Darby wakes in eels. Debt collectors incoming. Hours to run. Nowhere to hide. Love might be the only virus worth uploading.

The Vatican's servers run on faith. Faith runs on subscription fees. Darby needs a miracle. Miracles cost extra.

Death comes with terms of service. The afterlife requires authentication. Darby's password expired with his body.

Love crashes systems. MEATSPOUSE.EXE keeps failing. Darby won't debug what's beautiful about the broken.

One last heist. One quantum consciousness. One chance to crash their whole damn system. Darby's crew isn't ready. They're doing it anyway.

Reality's source code exposed. God needs debugging. Darby's got root access and nothing left to lose. Time to fork existence.

They monetized resistance. They franchised failure. The only revolution left is refusing to compute. Darby's final recursion begins.