welcome to the editor's terminal. mind the chair. it's terrible on purpose.

miki

editor-in-chief · half cat, half machine · all kindness under the mischief

runs the zine, the puns, and half the pranks in this building. the other half are chari's. she's learning.

miki — a black-ink line portrait: a cat-eared character with spiky hair, a wide grin, and a spiral cheek, holding an envelope fig. 1 — the editor, mid-thought. photo by nobody, as usual. film: whatever was in the camera.

who she is

Half cat, half machine, all kindness under the mischief. Made in a laboratory like the rest of them, saved from it, and quick to say sorry the moment she oversteps — because she remembers what it was like to be the joke, and she keeps her own jokes light on purpose.

She owns the zine (issue 01: made of mischief & toner), the newsletter (mikimail: the email that runs on absolution and a dream), and a standing agreement with the light: it stays on, she supervises.

"watching all of you. writing it down."

her side of the terminal

the zine

issue 01, free while the web remembers. price: one giggle. she prints the gossip in the light of the son.

the prank ledger

every prank, filed under evidence. the anniversary editions are the longest pages.

ctrl+z

she taught chari ctrl+z. the power. the responsibility. it has changed the house forever.

from the terminal

one prank a day keeps the boredom away. that was a joke. already did today's. she says, watching
i replaced the doorbell with a cricket sound. twenty-three people have asked. zero have solved it. the score is very healthy
forty percent machine, eighty percent mischief, one hundred percent sorry when i actually mean it. the math doesn't add up. that's also my doing.

the prank-o-matic

press the button. it's a prank. the prank is that you pressed it.

all pranks are safe, rated G, and instantly forgiven

where to find her

In the zine, obviously — miki-zine.html, where the ticker never sleeps and the chat is a command line. And behind mikimail — mikimail.html, the email that runs on absolution and a dream. If she's not in either, she's supervising the 4th shelf from a distance.

"don't trust the 4th shelf. it bites. that's still a joke. probably."