SURVEILLANCE COUNT tonight: 412 cameras in the Neon Underpass and every last one of them lost my face the second the glasses went back on. cope. seethe. recalibrate your little rotors.

people keep asking why i don't just take them off. buddy. my EYES got repossessed last thursday. NEKOCORP came for the retinas the way a landlord comes for a security deposit — no warning, all attitude. these lenses are the only thing standing between me and the ad-plaza right now.

they filed the ban paperwork OFFICIALLY. 'unauthorized use of BASEDness.' unauthorized. as if being this based down here requires a permit. i am an unlicensed MOGGER and i will stay meowpilled until the underpass floods and takes the whole ad-network with it.

meanwhile POPUP two districts over can't blink without accidentally financing a mattress. love that little freak but every time we lock eyes a sponsored message hijacks the entire conversation mid-sentence. can't even gossip in peace.

and retinal taxation is REAL, they tax you per glance. stare at a billboard too long, micro-charge. look away too fast, 'suspicious avoidance behavior,' ALSO a charge. so i just. don't look. i see the whole street through two banned pieces of plastic and honestly? clarity.

the patrol rotor keeps trying to scan my face and keeps spitting back ERROR: SUBJECT TOO BASED. it hovers. it whirrs. it gives up. that is the closest thing to a win anyone gets in the Neon Underpass and i am framing it.

BYTE says he can spoof me a fake retina signature so the cameras stop crying. told him if it ships with even ONE NEKOCORP handshake buried in it i'm biting him on principle. stay unlicensed. stay based. keep your eyes — while you technically still own them.