It started with a late-night pop-up ad on his cracked tablet:

He hit enter. A soft chime echoed from his kitchen.

For three glorious weeks, Nico lived like a god. He hosted dinners for ex-colleagues who had mocked him. He impressed a date named Luna, who was deeply suspicious of his sudden culinary wealth. “No delivery guy?” she asked. “No groceries?”

The app glitched. The fork-and-knife icon bled into a skull. A single line of text appeared: “Compensation requires equal mass. Choose a donor.”