The origins of Māo Māo City are lost to pre-history, before rough tongues could speak, before our claws would carve these marble idols, when humans were our masters. This much we know. Some say once cats were worshipped as gods, but I say, any god gets his balls cut off, ain't no kind of god at all. Out of that era we hear only the howling songs yowled in the early years of cat cognition. And the Pixel Records dug from the endless chains and remants of the Virtual Multitude, still running to this day on DeCentral Station, a dangerous Multiverse of endless reflection plasma-gapped from the Global Grid. These days there's tension in the Double Māo. Kitty God's Army units openly patrolling the ...