The FOMO Broadcast Station was not a tower, as the name misleadingly implied.

It was a never-ending warehouse,
the size of a small country, filled wall-to-wall with open-plan streaming booths built from neon ring lights, ring binders, and cardboard.

Thousands of influencers buzzed around like caffeinated hornets, all yelling at their screens about why this coin was different.
This one was "more than a meme."

(Narrator: It wasn't.)

Bliffy stepped inside, and the noise hit him like a rugpull to the face.

Memory flicker.

He'd been here before.

He spotted him: POPCAT—a mega influencer with 500 million followers and exactly one word in his vocabulary.

Perched on a giant monitor rig, POPCAT was mid-livestream, surrounded by fans, bots, and one guy dressed as a hotdog holding a vape sponsorship sign.

The cat turned toward Bliffy, mouth wide open.

"POP."Pop, you need to not cover BlinkDrive, Bliffy hissed. If it pumps, I won't be able to buy the supply. I need all of it.

"POP."Please. If I don't get it all, I'll never find the real one. It's—

"POP."
Someone from the crowd yelled, Too late, man! Pop's already scheduled the thumbnail reveal!

Another chimed in, This is the biggest launch of the night!

Bliffy panicked. He needed a nuke.

He turned to a nearby influencer—oily skin, fake Rolex, no soul.

I'll trade you Stan, Bliffy muttered, unhooking his last working tool. Just trash the coin. Make it look bad.

The guy smiled like he just got paid to lie on camera. Which, to be fair, he had. Done.

He went live instantly.

BlinkDrive gave my grandma arthritis. Worst token ever. Avoid at all cost.

0.4 seconds later:

🚀 $BLINKDRIVE: TRENDING. 🚀

🚀 #JusticeForGrandma.

🚀 "So bad it's good" is the new meta.

The coin was pumping. Hard.

Bliffy stared at the screen.

Now, in the present—

Bliffy spotted him across the chaos:

Same greasy knockoff jacket, same fake smile.

The influencer who'd promised to tank the coin and instead made it a sensation.

He was livestreaming again—this time pumping something called LungCoin with the tagline "Breathe in the profits."

Bliffy didn't hesitate.

He marched across the aisle, shoved past two micro-micro-micro influencers doing a duet reaction, and ripped Stan the Scan out of the guy's vest pocket.

Hey! the guy protested.

Bliffy raised Stan.

The guy took one look at his face and sat right the fcuk down.

The moment Stan touched Bliffy's hand—

a jolt.

A jolt up his spine. His HUD glitched, reset. And then—

Silence.

Real silence.

And then, on instinct—he raised Stan to his own head.

Click.

Whir.

Scan initiated.

A flicker of light.

Then, on Stan's little readout:

A brain.

Real. Organic. Alive.

No wires. No chips. Just gray matter.

Bliffy's mouth opened slowly.

…That's… that's not code.

He touched his temple, staring at the screen.

I'm human.

A beat.

At least… I was. I—

He swallowed.

I still have my brain.

He looked at Stan. Then back at the scan.

I'm a cyborg. I'm a fcuking cyborg.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to laugh. Instead, he just stood there, quietly spinning into an identity crisis.

But the charts were still ticking. The noise still screaming.

The coin had gone viral.

The supply was out of reach.

And his Blink Drive was buried in it.

Bliffy clenched his jaw.

He needed to remember what he did next last night.

And he needed to keep moving.