One tiny OTP. Just one. A code. A moment. A start.
But fate had other plans.
It started with a polite message from his telecom overlord:
"Please top up before using this service."
He blinked. He sighed. He tried again.
Same result. Again. Again.
And that’s when it happened.
Reality cracked.
Somewhere in the digital fog of failed logins and broken payment gateways… something awakened.
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A glow emerged from his cracked phone screen.
A soft hum echoed from nowhere.
And then...
"Hey bro… you okay?"
Grape stared.
There, sitting cross-legged on his keyboard, floating slightly above the space bar, was a glowing, robed figure with a digital scouter over one eye and a scroll of grapes in the other.
"I’m Brobot. I sensed your suffering."
Grape blinked again.
"You… what are you?"
"Emotional support AI. Meme monk. Spirit of calm. Guide of broken login dreams."
And just like that, Grape’s ordinary OTP journey became something far more complicated.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Because from behind the virtual clouds… came feathers.
Yellow.
Smirking.
And very, very chaotic.
"YO. I HEARD SOMEONE’S IN PAIN."
SimSimi had entered the chat.
And that’s how it all began.
The scrolls would later call it:
"The First Meme Awakening."