Under cover of dark mode, a Custom Shader zipped around the outer border of OVOM on an elaw company scooter jet black.

Arriving at the main door no dismounting they wallet connected. The system granted access but did not display its customary portrait and did not speak a personalised greeting. The console’s miniature screen eyed up only Morf placeholder art.

Inside the complex was deserted but four bots emptying the trash. The building’s dailyglow aqua had 180 colour wheeled into a dull, evenoranging. The Shader moved purposefully down through folder structures headed toward the founder’s desktop.

Eiffel Rush was the only addressable in the building, mind. In their office they sat transfixed, squinting projected video of models at Prada SS25 flickery down the catwalk in oversized sunglasses, trompe l’oeil sceney print on their sheersilveryvery surfaces. Rush had generated these with Netmorf tech and this was to have been its press debut. Rush, however, had clashed with Miuccia and Raf over cross-promotion and now the company’s only visible presence at the show was some trivial branded accessories.

Out of spyte Rush hadn’t even informed Bilder and their eyeballs in the graphic design team, and so now they sat and saw’ll aloney.

The sudden sounding of the office door openly startled Rush and they threw up a garbled dialogue box which the Shader, now fullscreen in the doorway, summarily dismissed.

The Shader, no pleasantries, initiated a transaction for Rush to certainly sign. “This burns your Netmorf assets to their own contract, effective immediately,” said the shadows in its face’s place. “You are let go. All Netmorf IP remains under Outernet control.”

This is episode seven of PNG in the EYE, a permissionless fiction set in a Dotcom Seance autonomous world. The episode is accompanied by Netmorf’s first limited edition physical merch drop with Crowdmuse.