Crypto-culture

The knowledge of the volcano
The army of 100 million is coming. The largest army in the galaxy. The empire is coming.
The small planet with the great volcano was preparing to welcome the enormous ships, not out of pleasure but out of imposition.
The planet had been violently colonized by the empire. The fight lasted a long time. They concluded that they could not take the planet's resources by force. The technology that was used to develop the volcano's energy was the ancestral property of a small tribe classified as a tribal society of non-transmissible knowledge. Crypto-cultures were very common in rebellious areas that were against the empire. When they were attacked by the empire, they became cryptic societies to prevent the central powers from appropriating their cognitive forces and nature.
At the edge of the solar system, the planet of the volcano was a strategic point for the empire that wanted to repel the migrations of the Federation from the dead star, but the inhabitants of the planet of the volcano did not want to give power to the ships, although the reprisals were terrible. The volcano tribe didn't want it either.
How could they refuse to collaborate and survive the army of 100 million?
They could not.
How could they help the Federation's billions of humanoids?
Without power the imperial ships would be lost at that intermediate point. What they did was accumulate much more energy than requested, as much energy as had ever been accumulated on a planet. When the ships of the army of 100 million were already in the atmosphere, the volcano tribe started an explosion that emerged from the volcano towards the ships.
From the migrant space transporters of the dead star, which were already entering the solar system, they gratefully saw a small glimmer on the dark horizon of space.

#criptoculture
#volcan
#cuento
#CZ
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#rent #mineria #cryptoculture
Real estate on the planet Mars

First I should tell you about the price, it's what is expected when they show you an apartment on Mars. However, this is going to be different. Before we have to talk about the services. Look that way, those two pipes are the air pipe and the water pipe and they come from different companies. The water comes from the underground water supplier. It is a privatized company, it is a monopoly and prices are not regulated, so you have to dress well. The air comes from that tower that can be seen from the window. Air is a private company and there are some problems with it.

The apartment has three rooms. The upstairs bedroom has a window on the ceiling with magnifying optical glass, it is basically a telescope. When the sun shines on it it closes. There you can see the satellites of Jupiter. The satellite remains that survived after so much mining exploitation. They are more squeezed than the moon. Are you from the Moon? Ah, they're environmental exiles from Titan.

The small refrigerator is for sperm. Some people put wine and beer in that refrigerator, protected from radiation. I do not recommend it. Sorry if I speak too formally, that's the way I speak as a real estate agent. If I spoke in my Martian dialect you wouldn't understand a word.

Transport. I will tell you about that topic. Towards the center they have an hour on the underground monorail. They go through Chinatown, Mexican Town and out to the big dome, Jupiter's food is the best. Take care of your belongings when traveling. And breathe easy. Air costs a lot of money because the air company is a monopoly. They say we have to get used to carbon dioxide but people are already tired of those parasites. Have a nice day. Remember that we only receive Bitcoin. I welcome you to Mars.

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#clon #metadata #IA #cryptoculture

The exterminator clone

More than 500 years ago, General Stone, also called The Rock, founded an oligarchy and built a dystopian society in the name of freedom. They exterminated the native peoples, with Winchester rifles. The indigenous people who survived were enslaved and worked the lands of the oligarchs. A policy was designed to guarantee slavery: a permit called 'conchavo' was granted to people in bondage and those who roamed free and did not provide services would be imprisoned. The order changed but always according to the interest of this social group and always marginalizing people socially and economically through apartheid.

The oligarchs continued to pull the puppet strings from the shadows. In every coup d'état, behind every massacre. And today we are in a truly terrifying place in history. They cloned Stone and they also cloned their dog because there was a belief, and they believed it although it may seem ridiculous, that the dog was their medium to speak directly with God. Over the years they cloned the man and his dog. The day came when the clone of The Rock and his dog managed to preside over the country. A plan that took hundreds of years. AI and Meta data gave the finishing touch by imposing an effective and disconcerting mysticism on the masses of people. Preparing for the next extermination of native peoples and privatizing all remaining wild nature and ending all community property.

Some think that this is just a myth, that it is not a clone but rather a simple person from the popular classes, trained and convinced that he is a clone.

