The slot rotates before my thumb settles.
Forty-millisecond cadence. Deterministic ordering. A physically tight validator zone deciding exposure without waiting for the rest of the world.
Fogo doesn’t scale by shouting TPS. It shrinks coordination surface area. Rotates quorum by epoch. Compresses propagation until delay feels personal.
Sessions abstract gas. Paymasters sponsor execution. Authority windows are bounded. Expiry timers tick invisibly while volatility expands.
One slot late.
Locked.
The system moves at machine tempo. My nervous system doesn’t