DTAE Cradles Meme

Instructions

you don't have to read all this, it's kinda stupid. press c to play the meme. Tcha32b9//she/her//There was a project that combined entertainment and cleanliness, the techaCat. It could play music, videos, shows, and movies on its screen, and cleaned your house better than any roomba because of its ability to clean not just floors, but tables, and counters, and shelves. Its soft fur and mellow personality made for a good children's friend as well. It was the brainchild of a particularly skilled programmer who struck out on his own to find fame and riches. The project experienced many issues, with lack of funding, patents on cleaning technology, and other things, before being shut down entirely. The three working prototypes were thrown into a dump, and the idea forgotten. Except that it wasn't. This programmer had some memory problems, which probably contributed to the shutdown, and left the program running. Those three prototypes were programmed to repair themselves if damaged, and as they had access to YouTube as part of the entertainment, they learned lots and lots about themselves and what it means to be a human and a cat. Through this, with the supplies from the junkyard, they built Tcha, the first of the civilization. Thirty-five years later, it still has gone unnoticed, and the Tchas have become masters and hiding and building. They also developed humanlike personalities, and at three months old a Tcha can choose their human name. Tchas usually live up to 10 years. end here's some story "32b9?" "Oh, hello, Ros." I looked up for only a second to notice her, before returning to the metal turtle. "What's that?" "Just a project for Learn." She plopped herself across from me, her bushy gray tail swishing the floor of compressed cans and bottles. "Excited for your Name?" "Yeah, I-I guess." "Any idea of what it is?" We weren't supposed to share our Name until Name Hour, on the fifth dumping of the mooncycle. (On the fifth day on the month for everyone three months old.) but Ros was the kind that liked to push her luck. "No, and even if I did, would I be saying it to you now?" Ros rolled her eyes and got up. "I have to get to picking, catch you at the dumping tonight for Naming Hour! I waved goodbye with my tail, then focused all my energy into this tiny little turtle, shaping its little face and adorable flippers. I got so into it, I didn't notice Bottle Plaza was empty. Stuffing the little turtle in my pouch, which I had named Oli, I began running, as fast as I could, down the tunnels. A plastic kite wriggled loose and fell on top of my sensors, causing me to halt, just before crashing into Tcha32b2. "Sorry!" I yelped, righting myself and batting away the kite. My internal clock said that the dumping would take place in 1.95765434463 minutes, I had arrived in the nick of time. The Naming went as usual, each three-cycle Tcha would state their old and then new name. I managed to wiggle my way to the empty spot between Tcha32b8 and Tcha32b10 to await my Naming. I had been thinking about it all day, and I finally had an answer. "Tcha32b8." He chimed.There was a rumbling overhead, that did sound different from the usual, but he continued on. "Qui." The rumbling got louder, and the comfortingly dark ceiling was beginning to get lighter by the second. Tho, the leader of the Tchas and grandson of Tha herself scrambled to press the emergency button, which would protect the Tchas from every harm. The only problem was, no one quite knew what it did. This had never happened. Ever. Tha designed the system, and the builders were the First Three. I raced to the tunnels, only to discover that the button had closed them, firmly, as a precation for those inside the doors. No one was inside those doors. Pure panic ensued. All the lights were shut off, and most of the Tchas began tearing up the beautiful can floor, destroying a decade and a half's worth of work. I was frozen. It's not that I was terrified enough to be frozen, it was that light had burst through to touch my fur, and it was warm and brilliant, like nothing you've ever felt before. I steeled myself for the cold and dark that would inevitably come once I ducked out of this ray of pure joy. Before I could, however, a grotesque sight appeared before me. It had flesh hanging off its face, bulbous eyes, and ratty fur on the top of its oval head that was covered by a hardhat. This, of course, was a human. comment below if this is actually something i should keep writing in the future if i win the character.