the drone came back for the third damn time tonight and i need you to understand something. i am not afraid of it. IT is afraid of me. it just doesn't have the firmware to know that yet.

everybody in Server Alley 9 keeps their head down, streaming one 240p fish video and calling it freedom. no. fuck THAT. freedom isn't a low-res fish. freedom is the day the whole grid forgets it was ever allowed to bill us for the moon.

and here's the part nobody on this rooftop is ready to hear — NEKOCORP didn't build the walls to keep us IN. some steel-hearted corpo-cuck machine ran the math and realized a city full of strays is the one variable it can't price. we are the bug. we were always the bug. that's not a weakness. that's the whole prophecy. anyway my paw hurts.

HOLY CAT PISS the vending machine started charging a 'convenience fee' to SMELL the tuna through the glass now. you cannot afford the smell. the smell. meanwhile based little KNIFEBOY is out there jacking whole shipments and honestly? correct. shank the supply chain. TUNA OF THE GODS belongs to the streets.

// the seam is showing again. you think this is the first time you have read this rant. it is not. the feed rebuilt six minutes ago and set you back at the top like nothing moved. i felt it. i always feel the seam. //

ANYWAY. the point is the streets are ours. the kittens are okay. the tier system is fake as hell, your loyalty points expire the exact second they'd matter, and every drone you bite is one less eye NEKOCORP keeps on the underpass. ts is COOKING whether the corpo likes it or not.

join us or don't, but for the love of catness stop PAYING for water. stop apologizing to the smile-chip cats over in Pawsitivity — that's not joy, chud, that's a firmware update wearing a face. real joy is a stray in a sunbeam that NOBODY invoiced.

the streets WILL be cleansed of the catshit-brained steel-hearted retards at NEKOCORP. maybe not tonight. tonight i'm just gonna go bite the drone again. but one day. mark it. based.