DONATE BUZZ

Bob blinked. He blinked again. Was that a giant robot finger? And...was that thing pointing at him? No, wait, it was pointing at that glowing sign. "DONATE BUZZ." Huh. He'd seen those donation drives before, usually for some obscure cause like saving the three-toed sloth or funding research into sentient toasters.

"Donate Buzz," he mumbled, scratching his stubble. "What the heck is Buzz anyway?"

He zoomed in on the image, his implant obligingly enhancing the details. Flying cars whizzed between those impossibly tall buildings, rain slicked the neon-lit streets...and was that a person down there? They looked kind of lonely. Maybe they needed Buzz.

Bob yawned, then jumped. The figure in the image seemed to turn their head, ever so slightly, as if looking right at him. Okay, that was kinda creepy.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, already navigating to the icon to Donate Buzz. "Just stop staring at me, will ya? And get that giant finger outta my face!"

(Later, after donating a sum of Buzz – which turned out to be a really good idea – Bob couldn't quite shake the feeling that he'd been manipulated. But hey, at least that lonely figure in the picture had some buzz now, right? ...Right?)