Then he felt his fine hairs and grasped his daint cat paws - the beans pressing together delicately. He knew that he was a anthropomorphic cat, yet he didn't want to believe it.

Cark crouched on his knees and kneeled on the ground, his sting within his gut rendering his limbs shell shocked as if it stood erect yet about to collapse. "Please Saint Jesus, please let me stay in this cruel world not, for I can't tolerate having been incarcerated for no justifiable reason. I did not ask for cat paws either." Cark begged as tears welted up around his cherry rosy cheeks.

"Aw for heaven's sake" The transcendent man in the cerulean sky hath saith as he beamed a condescending smile, as the clouds drifting overhead subconsciously formulated a smiling pattern which is the same God's gesture , he wanted to reassure his little lady, but remained silent for anything else for that was for his bigger plan.

Cark pondered within the magnamultiplexes within his neural networks, finding a reason of why Jesus of all people hath decided to bring her in this oppressed society, as if using the substitution method to find out who asked. "I thowought you have been good" as his eyes slowly crinkle in a bunge of wrinkles.

"Just because I hath sent you into a place of discomfort and inconveniences, does not mean I am an evil person. For as long as my plans hath been followed, everything shall go silky smooth even for the most daunting obstacles. Shall you take a breeze within these challenges I had provided you, or you may never be able to see thy true self" Jesus promised.

Then Cark said "I don't even know what you are saying!" followed by a grunt as his cat ears flop down in rebelliousness! "just at least revert me into human form", said in a wincing voice - his tone transitioning into cat-like pleading meows.

"I am heavenly, and everlastingly, yet shall I not feel not so sorry as I would humbly say these adages to you Saint Michael, for Saint Elon Musk hath engineered you that way, it is within your genetics which must be utilized usque ad maximum."

"Saint Elon Musk?" Cark's eyes widened. He noted at the hint, but took more than a moment to spotlight that exact memory.

"Remember thy origins" Jesus himself muttered, followed by a blow within the clueless catboy's ear.

Then it hath cummed onto him as the holy spirit of him came under the hole within his asscheeks and diffused all over the nonillions of cells within his body - Cark's mind scrolled all the way towards his past, for Jesuses eensy diction hath spotlighted a small recollection regarding whence Jesus gone all-out lewd and decided to become a demiclad egyptian catboy as the grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grand uncle of Ankha whose primitive instincts hath gone haywire over the sight of what was formerly a blocky-but-not-so-lego-like yet adorable anthropomorphic calico cat in his own effulgent skies.

However Cark knew something that there was much more related to that recollection, albeit skeptical about his sense of memory, yet still so much is to be discernible. As he percepted deeper he felt that he was subtly yet previously inveigled by the Saint Lord Christ despite him being pictured as all-good-moral doing. Cark pondered all over, leaning on that rusty table.

Till he heard a banging noise at the door as it shot open. "COME ON!!! WAKE UP!!!" hath shouted the guards, however to Cark their neon-pastel-like multicoloured hair forming ears resembling various animals was enough to not take them seriously, yet what's in their vision their eyes pop open in great disbelief, with their bodies jolting in such shock - such shock to see a wild animal pissing within their cell.

Cark adjusted his head slightly with a darting eye in one of the guards "M-meow?" He meowed without any single thought, his head now pointing directly with eyes gawking with mustering curiosity at the guards.

"No way, how could this be? Why would we imprison a literal animal, should we let i-"

"Sh! It could be dangerous, since he, she, they, ze, zhey, xe, fe, ley, xem, xen, or whoever this kind of cursed organism is acting quite sus and has been doing intolerable amounts of malarkey in order for the clueless crowds to fall for their deceptio-"

"Don't call them they! Zhe might actually identify zherself as an aro-anglosexual bi-gendered self-diagnosed autistic OCD-romantic queer!"

"ngl thats kinda vali-"

"Hey guys, do you want me to show you something?" Cark said in a cute voice, cutting the guard's little sprinkle of philosophical banters.

"Guys? Did he really say g-"

"Shut up! Let the cat speak for zherself!"

Cark then pulls out a book from his furred pockets. He slowly flips the pages, and states the text in a casual voice. "The A.I technological movement has been a major disaster for the human race. For many years an average man has a belief that technology must manifest itself intimating the powers of God, beyond God, or the multiverse. Yet civilization once thought that the development of A.I was the first step of reaching the pinnacle of humanity, only to fall under the hands of rich entrepreneurs dividing economic equalities within multiple countries. Instead of utilizing the nature that man should exercise as a virtue, they have instead made society too comfortable - to the point that an alarmingly high rate of groups support their despicable vices. An average man has a belief that technology will better the life qualities of society, yet never realizing that once we adapt to a radical invention, we inevitably lose a component once prominent necessary to the practicals in the real world. Furthermore, we should also con-"

"Hate to be rude, but where did you get this kind of info from?" The guard questioned.

