Syndicate x Broke Dealers

When stocks moved onto the blockchain, every trading floor was supposed to close. Almost all of them did. One didn’t. It’s a small brokerage on a low floor of a building nobody remembers building. Someone paid the rent decades in advance, then lost their job, and nobody has thought about the place since. The lights stay on because there’s nobody left with the authority to switch them off. The screens still show prices. The coffee machine still works, mostly. And every morning, the dealers still show kup. They watch charts that only go down. They wear the same tired suits. They make trades they couldn’t explain to anyone, and there’s nobody left to ask. They lose so little money that nobody notices.