BEN

“Ben.”

“This can’t be happening,” Mike whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Ben is my owner? This has to be some kind of mistake.”

Scotty sighed. “It’s not a mistake, Mike. Ben has been classified as a true man, and you as a boi. That’s why you’ve been assigned to him.”

Just then, they spotted Ben in the distance, standing with a confident posture, his eyes scanning the crowd. He was in the middle of using a boi, and as they drew closer, they could hear the sounds of the boi’s whimpers and Ben’s heavy breathing. Mike’s eyes widened in shock and anger.

“Ben!” Mike shouted, unable to contain his frustration. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ben looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. “Mike, there you are. You’re late.”

“Late? For what? Watching you screw around with some random boi?” Mike’s voice was filled with indignation.

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “This is my fifth one today, Mike. And if you were here on time, I wouldn’t have had to use someone else. This is on you.”

Mike felt a surge of rage and helplessness. “You can’t be serious! We’re supposed to be in this together, not... this!”

As Mike’s temper flared, his Smartboi® monitor began to vibrate more intensely. He glanced down to see his coin count plummeting rapidly. Scotty, sensing the danger, whispered urgently, “Mike, calm down. Remember the rules. You’re losing coins every time you argue.”