“Genetics happened,” and I could  
see its fucking tongue moving around   
inside its mouth, helping to form the  
sounds to each word. If this was an    
illusion, I was putting on one hell of 
a show for myself.                     
     The Cat continued, “You’re probab-
ly thinking that this is all some kind 
of hocus-pocus, and that you’re really 
talking to yourself. Don’t you?”       
     That was an odd question to be    
asking myself, I thought, and then     
asked it out loud, “That’s an odd      
question?”                             
     “Not really. If I was you, I’d    
already know the answer and wouldn’t   
need to ask myself, but there might be 
one way to prove I’m not your imagina- 
tion. It might not be absolute proof,  
but it’s the best I can do while I’m   
* stuck in here. Unless, you wanna take a  
picture of me?” the Cat asked, and then
smiled.                                
     It was a really creepy smile.     
     I cringed and said, “No thanks,   
they won’t let us bring our phones in  
here, but let’s see what else you got?”
I asked and went dumbfounded again, as 
the Cat pulled out a smart-phone and   
used it to look something up.          
     “I just sent you a short documen- 
tary anyway,” the Cat told me, and then
added, “At this very minute, your      
credit-rating is 737 points. The last  
time you looked it up, it was... eleven
points lower.”                         
     She put the smart-phone away, and 
then asked, “Now, if I’m you, then how 
do I know that?”                       



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