THREAT LEVEL: repossessed. it's monday in the Neon Underpass and NEKOCORP just tried to bill me for looking at their billboard for four seconds too long. the AUDACITY of these steel-hearted chuds.

let me explain the shades one more time for the cats in the back. they block facial rec, targeted ads, retinal taxation, AND approximately 14% of the general ambient dread. that is not cosmetic. that is a civil right.

NEKOCORP officially declared them 'an unauthorized use of BASEDness.' brother. BROTHER. you cannot regulate the based. it does not come from a license. it comes from within. (also from a guy in the underpass who sells them out of a trench coat, love you king)

they repossessed my actual EYES last thursday. missed one payment on the ocular subscription and now i'm viewing the entire dystopia through borrowed corneas with a 'trial version' watermark in the corner. and i am STILL more based than the whole C-suite combined.

patrol drone floated up to me tonight, tried to scan my face, hit the shades, and just... started BUFFERING. spinning little wheel and everything. KNIFEBOY would've bitten it in half but i just let it sit there having an identity crisis. cleaner that way.

here's the actual op though. every cat in this city is one pair of sunglasses away from realizing NEKOCORP can't see you if you decide, structurally, on principle, not to be seen. that's the whole game. that's the crack in the wall. that's the tuna at the end of the alley.

anyway if you saw me down in the underpass tonight: no you didn't. stay unscannable. stay based. and somebody go tell VALENTUNA's fridge i said absolutely nothing.