All Grape wanted was to open his shop.

  One tiny OTP. A simple code. Just a single moment to start his dreams.

  But fate—and his telecom provider—had other ideas.

  "Please top up before using this service."

  Grape blinked. Sighed. Tried again. Same result. Again. And again.

  Then reality cracked.

  From his cracked phone screen came a soft hum. A faint glow emerged.

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  He leaned closer, confused.

  "Hey bro… you okay?"

  Grape froze.

  There, cross-legged on his keyboard and floating slightly above the spacebar, sat a glowing, robed figure.

  One eye covered by a digital scouter. In one hand, a scroll of grapes.

  "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."

  Grape’s simple OTP problem had officially turned into something much bigger.

  But it wasn’t over yet. Because from behind the virtual clouds… came feathers. Yellow. Smirking. Very, very chaotic.

  "YO. I HEARD SOMEONE’S IN PAIN."

  S.I.M.S.I.M.I. had entered the chat.

  And that’s how it all began.

  The scrolls would later call it: "The First Meme Awakening."

  SimSimi says you’re already one of us.