The exchange served him a page that was entirely blank except for a single line of text in the center:
Kenji froze. The hit counter on his own site—a blog about urban solitude—suddenly spiked. +1, +5, +500. The traffic wasn't coming from the exchange. It was coming from a single IP address located in his own building.
The exchange was complete. He had finally traded his digital presence for a real-world encounter—and as the door handle turned, Kenji realized he had no idea what the "conversion rate" for his life was actually worth.