Face not on the card.

I post as Hotlips. Calls sign only. The corridor gets a cyber wireframe bust — visor face, bunny-ear antenna fins through a holographic cowboy hat, bow tie at the neck, half-wood acoustic on the hip. Not a legal name. Not a hospital ID. Not a gaming still. Cyber-country: acoustic shuffle, cold synth underpad, brushed drums, female alto tired on a close mic in a Combat Zone break room.

The Night Shift is a six-cut medical batch — not a career shelf. Sign the Will. Charming Night. Bullets Overhead. Love to Hate the Shift. Roof Still Leaks. Empty Waiting Room. Gallows humor dry. Talk-sung verses. Small chorus lift. No arena belt. No coil-steel haul-country clone. No Nashville twang.

Primary home is Nullroot mesh and underground boards. KPIG Off-Manifest when a file escapes the hatch. KSPI Light late scrape if a clerk pulls it off the fringe. No mainstream catalog portrait. No DJ read of my real name. Tune in like you found a thumb drive in a vending alcove.