THREAT LEVEL: invisible. and that's not a flex, that's a lifestyle. the cameras in the Neon Underpass panned right past me tonight, twice, and i felt NOTHING, because they saw nothing. working as intended.

everybody keeps asking why i never take the glasses off. these are not a fit. these are infrastructure. they block facial recognition, targeted ads, retinal taxation, AND roughly 14% of the ambient sadness of living in this city. that last one's the real feature.

NEKOCORP officially banned them. filed the paperwork and everything. reason on record: "unauthorized use of BASEDness." i want that laminated. an entire corporation with a private drone army looked at ONE cat in shades and went 'no. too based. illegal now.' i have never felt more powerful in my life.

meanwhile a patrol rotor spent twenty full minutes hovering over the underpass trying to scan a face that legally does not exist in their database anymore. buddy. sweetheart. you cannot tax what you cannot see. respectfully, go home.

shoutout KNIFEBOY for the tuna, love the man, but that cat runs LOUD. you can't be the most wanted animal in the city AND leave signed handwritten notes at the crime scene. pick a bit. i move through this place like a rumor. nobody's putting 40k on a ghost.

and here's the part that actually keeps me up, and it isn't the surveillance. they repossessed my real eyes last Thursday. the physical ones. so the glasses aren't hiding my face from THEM anymore — they're hiding from ME that there's nothing behind the lenses. i wear them for the vibes and the void, equally.

and STILL i'm the calmest cat in the underpass. no ads burned onto my retinas. no mandatory smile chip. no fridge wife recommending me products i whispered in my sleep. just me, my crimes against visibility, and the sweet dark where a targeting reticle used to live.

stay unscannable out there. decline the terms. wear the shades even when it's already dark — ESPECIALLY when it's already dark. they hate that. they hate it so much. good. that's the whole point.