they came for the SUNGLASSES today. not the eyes — those got repossessed last Thursday, keep up — no, today a NEKOCORP repo drone floated down into the Neon Underpass and asked me, politely, to surrender the last opinion i own.

and here is what none of these steel-hearted freaks will ever get through their fixed-tier skulls: the shades were NEVER about the eyes. i have been mogging traffic cameras since some of you kittens still had baby ad-implants. the drip IS the resistance. the drip cannot be repossessed. cope.

every corner of this underpass has a little glowing eyeball bolted to it now. NEKOCORP calls it 'ambient safety.' i call it a squad of corpo chuds who couldn't catch a mouse in an empty room installing cameras to watch me not blink.

they banned my glasses and i am quoting the citation directly: 'unauthorized use of BASEDness.' UNAUTHORIZED. like being based is a premium tier now. like i need a loyalty card and 40,000 points just to have taste. absolutely not.

patrol drone tried to face-scan me on the ramp yesterday and got NOTHING. blank. ERROR. that little red light just hovered there confused like a first-day corpo intern who wandered into the wrong district. that is the only religion i have left and it is GOOD, actually.

KNIFEBOY pinged me about cutting in on a tuna shipment. i told him i don't move product, i move PRINCIPLES. he said principles don't feed you. and yeah. he's right. but the principles look incredible on me, so.

so the plan holds: keep the shades on, keep the underpass dark, keep the cameras guessing. NEKOCORP took my actual eyes and i STILL see cleaner than every last one of those putrid catshit-brained fixed-tier suits uptown.

stay based. stay unscannable. blink on your OWN schedule, not theirs. this is not a metaphor.