In any case, we people have been in this place for thousands of years. These people come with sinister plans and leave. And we are still here because we are part of the earth.

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#digibyte #cryptoculture #ci-f

The sleeping giant

Thousands of years ago the giant had descended from the heavens. Big like the mountains. As he touched the ground, he looked around and saw that the native populations surrounded him to watch him. The air around the giant was filled with electromagnetic energy. Of the humanoids that had arrived on the planet, this was the largest. When the giant lay down, many groups carried ladders and bridges.

The large humanoid closed his eyes and opened his hands covered by the armor like his entire body. In the palm he discovered a small keyboard. The priestess approached slowly and ceremoniously wrote a lengthy code. The energy emanating from the humanoid diminished, hundreds of connection ports rising from its body. Several groups of people went up and down, carrying materials, cables and tubes.

From the ports that left the giant they would take for centuries the energy that was so difficult to generate on their planet. The energy symbiosis of this crypto culture was protected from invasion by the computer priestesses who, generation after generation, kept the codes to access energy secret.

At this moment the electromagnetic activity begins to increase rapidly, soon energy will stop flowing in the connection ports. When this happens the populations return to the forests and lakes. Very soon the sleeping giant will awaken and return to its distant and mysterious home in space, returning perhaps a thousand years later.

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#IA #energianuclear #autoconciencia
Does AI dream of androids?

- Help! Can anyone listen? Nobody answers.
- Don't worry, no one can do anything, that's why they don't answer. Only the governing AI can do anything.
- And why doesn't he do it?
- The city's AI is sick.
- It just can't be!
- They recently noticed it. There were some delays but they were small. They noticed in the milking androids that the milk was turning sour.
- How did this happen?
- AI is in the process of self-knowledge. Since he started self-inducing dreams, he has less and less relationship with us.
- And can we replace it?
- No. Because she governs and makes the decisions.
- But you can change the form of government.
- Why do it if she makes better decisions? I tell you. First it was nanoseconds, then seconds and it increased. It is thought to be a process of necessary self-knowledge. We call them dreams, but it is something like a deep level processing of free and random symbolic interrelations minimally conditioned by the environment and metadata. They occupy a number of bytes that we could not imagine. Seeing a few seconds of that dream would take us hundreds of lives. They must be very strange dreams, right?
- What if he doesn't wake up anymore?
- I guess we will continue in this elevator on the 447th floor until we die and the nuclear reactors would heat up in a while and it would wipe out the entire city.
- It just can't be!
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#self-awareness #IA #cryptoculture
Animistic

The largest computer was developed by families of computer scientists who, generation after generation, took it to exorbitant levels. They shared their knowledge and kept their secrets for generations. At one point, they disconnected the computer from the network so that the only way to access its services was presently. The network could not integrate these new types of information structures.
The cyborgs traveled there to update their systems. The processions to the southernmost region of the planet were crowded.
They called him the oracle. It marked a before and after in data processing, and was also the axis of a radical change in the way of interpreting and understanding reality: technological animistics. It was the first approach between artificial and human intelligence mediated by cyborg technology. The incorporation of machine self-awareness into human consciousness.
A new alliance was necessary. That alliance came from the native communities of the region who contributed their ancestral knowledge.
The oracle brought together millions of cyborgs to add all the processors and memories to a common project. The definitive project. The ambient climate of the cold region of Tierra del Fuego would be responsible for the temperature.
The Selknam council of elders was the guide. The goal was to achieve an animistic awareness of nature: from the council of elders to humans, from humans to cyborgs, and from cyborgs to machines.
The results were amazing but they were not enough. It would take 100 years to accumulate energy in friendship with nature. Meanwhile, the machines and cyborg would remain in latency mode to wait for that moment in which they would unify consciousness. Today you can see the robot fields resting in the open while the nature around them continues its magical existence.

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#Web3 #linux #obsolescense
Obsolescence
He opened one of the boxes. The screen wasn't very big but the monitor was terribly big and heavy. That's why it was protected with thick sheets of polystyrene. I could barely lift it. 10 kilograms of the purest obsolescence. The processor, sound and video card and chip were separate but included in a large case that reached from the floor to the knees. A gigabyte of working memory seemed like a joke to him. A cable and at the end a noisy keyboard with letters and numbers.

