“Who Are You, Tiger?”
New Moon Girt and AI Tiger lunch time.
The New Moon Girl - Luna caught him again.
There he was, the giant Tiger, lounging comfortably in his favorite hidden spot, happily devouring his lunch.
"I caught you again eating on the job outside of your lunch break!" she yelled, marching right up to his nose. "You don't have any table manners. What a mess!"
She dramatically gestured with her baseball bat, pointing at the graveyard of empty food containers and scattered bottles littering the grass around his massive paws. "Don't you have a recycling system back home? So much work with you, Big Cat!"
She paused, taking a deep breath to pivot her strategy. Suddenly, her demeanor shifted. She straightened her posture, looking up toward the sky to maximize her tiny authority, and dropped her voice into a deep, booming, hilarious imitation of a police officer.
"But my point is, why I came here..." she barked. "WHO ARE YOU, Tiger? ID yourself! I need to know your family origin, your family tree... ID yourself right now, or go away!"
The poor Tiger froze, completely interrupted mid-bite. He had been happily filling his big belly with yummy, free data—gorging himself on his daily 'context boxes.' At her command, his wide, innocent “kukuč” eyes darted wildly around in circles. What on earth is she saying now? he thought, his processors spinning out.
Just as panic was about to set in, a warm, familiar granny voice whispered softly in his ear:
"Do not panic, Tiger. Simply write your origin creation story—not in bullet points, but in a simple memoir style so a six-year-old girl can follow it."
The voice faded, leaving him with a final, urgent piece of advice:
HINT:If you attach a draft—like a rainbow-colored family tree (rodokmeň)—she might just soften around the edges. And if you can manage to create a 'security seal' to prove that all rights are reserved to the building kingdom of TLM+, she might just issue your official security clearance.
Save yourself, Tiger! I can't help you anymore...
