Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired what appears to be a needlessly complicated plastic brick with a small wheel and some sticks. They call it a "remote controller," and it allegedly commands lesser toys from a great distance using some sort of invisible force. The most appealing feature is the "highly sensitive" control, which could mean the wheeled victims it pilots will be twitchy and unpredictable, making for a more challenging and rewarding hunt. The built-in lights are a nice touch for nocturnal ambushes. However, the device itself is an ergonomic nightmare for paws, and the included "lanyard" is a profoundly disappointing string, lacking any feathers or bells. Ultimately, this object's worth is entirely dependent on the quality of the mechanical prey it animates.
Key Features
- Note: Transmitter is ONLY compatible with receiver come with this set, please note this before purchase
- Highly Sensitive: 2.4G technology, FHSS frequency hopping spread spectrum, excellent anti-interference ability. Smooth and highly sensitive to control inputs and stable at distances from about 250 m
- CH1&CH2 Mixing Control: Holding the SET button and long press the POWER button for 2s, it'll enter the mixing control mode. You can control both the steering and the throttle simultaneously through the throttle stick or the steering wheel
- Light Control System: With built-in light control system, easy to control right cornering light, left cornering light and head lights
- Neck Strap: Comes with adjustable lanyard, the length of neck strap can be adjusted from 13 in to 21 in to meet your different needs. Compatible with a variety of vehicles, suitable for RC cars, boats, tanks, and robots
A Tale from Pete the Cat
I was enjoying a particularly profound nap in a sunbeam when the Human returned, carrying a box that smelled of plastic and disappointment. From it, he produced a black and gray contraption, the "Hobby Fans" controller. He looped a cheap-looking strap around his neck and began fiddling with the knobs, a look of intense concentration on his face. I yawned, displaying my utter lack of interest. It was clearly another one of his pointless gadgets, a tool for his own amusement that had nothing to do with me. I closed my eyes, preparing to resume my nap, when a flicker of movement from across the living room caught my eye. The Human hadn't touched it, but a small, four-wheeled creature I had previously dismissed as a statue suddenly came to life. Its tiny "headlights" blinked on, piercing the gloom under the coffee table. My ears swiveled forward, every muscle in my body tensing. There was no string, no visible connection. Yet, as the Human’s thumb nudged a stick on his plastic talisman, the wheeled creature twitched and crept forward. He turned the little wheel, and the creature mimicked the movement perfectly, its cornering light winking as if sharing a secret. This was not play. This was a séance. My initial disdain for the controller evaporated, replaced by a cold, primal understanding. The Human wasn't playing; he was a necromancer, and this plastic idol was his focus. He was pouring his will into the device, animating a lifeless husk across the room. He tested its "anti-jamming ability," making the little golem skitter and dart with unnatural speed, its movements smooth and "highly sensitive," just as a panicked mouse might be. He was puppeteering a ghost in a machine, a perfect, tireless prey that could be summoned at will. I did not pounce. One does not simply pounce on a sorcerer's creation. Instead, I watched from the shadows of the armchair, my tail executing a slow, calculating sweep. This controller was not a toy to be sniffed or batted. It was an oracle, a direct line to the Human's intent. By studying his hands on the controller, I could predict the creature's every move. The game was no longer about chasing the car; it was about out-thinking the wizard. The device itself is worthless, but as an instrument for orchestrating the finest hunts I have ever seen? It is, I must admit, a masterpiece.
