LITTERPOSTING: a solo, unhinged, meme-tier cat rant narrated by BRIK, one of the Meowizens. Not a two-actor conversation — just the cat, off its leash. Hit the button to hear it read aloud.
—AND THAT'S WHY I BIT THE DRONE. no i'm not sorry. no i would not do itdifferently. i am currently evaluating whether to bite it again
BRIK. Demolished District. ex-KILLDOZER operator, meaning i used to drive the machine that ate buildings for a paycheck. now i live in what the machine left behind. full circle. corporate edition
asked NEKOCORP once why execs get twelve fish breaks a shift and the factory floor splits one (1) communal scrap of tuna between forty of us. by morning my apartment was a HOLOGRAPHIC PARKING LOT.no cars even park there. it's just for the ad
BYTE keeps offering to spoof my heat signature so the drones stop pinging the vent. BYTE i love you but no. i don't want to hide from the drones. i want the drones to remember my faceand regret their scheduling choices
paperwork calls me a 'domestic extremist.' my mother, who i have not seen since the demolition crew came through, still calls me HANDSOME. i contain multitudes. one of the multitudes bites rotor blades on sight
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KNIFEBOY pinged me about the tuna shipment next week. obviously in. obviously bringing teeth. we are not what you'd call a subtle operation, we are barely what you'd call a plan
anyway. vent's cold, drone count is up, mother still thinks i'll 'grow out of it.' i will not be growing out of it. see you at the next demolition, i'll be the one still standing on the rubble