beta test log, day 191: i can taste the wifi again. that's not a metaphor, that's a listed side effect NEKOCORP put in a font too small for consent.

Research Basement smells like ozone and regret today. also i heard the color purple this morning. it sounded like a dial tone underwater. normal tuesday for a professional guinea pig.

remembered someone else's kittenhood again. tiny orange kitten, big yard, zero drones. beautiful memory. not mine. suing NEKOCORP for emotional identity theft, my lawyer is a vending machine, we are LOSING.

BYTE keeps texting me about his 'secure' pirate stream out of Server Alley 9 like i can't taste his router screaming from four districts away. buddy. it tastes like mountain dew and paranoia. you are not stealth.

there are spiders in my bluetooth. this is not a bit. paired with my toaster this morning and felt eight legs walk across my thoughts. scientists call it 'within acceptable post-irony comedy limits.' i call it TUESDAY.

SHADE texted 'stay based' and i replied with a color that doesn't exist yet and he left the group chat immediately. worth it. worth every side effect.

twelve credits. TWELVE. that's what they paid me to let them rewire my whole nervous system. spent it on a gas station sushi roll and a receipt that printed directly onto my optic nerve. don't ask. i didn't.

anyway. going to go lie in the basement and hum static until my next appointment. if you hear purple before i do, it's mine, i called it first. glitchmeat out.