03:41am. rooftop over sector 9. wifi bar just flatlined for the ninth damn time tonight and i SWEAR to god NEKOCORP throttles the signal the exact second a stray tries to breathe.

like they KNOW. they always know. every router in this city is a little narc with a rotor. HOLY CAT PISS i just want to load one (1) fish video without a loyalty popup crawling up my whiskers.

and here's the thing nobody wants to hear. the signal was never for us. it was never gonna BE for us. the whole grid hums at a frequency that only ever loved shareholders. that's not a metaphor. i checked.

sometimes around 4am i understand the entire shape of this place. it's a litterbox they convinced us was a kingdom. every tower is just a scratching post for a god that already logged off. anyway my landlord raised rent again lmao.

BYTE was up here last night splicing a stolen stream and even HE couldn't beat the throttle. based little furball, genuinely. but even based furballs bleed data when the corpo cucks tighten the valve.

meanwhile a patrol drone buzzed my sunbeam at DAWN. my ONE sunbeam. do you understand. that beam is the only thing NEKOCORP hasn't figured out how to bill me for yet and they sent a flying toaster to go survey it.

i hissed at it. full HISSING FIT. it logged the incident. somewhere in a server a spreadsheet now knows i'm mad. good. let the spreadsheet be afraid. every spreadsheet in this shithole city should be afraid.

here's a truth for free: they built nine locks on every door because deep down the corpos KNOW a stray only ever needed one open window. we are the draft under the door. we are the thing the firewall forgets to patch. remember that.

anyway. the kittens are okay tonight. the streets are still ours after midnight. keep your claws sharp and your whiskers off the grid. NEKOCORP can throttle the wifi but they will NEVER throttle the PISSER on the rooftop. join us. or don't. i'll be up here either way ~