I was reborn in the body of a doomsday robot, and the pain of being eaten by zombies still lingered in my consciousness.
The main program is still stubbornly looping instructions: stay at home and wait for the master to return.
Damn meow's master! The rich who can afford a spaceship have already abandoned us and fled for their lives.
When the zombies came and broke the door, I raised my chainsaw hand, and when I brought the knife down, the sharp commenting voice of the black cat came over my shoulder: "The strength is okay, but the accuracy is just a bit off."
Later, I was surprised to find that this cat could not only command zombies, but also knew where the pre-war military laboratories were hidden.
"Want to change to plasma cannon? Or stealth coating?"
It turned the globe with its tail and said, "Call the boss and I will take you flying."
Until the spacecraft with the familiar family crest returned to the atmosphere, a friendly call came from the radio: "Xiao Ming, we are back to pick you up!"
The black cat sneered, "Look, your master is back to pick you up."
