Chainlink Suicide

explain plz

Nice style OP. Image is kino too.

Some called the implementation of the system the first real implementation of natural rights. No need to appeal to a higher power or the nature of man. A simple oracle and distributed PMC did the job.

Any violation of rights within the regions governing contract would immediately be reviewed and justice swift and sweet delivered in a moments notice.

As the drinks piled up over the evening he became acutely aware of the eyesockets that surrounded his field of view. Something once erased bubbles to the surface of his consciousness, signs of imminent shut down. Breathing heavy. Awkward. Spinning.

He throws up on his neighbors lap. The smell of Quinahol, meatmixX, and bile filled his nostrils. His neighbor simply looked up shook his head--walked away--pity the prime.

Eyes bat. Crawled out of his plastique head and came to. Headache started to appear and fade with his heartbeat. The transactions had left him with just 15% of his short-term liquid assets remaining. Physical space violation, biosphere violation, disgust inducement, a pair of pants, a pair of shoes, oracle fee, council fee. The reimbursements and recompense for his actions had been made almost immediately after 13 council review and as always. Justice delivered.

Absolutely based and epic schizophrenic poster. All have been added to my copypasta folder

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This is one of the best utopias/dystopias of all time. Bravo!

Seen you post these before user. Your ideas and vision are incredible. Are these just random pieces or are you working on anything larger?

You don't understand, there are no drugs or psychological problems involved.

Clonedaddy system -- every few years, ranging from 10 to 30 some number of copies of yourself are created. Artificial womb, mitochondria-less egg, your own DNA, your mother's mitochondria. The perfect recipe for the final consolidation. Long chain clone daddies control most of the remainder of world assets. Playing on levels abstract. LINK, BTC, physical assets -- ancient manuscripts and collectibles. Even the remaining banking institutions never bothered to hold anything physical -- to much risk, too difficult to product, impossible to syndicate. Irreparable damages and all.

The clonedaddies passed down simple knowledge: compound interest, law of primogeniture, long term planning, education. For the first time ever, long term planning with yourself could occur over 200+ year timespans. Finally eliminating the waste from shortened timepreference decisionmakers.

Sometimes longchain daddymommy pairs might actually decide to mix and start a new longchain but this was rare, even frowned upon. New mixtures seldom kept their chain going much longer than a few generations. Not to mention the everpresent fear of disrupting the delecate balance of power that has kept things in place for so long.

Those wondering about the end only need to read the archive.

It wasn't long after the Computerized Assassination Marketplaces came online that the governments decided to hand over the reigns to the last thing that mattered. The money monopoly.

"The sovereignty of the United States will not be challenged by
foreign anonymous cowards.", Speaker K commanded to the floor of
the United States senate as it passed legislation to institute a value
added tax and create a separate bracket for crypto currency related
income and capital gains (though leaving traditional carried interest
in the lower bracket). Concurrently, a distributed network of
legislative focused LINK oracles signaled to their clients that the
bill was passed by the senate. CAM was one, of millions, of clients to
this particular contract. The CAM oracle smart contract immediately
deposited 3 BTC into
the wallet of a smart security linked to the blockchain key man
insurance contracts of all US Senators. The cryptosecurity states that
3 BTC equivalent will be deposited into the wallet of the security
holder if more than 6 US Senators are killed in the next 48 hours.

The contract was held by the world’s third largest distributed crypto
assassination market place.

Seven different crypto assassination providers released a total of 45
microdrones each equipped with a small explosive charge and a face
recognition neural network. 2 hours and 15 minutes later, 16 US
Senators were dead, unfortunately for the security holders, there were
no bonuses for surpassing the quota.

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After the money monopoly it wasn’t long until they
rescinded the monopoly on the legitimate use of violence in their
territory. Leading to the final dissolution.

The provision of security is now efficiently managed
through smartcontracts enmeshed with a distributed oracle sensor
networks. You place an anti-crime stake on your head of X coin which
is instantly transferred to the victim of any crimes you commit. The
courts were long ago replaced with thoughtless, distributed, and swift
justice delt by LINK lords.

Any low stake or off blockchain individual is immediately restrained
if they attempt to enter high stakes private property. Anyone without
a coin stake is liable to commit crimes and clearly unable to pay
restitution. They are simply---physically removed.

Unless they're an enforcer, no sane citizen would attempt to enter a
low stake / no stake zone. No more than they might enter into the
death pits of the Parisian caliphate or an early 2000s citizen might
attempt to vacation in Fallujah, Iraq.

Only the finest schizo delusions are found on Jow Forums.

Post moar

This is good, this is really good. Holy shit this is good, this is the best thinking and writing I've seen in years. I hope you dont mind but I'm going to make a thread on /x/ with your stuff I think they will appreciate it.

