Nuclear TigreanOh, hello. I guess I should introduce myself...
My name is a rather peculiar one. I share it with a nearly unknown city in ancient Egypt, but this city in turn shares its name with Bastet: the Goddess of Cats. It is the perfect name for me, though most people that come through don’t appreciate the depth of its meaning. Most humans look at me and either see just an off-colored lynx, a successful experiment, or as a freak of nature. After all, I did not have a conventional birth…I was created. My name is more than just a label: it’s both what and who I am, in my master’s eyes. They say that my master is the smartest man in the world, and I know that to be the truth. He designed me, chose me, and I became the product of his hard work. But instead of taking the stereotypical course of throwing me in a cage to be studied further, he became my best friend.
Lately, my master had become much more busy and distressed as usual, although he always kept a calm and confident façade. I may not be intelligent, but I am perceptive. And I could tell that whatever he was working on was of great magnitude, and that it truly bothered him. Concerned, I kept following him around everywhere he went as he worked to solve this problem I did not understand. Then, one day, I walked into his private room where he kept a number of television screens all tuned to different channels—the place where he could sit and watch the world. On one screen was a replay of the atomic bomb explosion over Hiroshima, Japan several years ago. I didn’t know what it was, but I became interested in it because I noticed my master had focused on that one screen. His eyes were transfixed and determined, when suddenly he started laughing. I didn’t know what to think of this strange behavior he was exhibiting, so I approached him questioningly.
“Oh, Bubastis,” he said, still chuckling. “I think I just solved our problem. A group of skilled vigilantes can’t protect even a single city, and yet I’ve found a way to save the entire world from oblivion.” He pat my head in condolences for me being unable to comprehend what he was saying. “You just have to promise not to tell anyone. This is our little secret. Oh, boy. The Comedian would really get a kick out of this one.” He just kept laughing and laughing and laughing…...whatever his epiphany was about, it must have been the biggest joke in the world.
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