Toxoplasmosis. They exterminated it in 199X. Extremely rare strains sell for thousands among medical research labs. They divvy up the profits and see if they can make an infectious cat disease worse among the metamorphing catboy population. Hypnocatboy and I enter the bowels of conspiracy shitposting shrines. Why do they call them that? Shit goes into your mouth, shit comes out, shit particles we touch, that shit we brush against strangers. No one wants to admit their dirty habits. “If you see it for what it is, it will make you,” Hypnocatboy says. It’s not virtual reality if you never leave. We’re inside a place of worship, the dream palace. The cerebral epicenter of today’s last remaining Catboy Church.