You type:
"$0. I'm broken."
The teller smiles—no mouth, just teeth where eyes should be.
Honesty. How quaint.
The vault door behind you creaks open. Inside: a single chair, facing a
monitor.
You sit.
It auto-plays a livestream.
Your life. Every moment. Replayed.
Your mistakes. Your searches. Your secrets.
Every laugh, every scream, every cry.
The chat scrolls fast:
“lol what a loser”
“they paid and STILL lost”
“who does that with peanut butter??”
You cover your eyes.
It doesn't help.
They've made your pain... a show.
YOU ARE NOW PROPERTY OF: LAUGHNET V5.1
You’re not bankrupt.
You’re forever content.