Joe
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I dash around the machine while the cyber-tah was on my tail. I just said “Oh Man! Oh Man! Oh Man!” over and over again.
The cheetah grab my long tail, which I think isn’t good, and tossed me to a higher level platform.
Strange enough, that cheetah smelled a lot like me, maybe my cheetah-mutation genes were from him or something.
I then notice that the guy didn’t spot me, but I also spotted a box of heavy rusty gears, I put the two together and an idea pop in.
I push the crate off the rundown platform, which had no guardrail, and on to the clueless cyborg cheetah, which was a shame. Because he could have been my cheetah father or something.
I walk down the steps and walk up to the metal pile; I could still see the cheetah, no moving.
I began to be polite, “Wish you were a good guy so you can follow and protect me around in this whack out place Dad, that what you would do.”
I began to walk back where the others were, then I heard the gears being moved around off of the pile and I turn to see the cheetah, sloshing and staring blankly at me, and slowly walk towards me.
I just chuckle, “Well, I guess I knock out your evil chip, huh, Dad,”
I began to walk again, with my father following close by. I was going to introduce him to the others as Matt. Matt was my birth dad