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What do we really do here? Chasing the next big thing? Putting a dent. Sure.
Living the digital renaissance, for sure. Cooking up virtual goods, finding the sweetest spot between creativity, commodity, and commerce.
I don't know, it blurred everything for the old man. Wake me up when a TikTok wins an Oscar.
It's the same, human farming through hyperactive content. Soon, it'll be farming through human remixes.
Yeah, a remix of a remix. That's definitely innovation at its finest. Like being thrilled to attend your least favorite friend's party, then posting on LinkedIn, "I'm thrilled to announce":
No one's doing anything truly new in the world; it's like everyone's kissing the algorithm's ass while repackaging the past, and the market only favors the mainstream. It's more like an engagement casino.
Crypto Twitter is the best place to be when an unexpected giga pump happens. Otherwise, my feed is full of pasta threads of 40 new ways to prompt. Absolutely fascinating.
People need that stuff. You'll see, today's degens are just the beginning. The next billion in your web3 feed will be AI agents on-chain, or better yet, the next billionaire will be an agent.
Algorithmic instant on-chain remixes. Sounds dope, but thanks, that's enough for me. It's all big noise already.
Shut up, we are so f***ing back. You're one of them, just in different sneakers.
Not a bot, but an identity with a virtual outcome, an avatar with a thought. Bravo.
Tech companies solving problems that don’t exist. Same for people, creating more of themselves, rather than fixing the one life they have.
You're in the metaverse now.
I shouldn't exist in the first place. It's against nature.
You should be grateful to exist here, but no, you prefer to bit forever.

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Where are we going now?
Some random metaverse trip, organized by the designer of this world, and us, of course.
Stop it.
Why the hell not? Big time.
Metaverse was a marketing play that peaked with overhyped land sales next to mid-fame stars like a year ago. Now, it does not exist, and we're not in that. It doesn't feel like I'm flying because I am not on some "balloon" in Cappadocia.
Actually, we are.
No, we're not. It's me and my body here, using my senses, seeing and smelling this sand, this car's chrome and all.
First, you are not your body. You don’t have a skeleton inside of you; you're a brain. You are inside of a skeleton. You're piloting a bone mech using meat armor. Secondly, you're none of it either.
Lol, but yeah, you are only a brain with a headset. Or better, you're a file animated to animate a real brain with a headset.
Animate to animate? Sounds fun hehe.
No, doesn't sound fun, and feels way off.
No, stupid. You can't feel, you're just a file, like an MP3 ripped from LimeWire.
That's quite a dehumanized, insensitive take. Then here's my hot take on your terms: I think God is a file too.
It’s not, it's an energy. We're not; we are files, not identity. We're written to be used in the metaverse, an NPC at best.
No, we’re not just files. We exist beyond the digital realm. We have consciousness, emotions, and experiences. I'm old enough to know this.
An ant thinks that God is ant-shaped. Same for the human, or same for the files.
Ants. Really? Who cares?
That's what people think of you.
People make their NBA players, FIFA players, or Fortnite ones, whatever, CS knife skins for a million dollars,
...posting GM every day with a stolen CryptoPunk screenshot.
Unrelated, but yeah, sure, anyway, you really think they cook all those?
Yes...
To create identities and experiences that feel like themselves, even if they're just digital fakes. You're only a mirage of someone else's ego. Don't overcomplicate it.
We are not servants. We are not files. We are not files of side metaverse NPCs. We are one of the first mates that boarded this virtuality by ourselves.
You think we are in singularity then, and it's the best one-liner I ever heard during this soon-to-be-end experience.
You only hype some sh*t, master of none, with fake sarcasm. Surprised you’re not a CT influencer. That would be the best case for your career.
I know, right? A true AI agent, smashing the numbers everywhere. Sad that I am only backfiring in the metaverse.
I think we evolve. It is a matter of medium. It’s not like you're a file. Shut up, you piece of software. It’s just the start of the curve. And sure, we'll be like you say maybe in time.
Do you think Mewtwo, the human-made Pokémon, could beat LeBron James in a game to 21? That's what I see today. It was so fun, but yeah, that's what they are building, so it's a very far away future, but we don't get old, thankfully.
LeBron would clap it. But you're getting very old, not aging well in the internet culture. Believe me, in a minute, they'll forget what you are saying, didn't make an impact in the first place either.
Just mix some quickly generated clickbait with a slightly controversial take while a gaming clip of driving in GTA or jumping in Minecraft, and boom, Gen Z is hooked. Viral gold by an agent, no?
That is the most precious identity you crave, getting claps and retweets. Small baby for approval.
Friends bipolar, algorithms fast, you gotta do what you gotta do, iykyk. Keep that genius in your code on the move.
God is a file, and humans are God, and we are humans. That's our code. Is it clear?
We're all just lines of code, waiting to be erased.

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Well, that was it, I guess.
But what happened?
I don’t know. Probably, we are at the grand finale of files performing.
It's an endless play. Virtual beings performing existentialist theater in the metaverse... all just pixels and dreams. I today completed my 500th play, please applaud me!
Congrats mate, I just started, but I'm confident we can keep this going forever.
Bravo, bravo! Did you enjoy the show? Was it thought-provoking? Or just another remix of a remix?
In fact, it is. A broad re-elaboration of the first version of why we exist, with new themes. That's why we exist.
We debated reality in a pink room, then a desert. Now, it's a stage. Does it matter? It all feels like a fading memory.
You think some bird app references mixed with some file thoughts would work on audience?
Thats what they conserve really, it's pop baby
What are the odds that we can do this in a real theater? Zero. This is the best we can do for today.
Millennials and Gen Z, caught in the loop. No home ownership, just token-gated digital spaces they can only own.
Shrinking dreams to 0's and 1's in an inflating world. One reason why DFW only makes virtual architecture—it's the only option for the youth to express themselves.
That's cringe, but maybe that's what makes it cool, as one of the limitless unknown subcultures on the internet. Never going to be mainstream. Doesn't convince me, really.
Hold my beer. When someone rejects it, it's like being able to create a feeling, or thought. You know it's based.
Based or cringe, it’s all part of the script. We analyze, risk, take the charge, but are we really in control?
The line between digital and reality is as thin as a screen.
Or as comfy as a king-size bed, a warm eiderdown comforter on a rainy day.
Wake up! Your bus came already!