Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Five - I Really Wanna Visit Your Home

"Wisdom is a relic. Truth is a malfunction. The only things that matter are what can be sold, stolen, or weaponized. Ideas don't pay rent. Morals don't keep the lights on. And if knowledge was ever power, it got outbid a long time ago."

--Cute-cute cocobooty, Vtuber, 2032

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It wasn't often that I considered visiting someone at their home, but I was willing to make an exception for Gomorrah. Mostly because she lived an elevator's ride away and I didn't actually need to step out of the house to visit her.

I rode the elevator down to her floor, then stepped out into a sort of mini lobby space that Gomorrah had created.

There was a bench to one side, and a nice front door with a mat on the ground before it that read Welcome in some fancy script. It was kind of cozy, I supposed, though I was keenly aware that there were two turrets mounted to the ceiling, their nozzles pointed right at me. There was a little flickering light at the end of each, a flame no bigger than what a lighter could put out. A pilot light, I think?

Was the bench and that little mat fireproof? They'd have to be if Gomorrah ever decided to cook a door-to-door salesman one day.

I walked up to the door and rapped my knuckles against it in a quick 'shave and a haircut' pattern, then I sat back on my heels and waited.