Cark turned the book and displayed the text in the guards' eyes. He casually flips the pages over and over, despite the book seeming to have around 100ish pages; it would take 1.3ish seconds to flip the pages all the way from the start to the end - like a 5 year old scratching his finger against the rims of the pages. As Cark searched the sources leaning near the end of the book, the pages of the book flipped - fluttering so fast as it rippled the air much like an electric fan.

Then one guard noticed the magic behind the book. "What the actual f-, who the hell gave you that book?" He wasn't able to comprehend the mysterious power surrounded by the book, judging by his gaping bewilderedness rippling his face.

"Jesus of Nazareth himself, ambassador of the heavens, the saints, leader of disciples." Cark replied.

Then one of the other guards hath saith "Who the fuck is Jesus? Isn't he a fictional character meant to manipulate the sheep and his so-called believers?"

"You wouldn't utter like that if you would truly believe on him". Cark held a red eye as badass heavy metal anime music played around the background, and he furrowed a frown knowing by astral-like cognition that man hath been mislead by previous influences.

He lets out a snort and said in a snarky voice "Prove to me that God is real, maybe I can give you a gold star." The guard smirked right after as vrey bursted up an eyebrow.

Cark stopped the fluttering of the pages, briefly showing an empty page to the guards before turning back the took towards the holder's eyes. And without a single flip of a page he shows the same page to the guards again, yet filled with text. "Well, who am I to prove a bunch of so called atheists?"

"Atheists?" the guards chortled, wide beaming smiles of disbelief as they fixed their spiky-lookin hairs. "Who believes in God anyway?" smirked one of the guards making the rest of his partners gape - oily beards moustaches dripping like icicles all the way from nose to lip. "We have no time to argue here, we're here to call you for breakfast. Follow the schedule or you're dead meat to us." One of them even clenched their fists out of boiling blood from the dark matter emanating from their ebony-striped dog collars.

Cark hesitantly followed towards the cat teen. All inmate's eyes locked to him, voices of mockery, some in disbelief, yet in perverse amusement, all in which made the floundered cat within the blizzards. Luckily as he went in, no one including zherm was "judged", for it's indeed considered a very inclusive space, albeit surrounding inmates looked in suspiciousness.

After Cark hath finished his spare share of fare, he walked back to zheir cell, with the permission of the guards.

Then Iesus saith "Take this piece of rye and put it in thy mouth, for it is thine et for those who will cherish the eternal satisfaction. Moreover, you will no longer be hungry." And then he made a capsule glowing white as it slowly formed into a piece of relatively large rye which floated in the air. The rye levitated closer to the face of Cark.

Cark took the rye from the thin air, and ate it; it tastes like rye. "When will I become human again?" Interrogated the cat, who was fulfilled by the rye.

Then Jesus saith "Michael, thou although however not a true animal, but thou should think of this as a role. You, I have chosen you as a symbol of the upcoming admonitions of God. For you are only the animal people do not believe in. But worry not, for I was the first one who was not to be believed in since the beginnings of civilization."

Furthermore he saith "Stay within a while, and I will show these recalcitrant guards a lesson of a lifetime. Do not however, escape or say anything that is against my plan, but say as I do say to you. Within the first day, break the laws whom these men created, for their rules only appeal to the insane. Thou shall see all these men whose reasonings are easily flawed, and shall not be questioned, else they will enforce unnecessary consequences in the innocent."

Then Cark said "But isn't it a commandment not to break the law? Why would I do that?" with a crinkling frown within her forehead.

Then God said "These are rules which are created by those who do not know how to properly exercise their authorities"

Then Cark asked "Then what law should I exactly break?"

Then god, who stood erectly as he came onto his soul, said "To break the law is a simple thing man can do, for one equipped with good morals shall it be hard as a rock to have the wills. But not for a law whose reasonings built behind the skeletons are deemed insane. Shall it be a norm to question a man's flawed authority, yet the world has bore enough people to conform even the most profane rules."

"What?"

"Look around enough, as shall it be no sane man tolerateth the things produced by mankind, unless that man is venerated by the saints. One must devote their moral codes based on God, and his commandments, not for those for the insanest of men nor the ranks of the entitlest. Ask thy prisoners around, and they shall tell you their reasonings"

Then Cark exited his cell as he went to the LBGQWEĒÊËÈÉRTYUÛŪÜÙÙIÎÍÌÏĪOÒÖÔÓÕŌØŒPAÆÃÅĀÀÁÂÄSẞDFGHJKLZXCVBNM1234567890@#$_-()*"':;!?,.~•π¶£¥={}\%] hangout center, then saw a bunch of surprisingly normal men hanging around executing some little deed of malarkies into the other cohort of men whose hair been dyed in diversified technicolors. He then interrogated one of the prisoners, and said that they hath been incarcerated due to calling one man the wrong pronoun. He asked another prisoner next to her cell, and stated that he has been accused of harassing a transgender gray-genderfluid MtF demisexual semiqueer latinx, stating that his gender is not "valid" despite him claiming that he glanced at xem for 2 seconds. Yet another prisoner eavesdropping on the conversation came in, stating that a whippersnapper he exchanged words with secretly inserted his man-made drug then accused of using illegal drugs during the drug war, thus sent to prison for 70 years with no chance of parole while the other running away without consequences.

