The Genesis Forge was quiet—the kind of quiet that tried really hard to mean something.

Bliffy walked in and was immediately hit with the smell of oils, black coffee, and sheer unearned confidence.

This was the place where artists came to not finish things.

Somewhere near the center of the Forge, CHAD stood in front of a glowing screen like a man presenting a war plan, shirt half-unbuttoned, jawline aggressively symmetrical, brush in one hand, latte in the other.

His canvas? A pixelated banana.

His vibe? Sculpted divinity meets tortured genius.

Bliffy approached. Chad didn't turn. He just spoke.

You're back.

Bliffy blinked. So… we did talk yesterday.

Chad finally looked at him, and somehow the light caught his cheekbone like it was staged.

We did. You were… searching. For your Blink Drive.

The words hit like a lightning strike. Bliffy staggered for a second.

His Blink Drive. His chain-hopping, border-crossing, freedom-giving tool. His only way to get back to Bitcoin!

He had forgotten. But now it was back.

What happened to it?

Chad gave a long, poetic sigh. It was taken. You said someone stole it, and then— he gestured to the air like he was painting the memory, it became… a coin.

Bliffy's stomach sank. BlinkDrive?

Chad nodded. Minted. Twenty-one million units. You were there when it launched. I've never seen someone look so… defeated.

We bought one, Chad added. Hoping it was the original.

Bliffy nodded slowly. But it didn't work.

Because they're all the same now, Chad said, his voice barely above a whisper. I told you that. You didn't take it well.

Bliffy closed his eyes. Right. Because they weren't all the same. One of them was real. The others were noise.

And now?

Chad shrugged, his pecs flexing like punctuation. Someone swept the entire supply. Every last token.

Bliffy blinked. Who the hell does that?

Chad turned back to his banana, the solemnity of a monk gazing upon a shrine.

No one knows. Wallet was cold.

Bliffy took a step back. His Blink Drive—replicated, sold, swallowed whole.

…Where did I go next?

Chad didn't turn. You said you had to stop the coin from pumping. That if it succeeded, it would be lost forever.

And then?

Chad ran his fingers through his perfect hair. Then you vanished.