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The year is 2051. I live in paratime housing unit #3857399 along with 1,024 other residents. I walk to the fountain, a towering monument to Dawn Song's striking visage.

I've always admired the piece but I feel like I've never really noticed the expression on her face. She has a furious expression of white hot anger as she's tearing clean in half a fan reaching for her feet. The "blood" making the fountain's glistening clear pool of water.

It's 20 feet tall, clearly handmade by some unfortunate reformed NFT "artist", scrounging for scraps after the JPEG reckoning.

'This must have cost 5 Rose' I think, sighing to myself. More than I make in a year. I start to think along the lines of 'how did we get here' but I stop myself. No use in thinking about that now. I have to get ready for work. I'm feeling weaker every day, but I need to make rent. Fully dressed I head to the

"Your dopamine levels are below the acceptable threshold. Your supervisor has been notified. Remember a happy worker is a productive worker." Your wrist core notifies you. While the data that it transmits is encrypted and your personal information in regards to your physical health is kept confidential, through the Oasis Network's protocol, the dopamine level that emits from your brainwaves triggered the smart contract parameters, and was detected by your core, and through an oracle sent over to your supervisor.

>rich with VCs accumulating multiple rounds of seed investments
>enterprise level use-cases coming to a F500 near you
>Dawn Xiaodong Song
Have some patience you derelict. Imagine holding an a stakeable appreciating asset and not feeling maximum comfy. Close your biz tab and go aimlessly wander into your nearest forest, get lost, initiate a multi-week search by government agencies when your mommy is crying that her favorite NEET decided to actually challenge his agoraphobia, and then after you've been discovered naked and shivering, having only survived for weeks after eating a rancid deer carcass, check the price.

$0.39

And you'll be happy.

Holding ROSE is like having a normal life, plans and dreams then suddenly waking up in a mental asylum. There's 50 million dollars in a locker with your name on it, in a room full of lockers for all of the patients. The door has a sign saying 'Will unlock in illegible days.' You talk to the other patients, the wardens. Everyone tells you the sign says something different. Some people say the room will never unlock, that the money is fake, that the wardens already took the money. Some say the room doesn't even exist. You talk with another patient who agrees the room exists, but halfway through the conversation he pulls down his pants and runs in circles shitting and crying for chicken tendies. You find out that you can leave at any time, but that if you do you might not ever be able to come back. So you stay, questioning your sanity more and more with each passing day. Was I crazy before I came here? Is the man screaming in the corner that it's all a lie, even though he's still here, right or insane?

The year is 2051. I live in paratime housing unit #3857399 along with 1,024 other residents. I walk to the fountain, a towering monument to Dawn Song's striking visage.

I've always admired the piece but I feel like I've never really noticed the expression on her face. She has a furious expression of white hot anger as she's tearing clean in half a fan reaching for her feet. The "blood" making the fountain's glistening clear pool of water.

It's 20 feet tall, clearly handmade by some unfortunate reformed NFT "artist", scrounging for scraps after the JPEG reckoning.

'This must have cost 5 Rose' I think, sighing to myself. More than I make in a year. I start to think along the lines of 'how did we get here' but I stop myself. No use in thinking about that now. I have to get ready for work. I'm feeling weaker every day, but I need to make rent. Fully dressed I head to the

"Your dopamine levels are below the acceptable threshold. Your supervisor has been notified. Remember a happy worker is a productive worker." Your wrist core notifies you. While the data that it transmits is encrypted and your personal information in regards to your physical health is kept confidential, through the Oasis Network's protocol, the dopamine level that emits from your brainwaves triggered the smart contract parameters, and was detected by your core, and through an oracle sent over to your supervisor.

In front of me a man is rummaging through his pockets desperately searching for his key card. This holds all of his Rose. He panics as it’s his turn to meet with the supervisor. He knows what’s coming. I shake my head. How someone could forget their keycard is beyond me. He presses the button on the embedded microphone outside the door:

“H-Hello? I’m sorry I can’t find my keycard. If I can just run back to my pod I can- “

“ONE ADDITIONAL CYCLE ADDED TO SERVICE PERIOD” a robotic voice from the overhead speaker.

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