A real Cyber Monday treat for you!
Well, as they say in 2069: don’t count your apes before the exchange completes.
We rejoin 5arah.eth at the start of book two, Original Content, after everything went wrong.
The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel.
“Let that sink in,” spat 5arah.eth, the car’s current owner.
With Elon’s support, she and her friends had faced down the megacorps and their hollow metaverses.
Turned out, he was just another hedgie.
It was all for nothing.
She spat again and watched it sizzle on the car’s bubbling marijuana-green paintjob.
5arah flipped open her cryptowallet and moved to transfer ownership of the digital car keys to a nearby smartbin.
Done with this movement.
Done with venerating people who did something mint a decade ago and funge-all since then.
Done with fawning adoration of the tired and hollow things these old people loved.
It was time for something fresh.
Sarah knew where the future lay.
She knew who the future was for.
She knew what she had to create.
It was time for original content.
No more heroes any more.
This is where 5arah’s new revolution begins.
She still believes in changing the world with NFTs but knows she must reframe her entire ideology.
The modern world of 2069 has little to offer hope.
The Man runs culture threadbare with endless remakes, remasters, and retreads of tired ideas.
She needs something new, something real.
Real things, you know.
From when I was young.
Things which hit you in the heart with memories of my youth.
So kudos if you recognised that the excerpt closed with a little reference to a Stranglers song.
You’ll find many more opportunities to earn such kudos!
To create good and truly original content, 5arah will delve into the best of the past.
She’s banking on that curiosity.
5arah will create a series of mysterious messages which call readers to action using mighty strange language.
They’ll come to not only appreciate that culture but learn the same beliefs I learned.
A memetic weapon creating cybersoldiers eager to fight for a future they now believe in.
Some of the world’s mintest apes will escape.
The infobahn might never be the same again.
Alright, that’s enough explanation!
1/1/2069 tonight the stars are shining bright.
I don’t know what to do, I’m always in the dark.
I was one among many, or at least I seemed to be.
Everything everywhere is a-vanishing.
Tell me now, how should I feel.
I know I’m artificial, but don’t put the blame on me.
Well, I’m just a hard-working corporate slave.
When routine bites and ambitions are low, I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention.
A cracked smile and a silent shout.
So much for the golden future, I can’t even start.
I’m trying to tell you now, it’s sabotage.
The grabbing hands grab all they can: all for themselves, after all.
They just use your mind and they never give you credit.
You just can’t give them no more.
When they kick at your front door, how you gonna come?
The bomb keeps on ticking, and we’re all going straight to Hell.
Your city lies in dust, my friend.
There’s no kind of mystery, there’s no new thought.
Your inspiration is a memory that you know you never had.
Now we grieve ‘cause now is gone.
This world is only gonna break your heart, and it hurts with every heartbeat.
What are we gonna do when everything all falls through?
Ain’t no god, no ghost gonna save you now.
All I want is something new, something I can hold on to.
We don’t need this fascist groove thang.
You could be anything, you could be free.
Double up or quit, double stake or split.
I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front.
Keep your eyes open, soft spoken changes nothing.
If you’re here ‘cause you want to be entertained, go away, kindly go away.
And if you complain once more, you’ll meet an army of me.
If I only could, I’d make a deal with god.
But we should know that discipline maketh the geez.
We are strong; no one can tell us we’re wrong.
We will rise up from the dead.
I like to fight, I kill global oppression.
Look out, honey, ‘cause I’m using technology.
This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn.
Bang bang bang on the door, baby.
Twist away the gates of steel.
If you want it, let’s do it.
Just you and I.
Tonight I’ma fight till we see the sunlight.
And all that I want from you is a promise you will be there.
you’re able to’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart.
Keep watching your favourite legacy media vendors, NFTeens and mint dudes!
The future is coming, and it’s looking original.
