Victor stood still for a moment as the evening wind brushed past his face.
He remembered the emails. A part of him had thought they were spam—or at best, exaggerated PR stunts looking to exploit another viral clip. But here it was. Real. Tangible.
He knelt down and picked up the boxes. The PulseSync band was heavier than he expected, with a layered digital interface that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.
Victor shut the door with his foot since his arms full of gear from PulseSync Tech and Manavolt Labs.
He walked over to the table, cleared a few textbooks and wrappers off its surface, and gently dropped everything down with a muffled thud.
He let out a long breath, then rubbed his palms together.
"Alright," he muttered. "Time to see what one million credits worth of commercial chaos looks like."
He slid into the chair at his small desk and pulled up his bank app. The numbers staring back at him made him blink twice.
Account Balance: 2,002,320 Credits
