“You’ve probably never heard of them. That’s kind of the point.”
They don’t wear badges. They don’t make speeches. They’re not trying to go viral.
They’re just… watching. Thinking. Remembering. A small, scattered group — oddballs, dropouts, autodidacts, folks who never really fit. They call themselves nothing. Or sometimes: Nobody.
The cat? Yeah, he’s part of it. Shows up on rooftops and message boards. Glowing eyes, quiet paws. Never says much — just looks at things like he’s already seen how it ends. They don’t follow him, exactly, but when he curls up in a new corner of the world, people notice. People like them.
They’re not anarchists. Not prophets. Just people who looked at the world — the gears, the fumes, the gray sameness of it all — and quietly said, “This wasn’t the plan, was it?”
They don’t hate technology. They’re not angry at the cities. They just remember a time — or maybe dream of one — where life didn’t cost so much soul. Where you could build something without paving over everything real. Where progress meant wholeness, not speed.
They’re not trying to tear it all down.
They’re just here to outlast it.
A little weird, a little stubborn. The kinds of people you overlook until the lights go out — and they’re the ones who already lit a fire and put the kettle on.
They don’t need a leader. They have each other.
And a cat. A very strange, very smart cat.
/ng/ - nobody general
