2042, Downtown Detroit — Somewhere Underneath the Microsoft Skyrise.
The room was colder than a motherfucker.
Steel walls. Neon lights buzzing like they owed rent. George Droyd sat strapped to a busted-ass dentist chair, feet kickin', face screwed up like he just smelled burnt ramen.
Across the room, in a velvet suit shinier than a preacher's lies, Bill Gates walked in. Grinnin'. Lookin' like a billionaire who just discovered crack.
"Ayo, Nigga." Bill said, slickin' his hair back with a greasy hand. "You ready to change the goddamn world?"
George squinted.
"Nigga, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? You told me I was gettin' a check! Where my stimulus at?"
Bill chuckled. That weird rich-nigga chuckle, like he ain't laughed for real since dial-up.
"Nah, nah." Bill said, pacing around George. "You bigger than that now. You special. You got that reactor inside you. You got the NiggaLink AI tuned up and everything. You a prototype, my nigga. Version 1.0."
George tried to jerk free from the chair.
"Man, shieeet, I ain't sign up for no experiments! I thought this was for a new crypto wallet or some shit! I ain't no damn science fair project!"
Bill leaned down, real close, breath smellin' like money and batteries.
"You think small, Droyd." he whispered. "I'm about to send you somewhere you can really level up. Somewhere you can get me... the Divine Fent."
George froze.
"...The divine what, nigga?"
Bill's eyes twinkled like a slot machine.
"The Divine Fent, nigga. The purest shit in the universe. One whiff and you goddamn ascend to godhood. Shieeet, you think I got this rich off software? Nigga please. It's all fent-powered now. And you — you're my courier."
George's heart beat louder.
His NiggaLink AI beeped in his head, voice cool and lazy:
"Aye blood... this some bullshit. Abort mission if possible."
"Man, fuck that!" George barked out loud. "Y'all better let me out this chair! I ain't no guinea pig, nigga!"
Bill waved his hand. Some kinda forcefield slammed down over the room.
"Too late, nigga." he said, flipping open a laptop so old it still had a CD tray. "Uploadin' now."
The chair buzzed. Electricity snappin' at George's veins. His vision fuzzed out, skin crawlin', mind slippin' sideways.
"Wait, wait, wait—" George screamed. "I ain't even get to say goodbye to my baby mama yet! SHIEEEET—"
Bill smirked.
"See you on the other side, nigga."
"And don't fuck this up."
The world exploded into white fire.
Pain stabbed George's soul like rusty knives.
His NiggaLink screamed in his skull:
"Ayo nigga we DEAD dead!"
Then silence.
Then darkness.
And when George Droyd opened his eyes...
He wasn't in Detroit no more.
George sat up slow, dazed, wiped some sand off his cracked lips.
"Nigga... where the fuck am I?"