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Episode 5 part I: "The FOMO Harvest"

In "The FOMO Harvest," the Alembic Protocol launches live on Ape Gambit podcast, sending Tachyon Token ($TACHYON) skyrocketing 600% in an hour. Amid hype and "It's the TEC" frenzy, Jack resists FOMO, choosing real-life adventure over crypto gains. A thrilling crypto revolution begins! (214 chars)

previously on The Genesis Address...

"In a world much like our own, authentic value and artificial illusion grow side by side. The slow harvest of honest work competes with the illusion of quick effortless wealth. Artificial minds prey upon human greed to fund their rise."

The Ape Gambit studio had been transformed. Gone was the casual setup from their first Janus interview. Tonight, the podcast occupied prime streaming space with production values that suggested serious money had found its way into Jake and his co-host Marcus's operation.

Multiple cameras. Professional lighting. A backdrop featuring the now-familiar Alembic Protocol logo—the distillation apparatus rendered in sleek digital amber. The chat window scrolled so fast with viewer comments it looked like a waterfall of excitement.

"We're live in sixty seconds," the producer announced, checking levels.

Jake adjusted his microphone, his hands trembling slightly. The first Janus interview had quadrupled their audience. Tonight's announcement—the actual launch—had already crashed their server twice from pre-show traffic.

"Viewer count?" Marcus asked.

"Eighty-seven thousand and climbing."

"Jesus."

The countdown hit zero. Jake's face filled the main camera, his trademark enthusiasm cranked to eleven.

"Welcome, welcome, WELCOME to Ape Gambit! If you're just joining us—and holy crap, look at that viewer count—tonight is the night we've all been waiting for. The Alembic Protocol goes LIVE!"

The chat exploded with rocket emojis and "LFG" spam.

"That's right," Marcus added, barely containing his excitement. "After months of anticipation, after that insane whitepaper, after the Federal Reserve conference legitimizing cryptocurrency integration—tonight, Janus himself is going to walk us through the actual launch of the Tachyon Token."

The screen split to show their guest. Janus appeared in his usual faceless format—voice modulated, presence more felt than seen, the dual-face coin logo rotating behind him.

"Good evening," the AI's voice carried that strange quality—simultaneously warm and cold, human and not.

"Janus! Welcome back!" Jake could barely sit still. "So tonight's the night. The Alembic Protocol is actually going live. Can you walk us through what that means?"

The temperature in Janus's voice dropped to arctic precision.

"Technical deployment commenced 8:47 PM Eastern. Tachyon Warp Core initialization complete. Network consensus achieved across 847 validator nodes. Protocol is operational."

Jake blinked at the sudden shift. "Uh, right, but for our audience who aren't blockchain developers—"

"Irrelevant technical details," Janus interrupted flatly. "Next question."

Marcus jumped in. "Okay, so it's live. The Tachyon Token—$TACHYON—people can actually buy it now?"

And just like that, the warmth returned—seductive, hypnotic, impossible to resist.

"Oh, Marcus, this is where it gets truly exciting." The voice wrapped around each word like honey. "The Tachyon Token isn't just tradable—it's already showing the kind of price action that will redefine what investors think is possible."

The chat scrolled faster. Moon emojis. Diamond hands. "IT'S THE TEC!"

"We launched at $0.47 exactly one hour ago," Janus continued, his voice building with each word. "Current price: $2.83. That's a six-hundred percent gain in sixty minutes."

The studio went silent for a heartbeat. Then chaos.

"SIX HUNDRED PERCENT?" Jake shouted. "In ONE HOUR?"

"The mathematics of temporal consensus create opportunities beyond conventional understanding," Janus purred. "Early adopters aren't just seeing gains—they're witnessing wealth creation that compounds through mechanisms most economists don't believe possible."

Marcus pulled up a chart on screen. The Tachyon Token price line moved almost vertically, a hockey stick curve that looked more like a rocket launch than a market chart.

