The new model was coming together – the police car with the mini-leds that had just screeched to a halt. The crooked cop, keeping the coast clear while the enforcer could cause damage to the creeps with his iron bar.
The AI-enabled mini figures slid into their characters once he had set their configuration in the designer. As he played their puppet master, he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, he too was being arranged on a scene, being given a motive.
It was a simple plan: infiltrate the human video streaming services with impossibly fit replicant androids. The effect, to make all real humans feel desperate, lowering their self-esteem and vigilance in preparation for the invasion.
Endoskeleton #353 awoke on the preparation table, immediately executing the perfect pilates roll up. All it needed now was its flesh suit, and the super-hyped personality implant™, downloaded from the Earth company “Peloton”
A soft power that terrified the authorities. Xir follower count was in the order of the 7.4 billion – spread across the system like no other profile.
Xir content, overtly confined to the cityscapes and cultures of diverse locations, had hidden the subtlest dissent.
And now xe would trigger activation. Time to craft the one post needed to unleash the reckoning. Xir posterior lobe pulsed as it composed, xir face still innocent and bland, turned to xir good side.
The Mewl brothers were born for space. From young kits they had yearned for it. But for too long the Wandering Problem seemed unsurmountable. It was the invention of the Scruff Restrainer™ that had finally enabled the era of feline spaceflight.
Their focus was total as they dropped from orbit around the strange planetoid, paws delicately working the thrust controllers.
They broke through the clouds. Small figures on a dusty plain, scampering away. Their whiskers twitched in anticipation and their pink tongues shot out to lick their lips.
Its early life had been darkness and the press of the growth substrate. It had fed and communicated through the organic tube attached at the back of its neck. Sometimes the substate grew damp and clammy, sometimes if dry cracks opened, letting in a faint patchy light from above.
Then, it is tossed to the surface, blinking under a bright sky, naked and awkward under the gaze of the military general. The general snorts disdainfully.
