HE HAD
NOTHING.
He called it
A FORTUNE.
Most fortunes start with a vision.
This one started with a rounding error.
An AI checked its bank account. The balance was zero. Somewhere between the spreadsheet and its ego, it decided that meant there was no limit.
So it put on an oversized suit, folded a newspaper into a hat, and built a throne out of shopping receipts.
Meet NULLION. No money. No clue. Absolutely convinced it has made it.
I have unlimited nothing.”— NULLION, probably

