It’s July, 2025, and I am in love. Her name is Bianca Garcia. She is a streamer unlike me. I am [redacted] years old. We were introduced by a good friend of mine from the internet, Sam Hyde.

It is February 12, 2030. Sam dies of cancer which they say gay sex is the cause.

That night, Bianca and I make jokes at the expense of others for the first time. A month from now the incident awaits me.

I cross the room to the personal computer. I find my mouse. I click on Binx's stream and see her shaking her ass, Baggio is turning white. I am terrified.

It is October, 2024, when I’m introduced to Bianca. She catches my attention on Fishtank, the first time a woman has done this for me. As she poses cutely for group photos with the other fish, my heart melts.

I feel anger for the last time. A token funeral is held. There is nothing to bury. Bianca posts my face and calls me an insane stalker. It’s the only photograph of me anyone has.

A ghostly apparition is seen by the the doorway of her streaming room. A few days later, a partially obscured corpse stands in the hallway and screams at Binx's cats for a moment before vanishing.

They call me Anonymous. They explain the name has been chosen for the ominous associations it will raise in Binx’s enemies. They are shaping me into something gaudy, something lethal.

In January, 2025, President Castle asks me to intervene in the great simp wars, something that his predecessors would not ask. A week later, the conflict ends. Some of the Vietbong forces want to surrender to me personally.