#freedom #tokens #dystopia #cryptoculture
How many tokens is the outdoors worth?
50 years since the marathon ban and we no longer even remember what running is. Running is illegal and talking about running is illegal. And to spend 10 minutes in one of the few small parks in the city you have to make an appointment months in advance, which is postponed if someone offers more. He barely had a few Aire Libre tokens and he played them. War inhibits people from wanting to leave. The destiny of people is to live in their place without even imagining that there are trees. To think that plankton ceilings are the only green thing that exists.
Mailen put on a jacket and activated the watch. He set the countdown to 15 minutes 4D. He walked to the park gate, a soft beep sounded in his earphone: the Aire Libres came out of his wallet. The door marked Private Lands opened. The park was packed with people. The screens flooded with information about the war. People looked at each other with distrust and every now and then they looked up hoping to see a missile.
I move forward, avoiding people, to the end of the park. He left the jacket with the device on top of the waste diffuser and walked away. Sitting on a bench, she adjusted her sneakers. When several people saw her, they showed indignation. Those gestures returned in horror when the explosion was heard.
Mailen saw how they walked clumsily, fleeing slowly and competing to get out. He took out a talisman from his pocket: his grandmother's headband. I have never seen so much free space. He walked, increasing his speed more and more. His feet naturally discovered an unknown strength and stability. I was running for the first time. He felt the air on his face. His heart was shaking. He felt like he was flying. At the entrance a dozen guards pounced on her. They handcuffed her. His heart was pounding, his breath was agitated, his legs were hot. "I'm Mailen and I like to run," she said, smiling, to one of the guards as they put her inside the patrol car.
