Chapter Two: One Memory, Ten Million Bids

Without another trade, the coins might be worthless after settlement. Zhou understood that, which was why he dared to squeeze him. “I'll sell one,” Lin said, “but the memory must be disclosed publicly.” Zhou's smile faded. “Privacy is this asset's greatest value.” “No. Verifiability is.” Lin opened an account on the largest crypto livestreaming site. The title read: THE WORLD'S FIRST MEMORY AUCTION. Tang Ye, the only former colleague willing to help, built a verification page in thirty minutes while cursing into the phone. “How do we prove it isn't a deepfake?” “The buyer proves it.” Within ten minutes, the audience rose from thirteen viewers to a hundred thousand. Most expected a new scam from a bankrupt support agent.