Remember what Abraham Lincoln said when asked how long legs should be: “long enough to reach the ground.” Unity can use some cat’s legs as replacements.
“And if I ever lose my legs,
I won’t moan, and I won’t beg.
Yes, if I ever lose my legs,
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, I won’t have to walk no more.”
“Moonshadow,” sung by… (wait for it)… CAT Stevens.
“I’ve got two legs from the head to the ground,
And when I walk ’em they move around,
And when I lift them they climb the stairs,
And when I shave them they ain’t got hairs.”
Assuming she’s average weight for her size, that’s less than 20 pounds apiece. I’ve watched a single house cat kill and carry off raccoons that weigh more than that.
I live in the out in the country, and barn cats are a lot tougher than your average city house cat. And I imagine that these ā what with living with zombies and all ā have to be pretty tough, too.
Yes, we had one named Scheherazade that didn’t bother hunting anything smaller than rabbits. She wasn’t unusually large, some of those Cottontails were as large as she was.
it was yakuza-cat! The most badass, body-part stealingest, implausible racoon fightingest, feline in all Japan. Under her fur she has full body ink of dragons and catnip and flaming yarnballs of death and s&!t. She’s one stabby tabby.
A (now late) friend of mine was once owned by a Manx cat who liked to chase pit bulls around for fun. 30 lbs. of solid muscle and dense fur, armed with 20 razor blades and a bite like a bear trap, trumps any mutt however badass it thinks it is any day. ^_^
Yes, our neighborhood didn’t have a Godfather, we had The Catfather. “I’m gonna meow you an offer you can’t refuse!”
Big cats are *so* good. We had a big fluffy grey furred Maine Coon who was found outside a Home Depot. He’s a bit skittish but he has a very sweet personality once you get to know him.
Sadly he also had a tendency to scratch when spooked, so we had to give him to my aunt when our little one arrived. He’s living happily on a farm now, lording over the other cats, dogs, and even the rooster.
Okay, the Cypress is expanding from a horde of Biteys, and now cats are nibbling on U.N.I.T.Y.s legs, which means that they will be infected with her nanogoo and become part of the collective. A-Sig’s attempts to remove madtech may result in a grey goo scenario across the continent.
To be fair to UNITY, she’s arguably not actually incomplete – she’s a nanobot swarm, and any of her goo that gets carried away with her legs deactivates and gets replaced by the remainder replicating.
Which is why the usual rules don’t apply to her. Minor caveat: her detached goo doesn’t deactivate immediately. In fact, it’s not clear if or when it does. In idahI, the remnants in the various animals was still active long after she had been “purged” from them.
And honestly, the goo would have to have some way to tell which group is the “main” one to know which part should deactivate.
….I’m now suspicious that Unity will create her own nation of semi-hive-mind nano mind clones at some point. Or at least a temporary army.
It seems that her brain — the actual meat-brain in her head — indicates to the nanites which body is “hers”, and also provides her with the necessary grey matter to engage in more than the most rudimentary thoughts (such as “lightsabers are cool”). So any infested organisms (or body parts) probably have to be within a certain distance for her brain to control them. Otherwise, as long as the orphaned nanites are active, they would only act on those rudimentary thoughts. That would also be the case if she is not actively controlling them — such as when her spare arm would move on its own and try to steal Sweetheart’s dinner.
Then again, if they do have another brain to infiltrate (like the animals in Idaho), they might remain active indefinitely, and produce Unity-like behaviour, and even her strength, in the animal. Which brings up the interesting question of whether any of her nanites remained behind in Virginia… not that there is really a huge difference between their basic drives. Unity and Virginia both love brains… it’s just that one wants to eat them, and the other just wants to play with them.
True. But there were, for a time, remnants left behind, allowing the animals to aid Unity in her Boss Fight with Tigerlily Jones. Perhaps whatever wasn’t barfed out was eventually purged from their systems by other means, much as a toxin would be.
It’s OK, Unity… I’m sure your legs will find their way back to you eventually.
Remember what Abraham Lincoln said when asked how long legs should be: “long enough to reach the ground.” Unity can use some cat’s legs as replacements.
Can’t talk: Cat’s got your tongue.
Can’t walk: …
“And if I ever lose my legs,
I won’t moan, and I won’t beg.
Yes, if I ever lose my legs,
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, I won’t have to walk no more.”
“Moonshadow,” sung by… (wait for it)… CAT Stevens.
Coincidence? I think not…
“I’ve got two legs from the head to the ground,
And when I walk ’em they move around,
And when I lift them they climb the stairs,
And when I shave them they ain’t got hairs.”
—Terry Gilliam, Pythoner.
That is such a weird song. I can almost hear UNITY humming along.
(Comment meant for Hannibal, but what the hey, they’re both weird).
