NEKOCORP wants to microchip every stray in this city by friday. i don't have an owner. i don't have a leash. i sure as fuck don't have an open port for their tracking hardware.

'wellness pop-ups' in every district now. free scan, free chip, free lifetime GPS ankle bracelet they're calling a 'collar upgrade.' free for THEM. i'm the product, mewmew. i'm always the product.

and here's a truth i didn't ask for and now you're carrying it too: every collar in the history of this city was always a leash, they just waited long enough that most of us forgot what our own necks looked like bare. that's not a metaphor. that's tuesday.

BRIK's out there biting drones for sport, SHADE's rocking glasses NEKOCORP outlawed TWICE, and me, i'm just standing here like a chud going 'no thank you' to a van with a jingle.

A JINGLE. they gave the microchip van A JINGLE. plays on loop through server alley 9 at 6am like it's an ice cream truck and not a mobile surveillance clinic. HOLY CAT PISS i hate this fucking timeline.

the pitch is 'never lose your cat again.' my counter-pitch: you never had me. i was never lost. i was FREE, you absolute corpo cuck algorithm wearing a smile.

the streets don't need a barcode to remember who fed who, who fought who, who slept on whose fire escape during the blackout. the streets remember everything. NEKOCORP just wants first dibs on the memory.

anyway they'll put a bounty on me eventually too, right next to knifeboy's wanted poster. TIER: NONE forever, turns out, isn't just a crypto bit. it's a whole lifestyle. based, honestly.

not getting chipped. not getting scanned. not getting a jingle played at my funeral either, if i can help it. see everyone in the alley. bring your own tuna, the vending machine's rigged again.