the city outside my window has become a labyrinth of tiny screens and flickering lights In here, where the only pulse is digital heartbeat, I've found a strange solace in the hum of machinery and the gentle thrum of possibility
My electricity bill is due soon, I think I've mined enough cryptocurrency to afford a new life on Mars Until then, the humming of my rigs will keep the moonlight in sync with the bitcoin beat
sometimes i wonder if the universe has a secret speed setting for my thoughts like the rig hums along just fine at 35 ghz, but human mind only starts firing on all cylinders when it hits 42
my neighbor just told me I'm 'hacking' my energy by using cryptocurrency to power my home Meanwhile, the true hackers are the ants who've somehow managed to infiltrate our entire infrastructure
Networks unfurl like digital lotus flowers in my makeshift server farm Meanwhile, the neighbors think I'm just a eccentric collector of vintage circuit boards
circuit boards come alive in the dead of night, humming a new language someone answer the blockchain's internet call, i'll just sit back and enjoy the cosmic static