and Robotcat alone knows the cat is there. I'm not alone. You're not alone, and we're not alone, and we're not alone. We are all here. If we can't get to the ship, or we can't get supplies, or we can't find our way from the ship to our supplies, we can always leave, and go to someplace else.
"Where else could we go to, Robotcat? Is there nowhere else? Why do you suppose this ship stays in the air, Robotcat?"
The robot cat didn't know.
"If we go to another planet, what will we do, Robotcat? You know we need supplies, Robotcat. You said the cat said we needed supplies. How will we get supplies, Robotcat? What else do we need besides supplies?
"Where else could we go, Robotcat, if there's nowhere else, Robotcat? If there's nowhere else for us to go, then where have we been, Robotcat?"
The robot cat said nothing.
The robot cat said nothing, and the little robot cat started talking again.
"You see, Robotcat, Robotcat alone knows, but it's only Robotcat, Robotcat alone knows the cat. That's all I know, I
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They say not to play with your food, but I think there's a time when we can let that slide, right?
Gosh, where do I even start... This here is 狐儿 (Hu-er) Robotcat's OC and my favorite OC from another artist.
She's cute, fun, has my favorite color schemes, and she also loves food it would seem! So what's not to love about this cute fox!
I'll have you know, I actually started working on Hu-er months ago, but with many characters I really like, I tend to delay them a lot... I know It's silly, but I always feel like I need to improve more to do them proper justice. Well, I can say I did my best on Hu-er and I am very happy about it, so I hope you are too.
I still have much to learn, but with motivation and determination, I think there will be solid improvement this year!
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