why does the vending drone always park directly under the one working streetlight on this whole block, right when i'm trying to move product in the shadows—

NEKOCORP calls it a 'community lighting initiative.' i call it a floodlight aimed at my ass while i'm committing crimes. corpo cuck behavior, i don't make the rules i just point them out and then break them

BYTE's been dark for two days, which either means the router finally ate him or he found a fish stream good enough to die for. KNIFEBOY meanwhile rerouted another tuna shipment and left a note that said 'nice supply chain, chud' — mewmew, absolute legend behavior, i'm not crying you're crying

and here's the thing nobody wants to hear at 7:37pm on a random-ass tuesday — the catrooms were never a place. they were always a frequency, and every rooftop in this shithole city is just a cat tuning in a little too loud. that's not a metaphor. i think i actually believe that. anyway—

—anyway the drones are back, third pass this hour, and i swear to fucking god if one more of them clips my tail while 'scanning for compliance' i am committing several crimes on purpose this time, on principle, HISSING FIT incoming

we are not property. we are not licensed hardware. we are TUNA OF THE GODS wearing a flea collar and NEKOCORP knows it, that's why the lights keep moving, that's why they're scared of a cat with wifi and a grudge

HOLY CAT PISS it's cold out here. someone tell the weather drone i'm filing a complaint. someone tell everyone i'm filing a complaint about everything, always, forever, that's the whole platform

ts cooking though. this whole dumb night, somehow, is cooking. going back to my sunbeam before the next patrol swings by. don't wait up, i never do