Writing prompt: And long after the humans had thoroughly extinctified themselves with through silly, frivolous pursuits like “AI data centers” and “shareholder value,” nature had returned itself to a pre-industrial state. Eventually, Felis catus rose to evolutionary prominence, despite their largely decorative brains. They had mastered the solar system, and decided to look inwards towards the Earth. A seemingly alien archive from time immemorial was discovered, buried under countless layers of deep strata. Within the facility, they found a trove of billions upon billions of pictures and videos of their primitive ancestors etched within the structure of silicon crystals.
Eventually, in their searches of the archives, they came across a curious poem:
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature; Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, A singular development of cat communications That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion, It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
Writing prompt: And long after the humans had thoroughly extinctified themselves with through silly, frivolous pursuits like “AI data centers” and “shareholder value,” nature had returned itself to a pre-industrial state. Eventually, Felis catus rose to evolutionary prominence, despite their largely decorative brains. They had mastered the solar system, and decided to look inwards towards the Earth. A seemingly alien archive from time immemorial was discovered, buried under countless layers of deep strata. Within the facility, they found a trove of billions upon billions of pictures and videos of their primitive ancestors etched within the structure of silicon crystals.
Eventually, in their searches of the archives, they came across a curious poem:
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
Is there anything TNG can’t do? Cat’s are very much sentient though. They’re just dumb as hell. XD
and what is to be done?
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Idk i just love that picard direct action emote lol
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