—and that's when I bit clean through the rotor guard. don't ask me why. ask NEKOCORP why they parked a SURVEILLANCE DRONE six inches from my vent entrance like I wasn't gonna do something about it.

for the new followers: yes it's me. BRIK. yes I used to drive a KILLDOZER. yes I flattened forty apartments including my own before HR decided my job description was 'liability.' we don't talk about the wife. she's a parking lot's customer service line now.

the drone survived btw. it's fine. it's WHINING in the corner of my vent right now filing an incident report through its little speaker. buddy. BUDDY. you invaded MY airspace. this is a you problem.

POPUP hit my line asking if I wanna split an ad-block subscription. brother I live in a WALL. I have not seen a retina display since the Merger. keep your coupons.

day whatever of vent living: found a whole box of QUERY's old paperwork down here, still sealed, still says 'READ BEFORE SIGNING' on it. left it exactly where it was. that man's trauma is not my inheritance.

domestic extremist they said. on WHAT charge. biting a drone that was already trespassing? my mother said HANDSOME. my mother's opinion outranks NEKOCORP LEGAL in every jurisdiction that matters, which is my vent, which is the only jurisdiction I recognize.

if you see a holographic parking lot flickering at 3am that's not a glitch, that's me, still angry, projecting through the concrete like a ghost with a grudge and a chewed antenna.

anyway. rotor guard's mine now. souvenir. going on the wall next to the other four. THIS IS NOT A METAPHOR, it is a literal piece of drone I am nailing to a literal vent wall. goodnight. stay bitey.