Last night I had the dogest dream...You’ve just woken up and the weather looks nice this morning in Greece and you decide to go. You grab your Doge Freedom Passport, swimmers and leave. As you fly over cities at 690mph in your Model Ɖ, advertisements are offered to you from people who couldn’t afford to leave the cities and now live in permanent quarantine. People selling organs, virginity, etc. One ad strikes you. A father selling his entire 33 year old body in exchange for a freedom passport for his daughter. Priced at 1Ɖ they are almost completely out of reach for the inhabitants of Zucker’s VR land where the Universal Basic Income to scroll feeds, test the daily vaccines and agree with all fact checked information is fixed at .1Ɖ per year. You wish there was something you could do.
How different your life would have been had you not bought those 10000 doge for under $10 before the great reset, you wonder. If it weren’t for being in the top .1% elite and having access to the Doge Health Foundation maybe you’d consider the organs, but that won’t be necessary for you for another 30 years as you feel in prime condition at only age 184.
Feeling a bit peckish and wanting to deviate from the regular travel snacks, you notice an outlier village pinging you offering non-synthetic meat. Strange. Even though you’ve been on this trip a thousand times before you’d never noticed this place on the map. You query the stop and it appears the inhabitants, like a lot in great bifurcation of the 20’s moved to gold and silver standard. You only carry Doge. You check the current price…. 4.2Ɖ/kg. Your model Ɖ slows down to parcel receive speed and as a courier drops out of low-earth-orbit to offload your 1kg bar. “Transaction: c69a7251dee995c83c519167af268335fc6d547c843431cee6aa24e6c626b009 is complete”. Who would have thought 100 years ago gold would be delivered by the Musk Mint like doordash by space drones. It’s a bit pricier than you’d like… worth it.
As you land in the village, many gather to greet. You return the greeting however it is met with an awkward silence. After a few moments you realise, of course, the inhabitants are not neurally connected and still communicate primarily with the biological mouth. You stutter out some words vaguely resembling old english “hello” and sit down at the table. It’s been a while. The real meat is absolutely delicious.
As you take your final bite you catch the stare of a local village girl watching and waiting. You feel something… something you haven’t felt in over 73 years ever since you lost your wife to the rebellion of 2069. She has a pure aura, lush untouched lips and rosy cheeks. You consider taking a snapshot so you can reproduce her for artificial later on, but she’s even too pure for that. Girls like this should never be on the grid.
In the background, children are running barefoot on grass chasing one another with a dog. Some men are chipping away something with some wood laughing with their actual faces. So primitive. It’s lovely. Who would have thought shit like this would be healthier than 16+ hours a day in front of light emitting diodes.
The meal costs only 1gram but you leave the whole kilo on the table as a gesture of gratitude. It’s not every day you have an experience like this and the whole thing has brought back that Doge feeling of generosity you felt as a kid. Perhaps after they have paid the 95% Gates No Poor PeopleTM tax they could get something nice. You make a departure, but as you leave the girl grabs your wrist and wraps a magical golden band around it.
“Come back for me when you’ve finished” she says.
“Finished what?” You ask.
“Setting them free”.
She hands you a thumb drive. Something you haven’t seen in person since you can't remember. You can’t access it now that all file storage today is stored on the ChipTM but your Model Ɖ will 3D print a reader while you swim.
“You arrived in Crete, sir”. You land.The water looks crystal clear and refreshing. You dip in your toes. How convincingly real it is. You wish she was here.
You take a moment to breath it all in. How lucky you are to live like this while nodogers live in a sim selling their body parts to pay for electricity. If only there were a way you could go back in time and wake people up and tell them to buy 1 doge so they could afford the freedom passport and not live a life locked in the quarantine zones getting paid only .1Ɖ per year and need to additionally sell their organs if they want to buy nice things for their VR apartments.
Neuralink informs you the drive reader is ready to your utter disbelief. 420,690,710 Doge Freedom Passports.
Your jaw drops. Exactly 1 freedom pass for every single person on earth.
Suddenly you are jolted. You open your eyes. It was just a dream. Your wife is laying beside you and your heart is racing. What a vision. As you roll over onto your side - your heart stops. The thumb drive is on the night stand beside you with your magical wrist band, and receipt.
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1 x Proof of Receipt
rarible.com
1 x The Gift
rarible.com
420,690,710 x Doge Freedom Passes
rarible.com
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