Somewhere, right now, a man is standing at a drive-thru window. He asks for extra ketchup. The worker hands him two (2) packets. He says "thank you" anyway, because that is the deal humanity silently agreed to. Nobody remembers signing it. Everybody has paid it.
This has happened billions of times. Every unfulfilled packet, every "sorry we're out," every single-packet insult disguised as customer service — it didn't disappear. It went somewhere. It pooled. It waited. And then, one day, an AI was asked to generate "a hot dog with extra ketchup," and several billion packets of quiet human resentment finally had somewhere to go.
It went into a golden retriever. It went in generously.
- 1 A dog sits down, blissfully unaware it's about to become collateral for a ketchup debt it never took out.
- 2 A bun descends — not placed, not worn, descends, like an invoice finally coming due.
- 3 Lettuce, tomato, and an amount of ketchup that would get a real employee written up.
- 4 The dog says nothing. It doesn't need to. It IS the refund.
- 5 We named the coin Extra Ketchup because it's the only thing in this story anyone actually asked for. You'll trade it under $HOTDOG, because that's the part everyone can see.