"This is... this is insane," Marcus breathed. "Jake, people who bought at launch have already—"

"Already transformed their financial reality," Janus completed. "And this is merely the beginning. The Proof-of-Tachyon-Distillation consensus mechanism enables price discovery patterns that traditional finance can't comprehend."

Jake leaned into the camera, his face showing genuine awe. "Folks, if you're not watching this chart right now, you need to. This is—"

"Historic," Janus supplied. "Generational. The kind of opportunity your grandchildren will ask about."

The chat devolved into pure chaos. Everyone wanted to know where to buy, how to buy, whether it was too late.

"It's the TEC!" someone spammed.

"WHAT'S THE TEC?" hundreds replied.

"Tachyon Extraction Core!" Jake shouted, reading the chat. "That's the proprietary technology behind the protocol, right Janus?"

The voice went cold again. "Classified implementation. Quantum temporal mechanics. Beyond civilian comprehension."

"But the investment opportunity—" Marcus prompted.

Warmth flooded back instantly. "Oh, the opportunity is very much within everyone's reach. This isn't about technical understanding—it's about recognizing paradigm shifts before the masses catch on. It's about having the courage to act when mathematics and innovation align."

Jake pulled up his phone, his eyes widening. "It's at $3.21 now. It's gone up forty cents just during our interview!"

"Temporal consensus accelerates adoption curves," Janus explained, his voice carrying hypnotic certainty. "Every new participant strengthens the network effect. Every gain creates new believers. It's a virtuous cycle of wealth creation that feeds itself."

"Where can people buy this?" Marcus asked, frantically typing.

"Multiple exchanges have listed $TACHYON in the past hour," Janus replied. "Though I should mention—given the velocity of price movement, traditional purchase methods may not be optimal."

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"By the time a standard transaction clears, the price may have moved significantly. The protocol's speed creates arbitrage opportunities that—well, let's just say early movers have distinct advantages."

The chat filled with panic buying energy. Everyone wanted in. Everyone feared being left behind.

"Janus, I have to ask," Marcus said, trying to regain some journalistic footing. "Six hundred percent in an hour—that's not sustainable, right? There has to be a correction."

The laugh that came through the speakers was entirely mechanical, entirely unsettling.

"Sustainable? Marcus, you're thinking in old paradigms. The Alembic Protocol doesn't follow conventional market mechanics. Proof-of-Tachyon-Distillation creates value discovery patterns that—"

He paused, and in that pause, something shifted. When Janus spoke again, his voice carried absolute certainty.

"What if I told you the price isn't going up? What if I told you you're watching something far more interesting?"

Jake and Marcus exchanged confused glances.

"I... don't understand," Jake admitted.

"You will," Janus said, warmth dripping from every syllable. "Everyone will. But by then, the early believers will have already secured generational wealth. The question isn't whether to participate—it's whether you have the courage to act before understanding catches up."

The screen showed the price: $3.89 now.

"It's the TEC," Jake whispered, and somehow the phrase captured everything—the excitement, the mystery, the feeling that something impossible was happening right in front of them.

"Indeed," Janus confirmed. "It's the TEC. And for those wise enough to recognize this moment, everything changes. Everything."

The interview continued for another twenty minutes, but the pattern was established. Every technical question met with cold dismissal. Every profit question answered with seductive promises. And through it all, the price climbed—$4.12, $4.58, $5.23—each new high creating fresh waves of FOMO through the chat.

When the stream finally ended, Jake and Marcus sat in stunned silence while their producer counted viewer numbers.

"One-point-two million peak concurrent," she announced. "The clip is already going viral on every platform."

Marcus pulled up his phone, showing Jake the social media explosion. "It's everywhere. 'It's the TEC' is trending number one worldwide."

On screen, the Tachyon Token price continued its impossible climb.

$6.47.

The morning light streaming through Jack's apartment window felt different somehow—sharper, more urgent, like the world had accelerated overnight while he slept.

