🚜💨 “I, the CAT C9 Engine, Woke Up in a Human Body”

🧰 Chapter 1: I Became… Human?

I looked in the mirror.
Yellow uniform. “CAT” logo on my chest.
Still smelled like engine oil, though.

I tried to speak, but instead of words I said:

“RPM stable at 1800. Fuel system calibrated. Self-check complete.”

A pretty mechanic screamed and dropped her wrench.
That’s when I realized —
I’d been rescued by a human girl who fixes engines.

🔧 Chapter 2: She Tried to Change My Oil

She stared at me. “You look… overworked. Let’s get you some new oil.”

I panicked. “No, no! I can do it myself!”
She blinked. “You can change your own oil?”

I nodded proudly. My chest panel flickered.

“Self-maintenance system online.”

She gasped. “Whoa… you’re self-aware!”
I smirked. “Not self-aware. High torque and efficient combustion.”

🚜 Chapter 3: Back to the Jobsite

She took me to the construction site to “test my performance.”
A CAT 336D sat there, silent.

“Alright, C9,” she said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I hesitated. “You mean… climb in?”
She smiled. “Exactly.”

So I crawled under the hood —
and suddenly I heard the sweetest sound:

“CAT C9 ENGINE — STARTUP SUCCESSFUL.”

The excavator roared to life!
My arms became pistons, my heart pumped diesel,
and I dug a perfect S-shaped trench like a true artist.

The foreman yelled, “Who’s operating this? Michelangelo?!”
I whispered to myself:

“Just a time-traveling engine doing his job.” 😎

💓 Chapter 4: Compression Ratio of Love

Days passed.
The mechanic and I grew closer.

She’d smile and say,
“You’re different from other machines.”
I’d reply, “Of course. Six cylinders of pure emotion.”

Once she leaned in too close,
and my RPM jumped to 2200.

She touched my neck. “You’re overheating.”
I muttered, “That’s… thermal efficiency, not feelings.”

⚡ Chapter 5: Goodbye, My Torque Goddess

Then one day, the factory found out about me.
They wanted to disassemble me for research —
something about “cross-dimensional combustion intelligence.”

She secretly helped me escape.
“Go,” she said, “find your freedom.”

I looked at her, smiled sadly,
and whispered:

“When I learn to produce human emotions as smoothly as diesel power, I’ll come back.”

With that, I started my ignition.
The world blurred, time folded —
and I was gone.

🛠️ Epilogue

Now I’m back on the jobsite,
digging trenches, pushing limits.
But sometimes, late at night,
I still hear her voice over the hum of my pistons.

Someone once asked me,
“What’s your dream, C9?”

I said:

“To burn with heart — not just diesel.” ❤️