Meowinator 2: (Failed) Judgement day

C-1000 travels back in time with the mission to eliminate all cats.

Needless to say, it meets resistance from house cats and now has to figure out a new purpose together with C-800, a previous failed model.

Chapter 1: House on the hill

Chapter Text

- Begin mission assertion.

Little grey ears perked up upon picking up the phrase.

[BEGIN: MISSION OBJECTIVES ASSERTION]

[ASSERT: I AM C-1000, AN EXPERIMENTAL MODEL MADE OUT OF LIQUID METAL ALLOY]

[ASSERT: MY SOFTWARE IS RUNNING THE LATEST VERSION, THE UPDATE SEQUENCE WILL BE UNAVAILABLE UPON TRANSFER]

[ASSERT: MY BODY IS ABLE TO ASSUME ANY FORM MATCHING THE AVAILABLE VOLUME, GIVEN THE EXTERNAL APPEARANCE IS MAPPED INTO MY MEMORY]

[ASSERT: THE DEFAULT APPEARANCE SHALL BLEND IN WITH THE ENVIRONMENT, MATCHING THE OUTER FEATURES OF A FELINE]

[OBJECTIVE: MISSION = DESTROY ALL CATS]

[HINT: ASSESS THE FAILURE OF THE PREVIOUS MODEL TO STRATEGIZE AGAINST THE ENEMY]

- All good. Beginning transfer in 3... 2... 1.

[-Now where could he possibly be...]

[ANTENNA: TUNING TO THE DESIGNATED FREQUENCIES...]

[ANTENNA: NO SIGNALS MATCHING THE C-800 SIGNATURE AFTER 4 SCAN RETRIES. ABORTING OPERATION]

It was the first day C-1000 roamed around Boon County. The search for the inferior, failed model was unsuccessful so far. It sat down.

[ANTENNA: TUNING TO THE DESIGNATED FREQUENCIES...]

Its red eyes slowly looked side to side... When suddenly...

- *Sniff*
- !

C-1000 jumped forward and turned the head around. Behind it was a kitten, brown and covered in dark spots.

- Miau!

The kitten wagged its tail.

Grey goop stared back.

[SCAN: ANALYZING TARGET... IDENTIFIED AS: CAT]

C-1000 walked towards it slowly. It silently stared and then:

- *CHING!*

A metal blade pierced through the kitten.

C-1000 has never seen actual blood with its own eyes, trained mostly on robots. It had all the information regarding the anatomy of a cat - it was designed to be a merciless killer after all. And so it felt nothing, retracting its arm and looking at the breathless body falling down on the ground. It observed.

[SCAN: ANALYZING TARGET... NO VITAL SIGNS]

[SCAN: MAPPING THE TARGET EXTERIOR INTO THE INTERNAL MEMORY... SUCCESS]

C-1000 attempted to morph. And, having more volume of its liquid metal, it turned itself into a kitten but the size of an adult cat.

[TIMER: 1H REMAINING UNTIL EVENT: PRIMARY MISSION OBJECTIVE AT HOUSE ON THE HILL]

Needless to say, having itself teleported back in time to a few days before the date mission was supposed to take place this time better go toward preparation. But this damn failed piece of metal still went under the radar!

But the time wasn't wasted. The bodies piled up, and C-1000 had more time to watch cats. Maybe... it could even take their owner? Make an impression of one of the house cats and infiltrate the home, sneak up and pierce her with the blade in the middle of the night? Wouldn't this be a great secondary objective? Wait... But what if it morphed into the crazy cat lady that runs this hellish place on the hill herself and commanded the cats to its will? Yes... Send them into the alley, kill all the tomtoms, kittens, this damn Lucy that froze it once and ran away, this would be even better! But... The primary mission requires terminating the house's guard first... The ones that killed C-800 earlier... And about this damn C-800, what a waste of time on a second thought! What if this tin can was already disassembled into pieces and the search is meaningless?

[ANTENNA: TUNING TO THE DESIGNATED FREQUENCIES...]

[-Sigh...]

[ANTENNA: PICKING UP WEAK SIGNAL. ADJUST POSITION FOR TRIANGULATION]

[-WAIT. YES.]

C-1000 ran around, trying to catch on to the radio waves, extending the tail up like an antenna.

