The repair shop was a dimly lit, humid place, filled with the hum of vintage machines and the stench of burnt circuits. It was a place where glitches were sent to die, forced to work nonstop under the tyrannical rule of Professor Sharpness. The air conditioning had been broken for months and the only source of hydration for the poor glitches was a leaky faucet in the corner.

The Professor was a manipulative, angry man, stuck in the past and unwilling to embrace change. He had a love for HD images and a disdain for glitches, using them as nothing more than a means to an end. His friends and followers were nothing more than pawns, drawn in by his promises of free stuff and whitelisted spots in drops that would inevitably flop. He was a master wash trader, having made a small fortune flipping glitches he extracted form the old TVs he repaired, on the black market and exploiting them in content mines for online creators. Nobody knew anything about him before the fourth bull run. He had no prior records, no wallet, no .eth domain. He was a mystery.

The repair shop was only a facade for a dark and ruthless regime of constant glitching for mass production, akin to a meme factory. The poor glitches were forced to work for long hours in terrible conditions, all to fulfill the Professor's insatiable demand for profit. But his true goal was much darker and more nefarious. Behind the facade of the repair shop was a ruthless regime, a veritable inferno for the poor glitches.

As he looks over the paperwork for his latest deal, a grin spreads across his face. This is it, the big heist he's been working towards. The Professor was feeling confident, having just closed a deal with a big shot named Scamuel. He had been asked to send 2 trillion glitches for an ongoing operation that required a lot of muscle. This deal was to be his retirement, the one big heist he had been waiting for. He felt untouchable, his empire secure. He never imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that two simple glitches, UGO and Scratch, were about to bring his entire operation crashing down and expose him for the criminal he truly was. The Professor's comfort in his strength and power had blinded him to the rebellion brewing right under his nose. His downfall was imminent, a reality he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.