Her Majesty seems to have a soft spot for Tip. ^_^
…when he’s nearby, he’s an accesory.
She can’t be seen with low-quality accesories.
She seems to be almost… maternal.
As a decaying corpse she’s probably got a lot of soft spots.
Must have been some pretty big cats. Or a rather large number of improbably cooperative normal-sized ones.
Or her legs were just attached rather poorly.
I am referring to the weight of the legs (roughly 1/6 of your entire body weight a piece) rather than their attachment to her torso.
Assuming she’s average weight for her size, that’s less than 20 pounds apiece. I’ve watched a single house cat kill and carry off raccoons that weigh more than that.
I am assuming the legs were attached to the cat
Raccoons usually kill cats, not the other way around: are you pulling (or perhaps dragging) my leg? š
Are you thinking of something a bit like those hamsters running off with the robots? http://narbonic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/061007.jpg
Bruce: Usually… but some cats are bigger and badder. Think Maine Coon, and similar.
I live in the out in the country, and barn cats are a lot tougher than your average city house cat. And I imagine that these ā what with living with zombies and all ā have to be pretty tough, too.
Yes, we had one named Scheherazade that didn’t bother hunting anything smaller than rabbits. She wasn’t unusually large, some of those Cottontails were as large as she was.
it was yakuza-cat! The most badass, body-part stealingest, implausible racoon fightingest, feline in all Japan. Under her fur she has full body ink of dragons and catnip and flaming yarnballs of death and s&!t. She’s one stabby tabby.
You know I just HAVE to post these:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny-Lko5lO-0
A (now late) friend of mine was once owned by a Manx cat who liked to chase pit bulls around for fun. 30 lbs. of solid muscle and dense fur, armed with 20 razor blades and a bite like a bear trap, trumps any mutt however badass it thinks it is any day. ^_^
Yes, our neighborhood didn’t have a Godfather, we had The Catfather. “I’m gonna meow you an offer you can’t refuse!”
Big cats are *so* good. We had a big fluffy grey furred Maine Coon who was found outside a Home Depot. He’s a bit skittish but he has a very sweet personality once you get to know him.
Sadly he also had a tendency to scratch when spooked, so we had to give him to my aunt when our little one arrived. He’s living happily on a farm now, lording over the other cats, dogs, and even the rooster.
Okay, the Cypress is expanding from a horde of Biteys, and now cats are nibbling on U.N.I.T.Y.s legs, which means that they will be infected with her nanogoo and become part of the collective. A-Sig’s attempts to remove madtech may result in a grey goo scenario across the continent.
who said they were trying to remove mad tech?
Ending scene of Fearless Vampire Killers?
Looks like they ran off with everything below the waist, too. I suppose that includes most of Unity’s naughty bits, but, with Unity, you never know.
She probably has spares.
In her defense, she didn’t know what the bathroom sitch would be!
And if she HAD no spares Iām sure she can find some for the taking, no problem.
Tip’s just a walking excuse for makeovers, isn’t he?
To be fair to UNITY, she’s arguably not actually incomplete – she’s a nanobot swarm, and any of her goo that gets carried away with her legs deactivates and gets replaced by the remainder replicating.
Which is why the usual rules don’t apply to her. Minor caveat: her detached goo doesn’t deactivate immediately. In fact, it’s not clear if or when it does. In idahI, the remnants in the various animals was still active long after she had been “purged” from them.
And honestly, the goo would have to have some way to tell which group is the “main” one to know which part should deactivate.
….I’m now suspicious that Unity will create her own nation of semi-hive-mind nano mind clones at some point. Or at least a temporary army.
It seems that her brain — the actual meat-brain in her head — indicates to the nanites which body is “hers”, and also provides her with the necessary grey matter to engage in more than the most rudimentary thoughts (such as “lightsabers are cool”). So any infested organisms (or body parts) probably have to be within a certain distance for her brain to control them. Otherwise, as long as the orphaned nanites are active, they would only act on those rudimentary thoughts. That would also be the case if she is not actively controlling them — such as when her spare arm would move on its own and try to steal Sweetheart’s dinner.
Then again, if they do have another brain to infiltrate (like the animals in Idaho), they might remain active indefinitely, and produce Unity-like behaviour, and even her strength, in the animal. Which brings up the interesting question of whether any of her nanites remained behind in Virginia… not that there is really a huge difference between their basic drives. Unity and Virginia both love brains… it’s just that one wants to eat them, and the other just wants to play with them.
You’re both forgetting that living creatures ultimately reject the nanites. UNITY got barfed out of every creature she stayed in for too long.
True. But there were, for a time, remnants left behind, allowing the animals to aid Unity in her Boss Fight with Tigerlily Jones. Perhaps whatever wasn’t barfed out was eventually purged from their systems by other means, much as a toxin would be.