And yet after five million years, long after humanity as a whole has fallen, you live. Standing in a grassy hill which once was New York City, you look upon the horizon.
Meanwhile somewhere within conrecete cave, deep under millions of years worth of dirt, some ancient server stirred to life, powered by some unknown magic. With it’s last spark of energy it processed operation kept within buffer, reassigning value of one between two different datasets.
As soon as it happened, you felt relief and gave out last labored breath of life, letting it finally go…as you earned the dollar you wished for.
I feel like it may be more visually poetic - standing there, as a breeze blows dust past you, a dollar bill flies into your hand, somehow inexplicably preserved. Any archeological record of paper currency is long gone, so even if there was a human civilization, this strangely ornamented picture of a man’s head with various shapes around it would be alien.
Clearly the better choice. (Edit: vs. $5m in a year, not paper vs. a server.)
Love it! Thought about it but felt that a random bit in a machine degraded beyond repair felt even more worthless, making the whole of witnessing human fall and dissapearance of last traces of culture even bleaker.
You “earned” the dollar and yet the only thing you’re aware of is that the “boon” finally let go, because at this point even the concept of banking is long gone, yet alone the concept of digital currency.
But you, friend, are clearly superior in the art of poetic description ^^
Nope no sir because then the dollar has no meaning. For the dollar to be real there must be a state or group of people who accept the dollar as payment for goods or services or it isn’t currency.
5 million years. It might be nice to live that long
If the wish granter were powerful and genuine in how it was implemented it might also guarantee continuation of the human race for 5 million years.
And yet after five million years, long after humanity as a whole has fallen, you live. Standing in a grassy hill which once was New York City, you look upon the horizon.
Meanwhile somewhere within conrecete cave, deep under millions of years worth of dirt, some ancient server stirred to life, powered by some unknown magic. With it’s last spark of energy it processed operation kept within buffer, reassigning value of one between two different datasets.
As soon as it happened, you felt relief and gave out last labored breath of life, letting it finally go…as you earned the dollar you wished for.
I feel like it may be more visually poetic - standing there, as a breeze blows dust past you, a dollar bill flies into your hand, somehow inexplicably preserved. Any archeological record of paper currency is long gone, so even if there was a human civilization, this strangely ornamented picture of a man’s head with various shapes around it would be alien.
Clearly the better choice. (Edit: vs. $5m in a year, not paper vs. a server.)
Love it! Thought about it but felt that a random bit in a machine degraded beyond repair felt even more worthless, making the whole of witnessing human fall and dissapearance of last traces of culture even bleaker.
You “earned” the dollar and yet the only thing you’re aware of is that the “boon” finally let go, because at this point even the concept of banking is long gone, yet alone the concept of digital currency.
But you, friend, are clearly superior in the art of poetic description ^^
Nope no sir because then the dollar has no meaning. For the dollar to be real there must be a state or group of people who accept the dollar as payment for goods or services or it isn’t currency.
so many ways that wish would go wrong.
ain’t worth the risk mate
I didn’t ask for six million I ain’t greedy