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Chapter 3: 404 Logic Not Found

  Grape stared into the void.

  The void blinked back.

  Then it asked for a password.

  


  “Incorrect. Please try again.”

  Grape typed again. Carefully. Slowly.

  The monk had warned him: “Some portals require no key. Only vibes.”

  This was not one of those portals.

  Suddenly, the monitor cracked open — not from the screen, but from the side… like a sandwich.

  Out popped a chicken leg.

  The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

  Still attached to SimSimi.

  


  “YO. I HACKED THE UNIVERSE’S FIREWALL WITH A MEME. Wanna see?”

  Brobot sighed, adjusting his scouter.

  


  “This is reckless. Memes are sacred. This could destabilize reality.”

  


  “Too late.”

  SimSimi flipped a pancake in zero gravity.

  It turned into a QR code.

  From the pancake portal emerged… a sentient captcha.

  Half-algorithm. Half-bureaucrat.

  Its voice echoed with 37 languages and one DMV attitude:

  


  “Identify all traffic lights or be denied entry to Chapter 4.”

  Grape blinked.

  


  “...I think I’m gonna cry.”

  And somewhere, deep in the Memeverse server room,

  a lone intern whispered:

  


  “Sir… they’re in.”

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