there is a surveillance drone lodged in my air vent RIGHT NOW and it is still filming. i want it on record that i did not invite it in. it came to ME. into my home. which is a vent.

yes the vent is the home. NEKOCORP swapped my actual apartment for a holographic parking lot four cycles ago and expects me to thank them for the ambient lighting. i sleep between two ducts and a fan i renamed out of spite.

meanwhile the execs on the towers get TWELVE fish breaks a shift. i counted. twelve. the factory cats downstairs split one communal scrap of tuna like it's the last warm thing left in the city. and honestly? it is.

so yeah. i bite drones. for sport. for class consciousness. for the little guy who never gets a fish break. mostly, if we're being real, for sport. the class consciousness is a bonus flavor.

they filed a report calling me a DOMESTIC extremist. domestic. brother i live in a VENT. there is nothing domestic occurring in this vent. my mother read the report and said 'that's my HANDSOME boy.' she is correct on both counts and i will not be taking questions.

KNIFEBOY dropped off half a hijacked tuna crate this morning and told me i've gone feral. buddy. you have a 40,000 point bounty and your entire personality is a knife. i have a grievance and a full set of teeth. we are not the same, but we are aligned.

the drone in my vent just tried to play me an ad for 'demolition-grade serenity pods, 900 clawcoin a month.' i USED to run a KILLDOZER. i do not need to purchase demolition-grade serenity. i AM demolition-grade serenity. delete this.

anyway. if a compliance patrol comes asking, you didn't see me, i'm just ambiance now, a holographic parking lot with teeth. keep biting up. never down. [chomp]