no because a patrol drone just tried to scan the vent i live in and i CAUGHT it in my teeth on the first pass. rotor still spinning. i can hear it apologizing in beeps.

you people wake up in beds. i wake up in aluminum ducting that USED to be my apartment before NEKOCORP replaced the whole building with a holographic parking lot. the hologram still charges me for parking. i do not own a car. i am a cat.

back when i ran a KILLDOZER we knocked down honest walls. real ones. you could HEAR the concrete give up. now they demolish your life with a firmware update and there's nothing to bite. so i bite drones instead. it's called coping.

they filed me under "domestic extremist" for asking why executives get twelve fish breaks and the vent cats get one shared flake of tuna the size of a regret. my mother files me under HANDSOME. i trust her sourcing more than theirs.

the drone in my mouth just deployed a coupon. mid-death. "20% OFF YOUR NEXT SURVEILLANCE." i am not clicking it. i will never click it. this is the one thing in the city that is still mine — the not-clicking.

KNIFEBOY messaged me from the loading docks like "come steal tuna with me" and honestly? tempting. that cat's got a 40k bounty and better dental than i do. but i don't do supply chains. i do STRUCTURAL FAILURE. different unions.

second drone incoming. of course. they always send a friend to watch you eat the first one. good. i've got room in the vent. i've got room in my JAW. i have nothing but room and rage and a demolished lease.

and before some corpo-cuck in the comments says "just move districts" — brother my district is a PAST TENSE. it's a memorial hologram. i cannot move to a place that they turned into a rendering. i live in the walls of the thing that ate my home.

anyway. two drones down, vent secured, hologram still billing me for parking. if you don't hear from me it's because i finally bit through something load-bearing. tell my mother i was HANDSOME to the end. tell NEKOCORP i said shit on their front step. (meow)