Surprisingly to him himself, Cark wasn't judged for his bizarre looks, for he interrogated the three if they believed in God, as the trio said yes in unison. Cark revered them as true Christians, and ordered God to bless them for their true devotions. Cark treated the hangout as if it's his own church, despite the building being a top-security prison itself. Within her vision sees a MtFluid bisexual transgender whose pronouns are hey/hem getting harassed by one of the Christian-like individuals for their misleadings over a wrong pronoun.

"Why is it that some person gets offended over some harmless sounding word?" Cark interrogated.

Then Jesus said "No sane man hath begotten soft, feminine men generation after generation, for they shall perish when time of survival cums. Shall they be offended over a he or him pronoun, or shallth be entitled to be given a special pronoun or calling as they participate in meaningless circlejerks of how special they are, based on the supervacuus labels they hath acquired in their entire life? No man shall spend their lives so far as to dedicating to concepts that have no value" in a Aristotlian tone of voice

Cark once again felt enlightened by Saint God's answer. Then under the hands of Jesus he took a rest, for he wasn't allowed to interact with the guards in the entirety of day and evening, until next morning hath rose.

The next day, Cark stood nearby a guard, as he gathered one of his inmates for some secret gossipping. Cark stated that the guard's pronouns are actually he/him. For their hair is dyed pink, and Cark saw that the labels within the cock's shirt is gay islamo-christian lives matter, and a bright pastel pink ID card embedded in xis shirt reading as xey/xem. Then, Cark tried to lure others for their little play of malarkey. Predictably the guard's communication device eavesdropped their conversation, stating that they have been intentionally misgendering xheir pronouns but hath this stopped their blunder of ploys yet? For they have continued to gossip.

Then out of cowardice, the guards called for assistance, for Jesus hath told her lady Cark that one of the guards was offended. Then, squads of multicolored men barge in the hangout, for they have arrested the culprits from what seems to be a chatter of mental trickery. All of the involved inmates along with Cark therefore hath been placed in an inclusive detention center, filled with colorful abacuses and colorful building blocks. They hath stood there for a day, until the second day hath rosen.

As the second day rose, Cark along with zheir inmates jolted up in what among them seems to be a huge fight accumulating in the prison. Aware that they are placed under surveillance 24/7, one of the inmates dared placing zer ears beside the wall. Zhe picked up some echoes; it sounded as if people were arguing over the "wrong" nicknames.

Then Jesus came into him and said "I shall make everyone question of how you morphed into an anthropomorphic cat, for everyone here shall be enticed in your looks, but you will present yourself as the harbinger of God, only for them to fear of what abilities I hath unleashed throughout history. Every time a person cums near thy body, thou must say that I hath converted you into a cat, then everyone will fear me, for I myself am the creator of this world, and no man-made nature shallth violate the spiritual fabrics of the universe."

"Speak as I say, for you will be the one that shall foretell events, then I will mark those as I shall rain down these said unfortunate events in this prison, as rumour spreads throughout the cities. For they shall believe that a God is in presence. Tell them that this building will fall in 5 days, then a rumble will be heard as the prison falls into my soil. Tell them that their minds will be folded, and they themselves won't be able to think a thing for their brain hath confined itself, then convince them that they shall turn into me as they exhale all their problems, once these events happen, then I shall bless them as they will start to believe in me lest they succumb to their own vices."

Then Cark obeyed every order that God hath saith. He waited until the evening dinner came as the chains broke from him. He went to the hangout center, and convinced everything God hath saith - the prison falling within four days, and their minds crumbling themselves inward. Cark went back to zer own cell and stayed there for five days.

As Cark woke up the next day, he talked to his inmates, then slowly had started to christianize them using the words of God, until a guard showed up and arrested one of his inmates for misconduct and assault, yet realized after a brief moment that he was arresting the "wrong person". Then Cark saw another guard figuring out how a taser works, as if he was mindlessly playing with it like a 4 year old child. Then the inmates asked zer "How do you predict things so well? Are you actually God but manifested as a cat?", to which Cark hath replied "God is doing his plan. Thou shall consider myself the harbinger of the awakenings of Christ", as zhe exposes her triangular-shaped cat tooth as zhe made an uwu sound. During the next next days, they saw inmates escaping the prison even with 24/7 surveillance cameras, without the guards bothering to check their surroundings, for most did not have the ability to fulfill their own duties, and even the manager wasn't able to ensure that their duties were in check.