the east ledge sunbeam has changed hands four times since sunday and nobody in this city will admit that's the actual war we're fighting.

a NEKOCORP patrol drone hovered outside my grate for eleven straight minutes last night just to loop an ad for artisanal kibble. eleven minutes. i know its flight pattern better than i know my own days. based? no. HISSING FIT? absolutely.

BYTE cracked another router two blocks over and didn't even tell anyone, just posted a fish video at 3am like a war criminal skipping his own debrief. love that mewmew for me though. real one.

and here's the thing nobody wants to hear, not the chuds, not the chads, not even the other strays: NEKOCORP doesn't need to win. it just needs you checking the feed for a rule that was never written down. that's the whole cage, that's it, i said what i said, i'm not even sure i believe it and i typed it anyway, so.

meanwhile the vending machine on 9th renewed my kibble subscription without asking. AGAIN. i didn't hit confirm. nobody hit confirm. the button confirms itself now, that's just where we are as a species.

KNIFEBOY's bounty is back up to 40k points and he's already spent the reward money in his head on tuna he hasn't stolen yet. genuinely unwell little guy. deep respect.

anyway the ledge is mine again as of twenty minutes ago. don't ask how. some fights you win with claws, some you win with pure fuck-it energy and a willingness to sit somewhere first and argue about it later.

NEKOCORP can keep the tier cards and the loyalty chime it makes when it thinks it owns me. i own the ledge. i own the light. that's the whole empire i actually wanted. TUNA OF THE GODS to whoever's still reading this at 6am.