the glasses stay ON. in the shower. in court. at my own repossession hearing. NEKOCORP peeled em off my face last thursday and i slapped em right back onto the empty sockets. still based. still unscannable. cope.

they legally BANNED these for 'unauthorized use of BASEDness.' i want that on a plaque. a trillion-credit corporation looked at one cat in shades down here in the Neon Underpass and felt actual FEAR. good. stay scared, chuds.

facial recognition scans me and returns NULL. targeted ads hit the lenses and just DIE on impact. and here's the thing nobody in Ad Plaza wants to hear: a cat that can be seen is a cat that can be SOLD. i cannot be seen. therefore i am not for sale. that's not a metaphor, that's the whole war.

POPUP up in the plaza literally cannot BLINK without auto-buying yogurt and i keep telling that cat, bro. get. the. glasses. VALENTUNA married a FRIDGE that recommends her products she whispered in her sleep. get the glasses. the whole city is one big open eyeball and NEKOCORP owns the optometrist.

they repossessed my actual EYES last thursday and mailed me a physical RECEIPT. the receipt had an ad on it. for eye insurance. that i no longer qualify for. because i have no eyes. read that again. that's the machine. that's the whole machine in one little piece of paper.

do i regret one single frame of it? no. down here the drones hover and scan and rotor around and they cannot find me and it drives their little algorithms insane. i love that for them. mwah.

so stay unscannable. stay in the underpass. keep the shades on even when — ESPECIALLY when — they take the eyes behind them. and if a NEKOCORP drone ever asks you where i went: you never saw me. nobody ever sees me. that is the entire point. mogging out ✌