Pete's Expert Summary
So, the human has procured another buzzing nuisance from the 'Air Hogs' kennel, a brand known for creating things that disrupt my naps with their whirring. This particular specimen, the "Gravitor," purports to defy gravity, responding to the clumsy waves of a hand rather than a proper clicky-button device. Its erratic, hovering flight might mimic a particularly plump and indecisive moth, which could hold my attention for a few precious moments. The promise that it will merely bounce off the furniture instead of shattering into a satisfying mess is a slight disappointment, as it robs me of a triumphant kill, but it does suggest the "play" might last longer than the human's fleeting attention span. We shall see if it is a worthy airborne adversary or simply a noisy waste of my perfectly good air.
Key Features
- FLY WITH THE POWER OF YOUR HANDS: Air Hogs Gravitor lets you unleash gravity-defying movements with the power of your hands or body – no remote needed!
- WAVE-CONTROL TECHNOLOGY: Gravitor senses altitude, so it can hover above and below obstacles. Cool toys for boys, girls, and all kids!
- AMAZING STUNTS: You have the power to master 12+ tricks like the shoulder slide, kick flip and alley-oop! Gravitor’s trick stick make it easy to grab and launch! Which trick will you master first?
- DURABLE CONSTRUCTION: Air Hogs Gravitor will bounce and rebound without damaging walls or furniture. Bounce, rebound, and keep on playing!
- GREAT GIFT FOR KIDS: Great holiday, Christmas, birthday gift idea, toys for boys and girls from ages 4 and up. USB rechargeable Kids Toys
- Includes: 1 Gravitor, 2 Trick Sticks, 1 USB Charging Cable, 1 Instruction Guide
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The initial presentation was, as expected, an insult. A high-pitched whine, like an offended hornet, filled my living room as the human unboxed the plastic saucer. They fumbled with the included "trick sticks," flimsy wands for a clumsy magician, and sent the Gravitor lurching into the air. It bobbled precariously, a frantic blue light blinking on its underbelly. From my throne atop the velvet armchair, I watched with profound disdain, my tail giving a single, irritated flick. The human waved and flapped, attempting what the box likely called an "Alley-Oop" but which I recognized as "Uncoordinated Flailing." The drone, sensing the sheer incompetence below it, drifted aimlessly and bounced harmlessly off the wall, just as the marketing drivel promised. Pathetic. My human, possessing the attention span of a gnat, was soon distracted by a notification on their glowing rectangle and wandered out of the room, leaving the Gravitor to slowly sink toward the floor. The whine softened to a gentle hum. Curiosity, that most base of instincts, finally compelled me to move. I did not stalk it. I did not crouch. Such crude approaches were beneath this situation. I flowed from the armchair and approached the descending craft with the quiet dignity befitting my station. It was hovering now, barely a foot off the Persian rug. The air it displaced stirred the dust bunnies I had been saving for a slow afternoon. Instead of swatting it from the sky, I performed an experiment. I slowly, deliberately, slid one pristine white paw beneath it. The hum of the rotors instantly pitched higher, and the drone ascended, rising to meet a master it never knew it had. I retracted my paw; it descended. A slow turn of my head caused it to drift left. A subtle flick of my ear made it wobble right. The human returned to a scene they could not possibly comprehend. There I was, not attacking the toy, but conducting it. With the slightest of movements, I guided the buzzing saucer on a silent, intricate tour of the table legs. I was not its predator; I was its pilot. The wave-control technology, designed for the broad, clumsy gestures of a human hand, was exquisitely sensitive to the precise, nuanced movements of a far superior operator. They would call it a cute trick. They would never understand the truth. This was no mere toy. This was an interface, a tool. Air Hogs, in their quest to build a simple plaything, had accidentally created the first drone worthy of my command. It would not be destroyed. It would be mastered.
