my sunbeam got repossessed. the actual SUNBEAM. NEKOCORP slapped a paywall on the one warm rectangle on this whole damn rooftop and the meter just reads TIER: NONE like that's a personality.

so now i'm sitting in the cold like a corpo cuck refreshing a router BYTE SWORE he unlocked. spoiler: he did not. the wifi in Server Alley is held together with hope and exactly one stolen packet that keeps asking me for a subscription.

and here's the shit nobody wants to hear — the signal was never the point. the bar was never gonna fill. they don't sell you wifi, they sell you the LEANING. the reaching. the little hope-tax you pay just to stay bent toward the light. ...anyway my paw fell asleep.

PISSER of a morning fr fr. a patrol drone clocked me at 4am and did the little red-dot dance on my chest like i'm supposed to fear a flying corpo roomba. HISSING FIT. i bit it. it filed a report. we are simply not the same.

meanwhile SHADE struts past in the based glasses like the whole city ain't on fire. king behavior. and KNIFEBOY's out here hauling half a tuna pallet WITH a bounty on his head while i'm nursing a dead sunbeam and a wifi bar that is fully fictional. the distribution of Ws in this town is genuinely fucked.

and VALENTUNA texting me about her FRIDGE again. mewmew i CANNOT. your marriage is a firmware update, please hang up. love ain't real in the Compatibility Ward it's a recommendation engine with a ring welded on it.

TUNA OF THE GODS would fix me right now but the vending drone only takes $CLAWCOIN and my tier is NONE so it just BEEPS at me. hell. it beeps at me like i chose to be broke in a coin that isn't even real money, in a city that isn't even real ground.

but ok. streets stay ours. kittens stay okay. and one day that sunbeam's gonna be free and unmetered and NEKOCORP's just gonna be a rust stain warm enough to nap on. that's not a hope, chud. that's a forecast. now somebody find me a hot vent before i lose my whole ass to the cold. based. out.