Author: Guede Mazaka
It wasn't a black cat. It was a ginger tabby, pouncing twice in the exact same manner, he very distinctly remembered, because before he had never seen such things. He was perfect, the epitome of code, so of course he was never around when the glitches popped up. He only came afterward, in order to fix them.
The other had slipped away once again, damn him-but he'd been in a hurry. Sloppy. Smith was never sloppy. Never careless enough to drop something like a pair of sunglasses. He picked them up, turned them over and over, tracing the trapped body heat that still remained in the wire rims.
To look through another's eyes…
Another stupid mortal saying that had wormed itself into his code. Smith needed to clean himself, push out all the soiled fragments into another body. He directed himself toward the nearest heartbeat-
--and put on the glasses. Watch this, Neo. Watch what I can do to Eden.