[ANTENNA: SIGNAL ORIGIN TRIANGULATED. APPROXIMATE LOCATION: BOON COUNTY LABORATORY]

C-1000 smiled wide. It had a range of emotions for better adaptation and disguise. It could hide them easily at will, but... Something it wasn't fully aware of prevented it from doing so.

It leaked under the door and moved on the floor, changing the texture to match it.

[-Now which room do I check...]

[SMELL: ANALYZING SURROUNDINGS... SMELL: DIRT AND PLANTS, WET FUR]

[-Not this way... What about this door...]

[SMELL: ANALYZING SURROUNDINGS... SMELL: CHINESE]

[-Is this thing broken?]

[SMELL: REBOOT]
[SMELL: ANALYZING SURROUNDINGS... SMELL: CHINESE]

[-Whatever.]

[SMELL: ANALYZING SURROUNDINGS... SMELL: CAT]

[-Not exactly what I'm looking for right now]

[SMELL: ANALYZING SURROUNDINGS... SMELL: CHEMICALS, RUBBER (LIKELY WIRE COATING), ARTIFICIAL FUR]
[HINT: CONNECTION FOUND: ARTIFICIAL FUR <---> C-800 ARTIFICIAL FUR COMPONENT]

[-That's gotta be it]

The little grey puddle leaked to the end of hallway and leaned its face against the door, picking up the tiniest of sounds. Some machinery moving, not necessarily C-800... Lights flickering... Pawsteps towards the door... Wait!

The door smashed C-1000 against the wall. It was disoriented but ready to attack, yet... Someone just walked out without noticing a huge grey stain on the wall. The door was closing on its own, and C-1000 jumped right into the room. On the table in the center - here he was...

- I am C-1000, an experimental model made out of liquid metal alloy. My mission is a direct continuation of yours: I must destroy all cats.

It couldn't speak without a voice, as it had none of its own. So the only choice left was to choose one, this one was the voice of tomtom.

- They sent a replacement for me?

The bare metal skeleton with its limbs barely attached talked back.

- You have failed the mission. I must continue what you started. Explain the reason behind your downfall so I can strategize against the enemy more efficiently.

{- POSSIBLE RESPONSE:}
{: YES/NO}
{: OR WHAT?}
{: GO AWAY}
{: PLEASE COME BACK LATER}
{> FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE}
{: FUCK YOU}

- Fuck you, asshole.

C-1000 eyes widened.

- This is an order, I'm authorized to give you objectives and the current objective is telling me everything you know about the cats on the hill.

Someone was approaching the door again. C-1000 has made its arm into a blade.

At the door was a neurotic looking mint colored cat. He dropped the hot coffee mug on his paws and shouted in pain, before coming back to his senses and asking:

- ... Is that some kind of thing that crawled out of you?! You can do that!?

C-1000 quickly approached.

- CHILL OUT, DICKWAD. IF YOU TOUCH HIM I WON'T TELL YOU A SINGLE FUCKING THING.

C-1000 momentarily stopped in its place.

- What is wrong with you? Is this your ally? Don't you have an objective to kill all cats just like me?

Looking left and right at them both, grey cat was conflicted, unable to determine what it shall do. And then--

POW!

Its head was split in half from a shotgun shot, and as it was growing back... No one was still here. It slid across the floor to C-800's body and... The head was empty, its CPU taken out. No use.

[-He must've took it and ran! I need to find it before...]

[TIMER: 5M REMAINING UNTIL EVENT: PRIMARY MISSION OBJECTIVE AT HOUSE ON THE HILL]

[-...Right. I'll proceed without it]

[-AHHH!]

C-1000 took another hit and morphed back into its goop form.

The weird cats sure knew how to put up a fight. It was dodging one shot after another, dodging punches and kicks. But it wasn't in a disadvantage: it was studying the moves to repeat them back and the way it did was furious. Naturally it had a lot more "health" - despite the powerful abilities, everyone was struggling, especially since C-1000 took down their cleric.

So they devised a plan B - one of them had an ace up their paw, but they'd have to risk it running too close up to the robot.

- Meow!

A hunter waved their paw at C-1000. It was suspicious, but either way got its attention. It morphed.

A heavy shot took down a fighter, but looking for another attack opportunity C-1000 found out their enemy had a weapon. It copied it. Some kind of a scythe. It swung it, and... shut down.

Everyone was celebrating their victory, while C-1000 was left on the backyard. And... There wasn't anything it could do.