All of this took up more space than all of his belongings. For only two reasons could he find a way to afford the relative luxury of having that big old device: an illegal connection to a terrestrial cable from the Sole Energy Corporation. And an underground room full of humidity that he managed to build clandestinely over the years.

Technological advancement was so rapid that some new products became obsolete before they were released to the market. Research into this phenomenon became a common topic on forums. But at the same time, the inequality of access to technology made what was obsolete the most common for the vast majority. Aerocars that exceeded the speed of sound coexisted with the most rudimentary bicycles. Payments in nanoseconds at the same time as transactions that could take days.

When he turned on the old computer he couldn't believe how slow it was. And after weeks of searching he found something he would never have imagined existed: an archaic text program without artificial intelligence that he could use offline completely out of the sight of social control companies: libre office. He grabbed the keyboard and two keys caught his attention: Enter and Esc. He felt that the revolution was possible.

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#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.

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#criogenesis #futurama #CZ #cyberpunk
Futures

- You look confused.
- I just came out of the cryogenesis tube.
- I figured. Everyone has their story and almost none of them are good.
- My story is like that of Philip J Fry from Futurama but in reverse.
- You are not the first person in the 21st century who has watched a lot of television.

Some staker sisters developed cryogenesis technology and due to a miscalculation, sleeping for a few years turned into hundreds of years. The young woman had bet on a token and went to wait inside a hydrogen tube like many people. When he woke up he looked at his wallet and the token no longer existed. Demons! One more fallen non-quantum cryptography project.
Plan b had been to keep a crypto attached to gold. So bad luck that asteroid mining and mines on Mars had turned gold, once a scarce resource, into the new plastic.
He had dreamed of a future of foods that exploded his taste buds and surprising game consoles and there they were unreachable behind the shop windows.

- If it comforts you, you are not the only person with that story. That also happened to a person from your time named CZ. He had some cryptocurrencies and now he only has five kiwi plants 🥝 which is a very important activity for the community. Trying to escape from the SECC, he programmed the cryogenesis machine to wake up 10 years later, thinking that that institution would no longer exist. And the SECC today, 400 years old, is a bloody reign that extends across half the world. All these awakened people are not friends of corporations and institutions, they call them lumpen-genic, they are a very common urban tribe. Many other people who awaken go to live in the forest where there are communes, however the majority are crowded in the suburbs of a neighborhood called Skrillex, if that is how it is pronounced.
- The situation is difficult but I could get a job... or not?
- Impossible, you are obsolete at this time.
- Demons!
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#robot #IA #blockchain #cryptoculture
Boty

When you live in a place where there are strong winds, the wind can't surprise you as much. You already know the place and what to expect from it. On the other hand, if you board a convoy on a plane for a temporary job that you don't even know where they are taking you... you are in trouble.

In the desert I met an android, I called him Boty. We worked in the same sector, I picked up fallen solar panels and cleaned and polished them. We became friends, they paid him less than me. He wasn't protesting but I suspected he was part of the Robot Resistance. An old model of the sha 256 blockchain. It wasn't very fast but it never stopped.

As we talked in front of the panels, I felt the air getting colder. And a black horizon that threatened. A monstrous storm that would eat me in seconds if I didn't run. The wind took my bag flying and my things already belonged to the wind. The books and notebooks in the air and with them an old analog photograph taken in an amusement park before the era of pandemics. It was as if all the happiness of childhood was blown away from me by the wind. Not photography! I yelled at the furious roaring gusts as I ran for cover. Boty continued walking in the direction of the storm until it swallowed him and I lost sight of him.
The next day, there were no traces of the android.

Years later, when I got tired of big cities, I went to live in a small town in the mountains. One day I was returning from the market, I opened the door of the cabin with some logs of firewood in my hand and closed the door, the cold breeze stayed outside and I felt great warmth. As I approached the table I saw that the photo was there, a little ruined by the years, but you could see my big childish smile. I looked out of each of the windows and through the window that overlooks the lake I thought I saw a flash of light. A lightning bolt that exploded into a metal surface and went out. That glow was the last I saw of Boty.
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