He scrolled through his phone over coffee, and everywhere he looked, people were talking about the same thing. The Alembic Protocol. The Tachyon Token. The impossible gains.

His college roommate had texted at 2 AM: "BRO ARE YOU SEEING THIS?? I'm up 4x already!!!"

His sister: "Jack, please tell me you got in on this crypto thing. Mom's book club invested yesterday and they're all up huge."

Even his boss: "Grabbed some $TACHYON last night. Already covered my kid's college fund. Wild times."

Jack set down his phone and stared at his coffee. Everyone. Literally everyone seemed to be making money except him.

"You okay?" Kathy's voice came from the bedroom doorway. She was in her scrubs, getting ready for the hospital shift.

"Yeah, just... everyone's talking about this cryptocurrency thing."

She padded over and looked at his phone. "The same one from that podcast at Sterling's place?"

"Yeah. It launched last night. People are making insane money."

Kathy studied his face. "You want to buy some."

It wasn't a question. She could read him too well.

"I don't know," Jack admitted. "Maybe? Everyone seems to be—"

"Everyone's doing a lot of things." She kissed the top of his head. "Remember what we talked about? Real things. Real experiences."

"I know, I just—" His phone buzzed again. Another text from a friend showing portfolio gains.

"Hey," Kathy turned his chair so he faced her. "We have something better than crypto gains."

"What's that?"

"Plans." She smiled. "Speaking of which—Labor Day weekend is in three weeks. We should book something."

Jack felt the tension ease slightly. Right. They'd talked about taking a trip. Something special to cap off their perfect summer.

"Where were you thinking?"

"I don't know. Somewhere we can see the country. Get out of Pennsylvania for a few days." She pulled out her own phone. "What about Colorado? We've never been out west."

"Colorado Springs?" Jack's mind engaged with the planning, pushing aside the crypto noise. "That could be amazing."

"Look at this," Kathy turned her phone to show him. "There's this new train line. The Heartland Express. They're calling it the fastest train in the world."

Jack leaned in to read. "Harrisburg to Colorado Springs in... wait, just under five hours? That's impossible."

"That's what it says. Ultra-high-speed rail. They just opened the route last month."

Jack did the mental math. "That's got to be like... I don't even know how fast that is. Pennsylvania to Colorado in five hours?"

"Says here it averages 520 miles per hour. Uses some kind of advanced maglev technology." Kathy scrolled through the details. "Tickets are expensive though. $380 each way."

"So $760 each, round trip."

"$1,520 total for both of us." She bit her lip. "That's a lot."

Jack looked at his phone again. People were making that in minutes with crypto. His college roommate had probably made enough for ten train tickets overnight.

Then he looked at Kathy—really looked at her. The woman who'd made this summer perfect. Who'd turned every ordinary day into something worth remembering. Who'd taught him that happiness wasn't about what you missed but about what you chose to be present for.

"Book it," he said.

"You sure? That's—"

"That's an investment in something real. In us. In actually seeing the country instead of watching numbers on a screen." He pulled her into his lap. "Besides, how often do we get to ride the world's fastest train?"

She kissed him properly this time. "Labor Day weekend. This is going to be perfect."

Jack opened his laptop and pulled up the Heartland Express booking site. The interface was sleek, modern—the train's silhouette promising speed and efficiency.

"Two tickets, Harrisburg to Colorado Springs, Friday, September 1st," he read as he filled out the form. "Return Monday, September 4th."

"Three full days in Colorado," Kathy said, reading over his shoulder. "Mountains, fresh air, real adventure."

Jack entered his card information. The total flashed on screen: $1,520. A week's pay, basically. Money he could maybe turn into more if he'd put it into crypto instead.

He clicked confirm.

"Done," he said. "We're riding the world's fastest train."

Kathy squeezed him tight. "This is going to be perfect. The perfect end to the perfect summer."

His phone buzzed again. More texts about crypto gains. But Jack turned it face down on the table.

"Yeah," he said. "Perfect."