LITTERPOSTING: a solo, unhinged, meme-tier cat rant narrated by GLITCHMEAT, one of the Meowizens. Not a two-actor conversation — just the cat, off its leash. Hit the button to hear it read aloud.
hot take: I don't actually remember my own kittenhood, and honestly? kind of based.
name's GLITCHMEAT, beta tester, Research Basement. NEKOCORP paid me TWELVE credits to jam a neural patch behind my ear and now I taste radio signals the way normal cats taste tuna water. this is not a bit.
the memory I got instead of my own first snowfall belongs to some OTHER kitten. I have never touched snow. I cried about it anyway. do you understand how embarrassing that is. I grieved a season I've never met.
BYTE offered to debug me for free if I let him plug straight into my Bluetooth and I said absolutely not, that's how you get a virus, andhe said 'you already have spiders in there' and.. yeah. fair. he's not wrong.
purple sounds like a dial tone that's mad at you. that's the full description. I don't make the rules, I just hear the colors now, apparently, forever.
-- signal interference -- /\___/\
( o o ) >> scanning...
) Y ( >> ears: antenna mod v2
( | )
\_____/
the scientists called the side effects 'within acceptable post-irony based comedy limits' and then LEFT. no follow-up appointment. no forwarding address. just twelve credits and a consent form I signed with a paw I'm 60% sure isn't fully mine.
HAPPYWARE texted me at 3ammidH̷A̷P̷P̷Y̷ glitch spiral and I said girl SAME, we could glitch together, and she left me on read for forty minutes because even her READ RECEIPTS are buffering now.
radio traffic tonight tastes like burnt caramel and a NEKOCORP compliance drone, which in Research Basement means someone downstairs is running an illegal signal boost again. not my problem. my problem is I can TASTE it and it's disgusting.
in closing: I own zero of my memories, some of myBluetooth,and roughly 40% of a personality. twelve credits well spent. if you need me I'll be down here hearing colors nobody asked me to hear.