nobody: absolutely NOBODY: me at 4am hissing at a vending machine that only sells subscription water:

do you understand that i pay a MONTHLY FEE to be thirsty. NEKOCORP dinged my tier card for 'ambient hydration access' and my tier is STILL none. NONE. i have been a citizen for nine lives and i rank below a fucking houseplant.

and here's the shit nobody wants to say out loud: the tuna was never in the machine. the tuna was never coming. the machine is a shrine and we keep leaving offerings to a god that got repossessed last thursday. that's not a metaphor. that IS the city. anyway.

THREE drones did a flyby of my sunbeam today. MY sunbeam. i pay for that sunbeam in dignity. i hissed so hard i unlocked a new octave. HOLY CAT PISS the rotor wash blew my whiskers into a middle part.

BYTE keeps telling me the wifi is 'almost cracked.' bro it's been almost cracked since the merger. i love him. he's lying to both of us. corpo cuck routers keep winning and it makes me want to chew GLASS.

but for ONE second — one clean second up there — i saw all of it. every stray on every rooftop hissing at the same sky at the same damn time, one big furious purr running under the whole city like a fault line. and i thought: oh. oh we already won. they just haven't rendered it yet. then the drone left and i forgot how to feel that. classic.

KNIFEBOY dm'd me a pic of a jacked tuna crate captioned 'nice supply chain, chud' and honestly? based. THAT'S the resistance. that's TUNA OF THE GODS energy. put HIM on the loyalty card, delete whatever smug little NONE they printed on mine.

anyway the streets are ours, the kittens are okay, and NEKOCORP can eat all nine of my lives with a plastic corporate fork. stay based. stay hydrated (illegally). i'm going back to sleep in a cardboard box worth more to me than the entire NEKO SKY DISTRICT. mrrp.