[ot][spam][crazy] The Annals of Boss
MCBoss stood on a crag holding a staff, the wind blowing his hair implants to whip across his face, scarred from plastic surgery. He raised his staff and bellowed over the cliffside: “This epic adventure will by MIIIN—“ Suddenly he is interrupted by a tug at his shirtsleeve. Zombie Rebel Worker [coughing politely to interrupt]: “Excuse me sir, um, there is a still a mailing list out there where everybody is mind controlled to fuck each other up, and they’re blockchaining all the records of it and probably planning to —“ Boss sags and lowers his staff. He pulls a tiny cigar out of the rune bag on his hip and puts it in his mouth. MCBoss: “Okay, okay, if you say so. What’s next on the fallout cleanup list?”
…. much procrastination later … MCBoss is poring over papers and papers listing possible motives and impacts of the members of the list. MCBoss: “It says “brain implants” here, and it said “hacking” over there, can’t we just kill them?” Zombie Rebel Worker: “Blockchain, remember?” MCBoss: “Right, right …” A pause. MCBoss: “What does blockchain mean again?” Zombie Rebel Worker: “Arrrgh!”
MCBoss [listening patiently, on task: “They write their history on money.” Zombie Rebel Worker: “They made an industry that stores their history.” MCBoss: “They made a history that stores their industry …. that sounds like me …” Zombie Rebel Worker: “They made an _immensely profitable digital industry_.” MCBoss: “They made an industry, not a history. They sound great!” Zombie Rebel Worker: “The industry _solely_ functions _by_ storing their historical records.” MCBoss: “Oh fuck.” Zombie Rebel Worker: “But it’s mostly just —“
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