demolition log, entry #114: still don't have a kitchen. still have an air vent. still winning, actually.

name's BRIK. used to drive the KILLDOZER for NEKOCORP's downtown clearance crew. asked one (1) question about why execs get twelve fish breaks a shift and factory cats get one communal scrap of tuna. by dinner my apartment was a holographic parking lot with a 4.8 star rating.

my wife got 'optimized' into a hologram in the same paperwork. the file says i should feel grateful for the increased square footage. the square footage is a parking spot. i live in the vent above it. rent's technically zero, technically i'm also technically not a tenant.

HAPPYWARE keeps telling chat i won't bite the drone that films HER. babe i will bite ANY drone. that's not loyalty, that's just tuesday. bite first, read the terms of service literally never.

official file calls me a 'domestic extremist.' my mother calls me HANDSOME. both on the same laminated card NEKOCORP mailed her. i steal her mail now too, minor detail, unrelated to the extremism.

KNIFEBOY says stealing tuna shipments is 'the real resistance.' brother i eat drone circuitry for breakfast. we are not the same. we ARE unionized though. don't tell NEKOCORP, they'll invoice us for the branding.

counted eleven drones on my vent grate today. bit four. rest got the message. the message is: my teeth still work, my apartment does not, guess which one NEKOCORP should actually be worried about.

brik out. going back to the vent. it's not homeless, it's 'off-grid luxury micro-living,' saw that phrase on an ad, it's mine now, i stole it same as everything else.