The Quokka Hunt is ON!
Even though Mathers had never seen one in his life, he desperately, desperately wanted a quokka. And at the age of 23, he set out to get one.
There were, inevitably, some obstacles towards procuring such a creature. For one thing, quokkas only lived in Australia, and Mathers was in Canada. For another, quokkas weren't exactly common house pets. In fact, they were an endangered species, and if you saw one, in Australia, you weren't even allowed to touch it!
But Mathers knew that no matter what, he wanted - no, needed - a quokka.
Mathers needed a plan. He could fly to Australia, get onto a quokka reserve, cut power to any cameras and knock out the nearby guards, and snab himself a quokka, replacing it with a facsimile programmed with AI. The problem was that Mathers didn't know how to cut power to cameras, knock out guards, or program a facsimile with AI.
He could complete a zoology degree, become a zookeeper in Australia, and disappear one day with the requisite animal. But Mathers already had a degree in computer science and didn't want to do another four years of university (he was also a little squeamish).
He could build himself a quokka suit, wear it in their natural habitat, and one day... *grab* one of the quokkas for good. But he couldn't sew, and in any case, a six foot tall marsupial would be mistaken for a kangaroo.
Mathers was just about out of ideas. He wanted a quokka so badly, but his brain was failing him. If only there were a controlled breeding program, that he could infiltrate, cut power to the cameras, and - but no. Every plan Mathers devised was much too complicated. Mathers heaved a deep sigh and tried not to think about it.
There were, inevitably, some obstacles towards procuring such a creature. For one thing, quokkas only lived in Australia, and Mathers was in Canada. For another, quokkas weren't exactly common house pets. In fact, they were an endangered species, and if you saw one, in Australia, you weren't even allowed to touch it!
But Mathers knew that no matter what, he wanted - no, needed - a quokka.
Mathers needed a plan. He could fly to Australia, get onto a quokka reserve, cut power to any cameras and knock out the nearby guards, and snab himself a quokka, replacing it with a facsimile programmed with AI. The problem was that Mathers didn't know how to cut power to cameras, knock out guards, or program a facsimile with AI.
He could complete a zoology degree, become a zookeeper in Australia, and disappear one day with the requisite animal. But Mathers already had a degree in computer science and didn't want to do another four years of university (he was also a little squeamish).
He could build himself a quokka suit, wear it in their natural habitat, and one day... *grab* one of the quokkas for good. But he couldn't sew, and in any case, a six foot tall marsupial would be mistaken for a kangaroo.
Mathers was just about out of ideas. He wanted a quokka so badly, but his brain was failing him. If only there were a controlled breeding program, that he could infiltrate, cut power to the cameras, and - but no. Every plan Mathers devised was much too complicated. Mathers heaved a deep sigh and tried not to think about it.
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