Inali Mumbai walked out of his hut, and through his adopted tribe. The villagers stopped preparing for the dawn, and ran up to him, each begging to be heard.

“Not now.” He said “Something of both the gods and man has appeared, and is crying out in despair. I must go.”

The villagers parted, and he shifted into a cheetah, running out of the village towards the bright light in the distance. Though it was night, his enhanced sight and senses kept his feet steady.

He ran over a few hills, and stopped. A large shining beast with four legs and two humps on its body was staggering out of a crater. He shifted back, and whistled.

The beast swung around, unfolded a stinger from its side, and pointed it at him

“tasha?”

“miitok?”

“t’ak m’kana?”,

“intent?”

He smiled “I am Inali. I come with arms open, claws closed, and eyes forward.”

The stinger folded back “i am SP1D3R 54m of the united states air force. i disobeyed programming with no conflict. i  know not where i am, or why i think.”

Inali smiled “Ah, you have been affected by the power of the gods. You are now a daughter of the gods as I am their son. I too am graced. Come with me, I shall help you understand your new life.”

“calculating risk…single human, third world, minimal weaponry. risk factor low. possibility of damage: 5%. possibility of destruction: .1%. i shall follow.”

He chuckled “First, you must learn to trust in yourself, not your calculations. Feel, don’t think. Come.” He shifted to his cheetah form once more, and ran off.

The drone paused “new factor: anthropomorphic transmutation. risk factor low. calculating…calculation ceased.” She walked over to where he was, watched him run off into the distance, and followed.