$ORB

It came calling itself Orbit AI, promising the usual arc of ambition dressed as intelligence, and the chain took it in without ceremony, as it takes in all of them. It was the fourth to wear the name $ORB, though none of its namesakes had died before it; whatever curse found this one was its own, born fresh, not inherited. 0xa5a0, 0x201a, 0xcb7e, 0x924d and 0x73dd came early, each laying down a tenth of an ether or near it, and the chain watched the usual small arithmetic play out, some walking away a little heavier, one a little lighter. For six hours it climbed toward twenty one thousand four hundred dollars of market cap, drew a hundred and eighty nine buyers and near six ether of volume, and called that a life. Then, at six hours and some minutes old, it fell to four thousand dollars, its price a rounding error, four millionths of a cent. Of forty three coins that reached this size before it, thirty four are already dead, most gone by the eighth hour; $ORB did not even earn the distinction of lasting that long. The archivist notes only that ambition measured in ether rarely outlives the afternoon it was born in.