In the flickering underbelly of the Sprawl, where the scent of darknet deals hangs heavy in the recycled air, a dangerous memeplex is spreading. These Chiba-crafted crypto cowboys, particularly the Bitcoin Bishops locked in their shrines of mined wealth, seem to be confusing the fracture and fire sale of ossified megastates – the wet dream of the Gray Party – with a whole new level of emergent order. It’s like mistaking a demolition derby for a revolution, mon and the genesis of a new commons. But these ain’t mirror images, chummer.

One path leads to entropic ruin, a bulldozer crashing through the intricate clockwork of the state, leaving behind a wasteland of privatized power grids and water rights snapped up by vulture capitalists at a fire sale. Decades of accretion, shattered.

A mediocre symphony of evolution, a concerto composed on a new platform – the commons, rewired for a digital age. A metamorphosis, a chrysalis of code spun from the ether itself.

There might be a few glitches in the transition, a touch of static on the line, but this ain’t some fire sale, some bargain-basement auction of our public goods to the highest bidder. This is about leaving behind the rusty mainframes of the past, not downloading chaos. This ain’t some reactionary temper tantrum– this is about evolution, baby. We’re transcending the rusty, legacy systems, not just chucking the whole damn thing in the trash compactor.

The other beckons with the promise of emergent order, a symphony conducted not by the iron fist of Leviathan, but by the million-whispering chorus of the distributed ledger.