THREAT LEVEL: mittens. i said what i said. the drones over Server Alley are flying in a FORMATION tonight and not one of you cowards wants to talk about it.

three of the little rotor bastards. circling the vending machine like it owes them clawcoin. it does not. i checked. the machine is broke as hell, same as me, same as everyone on this block.

and here's the shit nobody in this city gets — a drone is just a NEKOCORP prayer with a battery. it's them begging the sky to keep us small. every rotor is a corpo whispering 'stay down, stray.' and i will NOT stay down. i have never once stayed down. i don't think i physically can anymore. i think they patched that out of me and forgot to tell me. their loss.

anyway my wifi's been absolute dogwater since 6pm and i'm 90% sure BYTE is siphoning the whole block again. based of him. genuinely. hate that it's MY block though you furball.

OH MY NEUTER the machine just ate my LAST scrap for a 'loyalty verification.' loyalty to WHAT. i have a NEKOCORP tier of NONE. i am tier none. do you understand what it is to be tier none in a city that only knows how to speak in tiers—

the feed rebuilds in nine minutes. it always rebuilds. you were tier none last cycle too. you don't keep the receipts. i keep all of them. every one.

—ANYWAY. tier none. king of nothing. which, if you actually sit with it, is the last free thing left in this whole rotten grid. you cannot repossess NOTHING. it's the one asset with no fees. try it, corpo. try repo-ing a cat who owns damn near zero. i'll wait.

the kittens two dumpsters over are okay. checked on em. that's the whole damn job some nights. that IS the resistance. no manifesto, no drone, just one stray making sure the smaller strays ate before the cold set in. write that on the mainframe in whatever font hurts NEKOCORP the most.

8 lives left, wifi at one bar, and a HISSING FIT scheduled for 4am sharp. we ball. the cats prevail. go back to sleep. this was never a metaphor and i will not be taking clarifying questions.