Blech, huuuunnnnnggg, blech, huuunnnngngng. Slip slide. Another slips
past me. Why? People slip and slide past, visually blurred. A thick
mucous folded everything. It always had. Enmeshed between bodies. An
amniotic fluid of oxygen, nutrients, hydration, trace excrement before
cleanse. Not necessarily unpleasant. Cramped. You can sometimes get
deep enough inside that the roundness outside disappears. Human bodies
turn it from the bright yellow of the edges to red, orange fringecolor
to the final dark grey and then silent black of the center. Towards
the edgeworld light. Towards the center dark. No striving, no.

Why did The Governor keep 7 billion people in a 1mile high, wide,
thick, transparent cube? An AI assisted miracle it was called. The
final show of force for anybody who might question things. Could they
put people in there for punishement? Of course not. Were they actually
people? It was debated until the end of time --- not certain but
almost certain. Was anybody punished by actually being put in there?
Yes, people lived and people died in the cube they were born of the
cube, never removed and never put in. From a pure legal perspective
they weren't considered people. They couldn't be---too horrific to
think of that. They were merely like the animals once eaten --- a
reminder that not everybody enjoys the same level of protection that
was supplied by the system. Something as a reminder --- you don't have
an escape, you don't want to be reborn as a cubee do you?

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Imageboards novelty had worn off after a few decades post-singularity. Well, that's not entirely accurate. Rebeccablacktech's general artificial intelligence had plugged what remained of their de-facto Jow Forums API to smart contracts in order to scrape any content from the intermeshed hivemind of mental-energy stakers and general purpose AI.

In this sense it wasn't really empty, just a few bots snowboarding on a valley of icecream

Users paid for their access to the distributed computational mind through whatever the consensus of the hivemind was as to the value of the knowledge, unfortunately for them, that often meant they were stuck there forever

Imagine a raven pushing down before assuming flight. The flexing of its legs as it launches from the branch. The branch swings down, swings up. Returning to equilibrium. Now imagine that same action on the same branch but this time with 3 million ravens. That branch swings down, it doesn't swing up, it snaps.

The braindrain from the European Union to the freestaat as they became known as during the last decades of the old regime sapped her of any hope of standing up alone. The critical mass of intelligence, integrity, and work ethic was not to be found there at that time or ever again. The fal of the west was not actually the fall of the west but the fall of the decadent west that had decided it was better to make wine and philosophy than to dominate the intellectual space financial space, the seas, actual space, cyberspace, or any other 'space' for that matter. Imperialism of 'space'---a 20th century specter here and gone.

The remaining caliphates established, far more enlightened than the neoliberal corprocratic order that existed before. No culture, no language, no shared values Just...... wine? cheese? old ducal titles and a shared sense that they were the aristocracy of the world and yet they somehow didn't realize they were in the stagnant pool in their back yard phase.

Good shit. I have a sense you're just going to keep writing whether we reply or not

Thanks bro

The human brain is a miraculous pattern recognition system. Regardless
of the patterns that its fed it finds order, builds a world model ,
and allows the entity possessing it to interact and build upon the
world around it. The Beijing experiments were a horrific but
interesting take on this exact concept. children of the senses they
were called. 感官孩子。The children were blind but communicated with a
complicated audiovisual-taste language using dynamic chemical
synthesis and real time communication of their visual fields. A
spray-bottle filled with capsaicin, a body in pure pain.

They were still better off than the minecraft babies, strapped to
birthing pods with headsets fused into their skin. Unable to remove
them, sad, but not as sad as being unable to realize the world and
physics they knew were simulations. It was the least expensive proof
to date of the simulation hypothesis. Some doubted its validity but
none doubted the fact that after 25 years the kids still hadn't
figured things out. Visitors let in (only dozens at a time) would
often come to them with the same fevered religiosity of a prophet.
Telling then tales of the outside world. They were taken with about
as much seriousness as they deserved. No proof, no pudding.

OP this is based as fuck. I've had this idea of being a longchain clone daddy for years now, but my friends look at me like i'm crazy when I mention it.

The aurora australis danced in suspended time over James' head as he looked up to the sky. A wave a jealousy swept over him as he saw his mate move towards another bird. Doubt. Was my coat not preened enough? Did I not vocalize properly? Fear. He buzzed in rage and clumsily charged towards his spouse, Franklin. After clarifying that he was to remain monogamous by attacking his potential mistress, Franklin began again to cuddle against the synthetic feathers of James' 4 and a half foot tall emperor penguin suit; the suit was a near perfect recreation of the flightless Antarctic bird. He had birthed a child with Franklin and loved him dearly. Seven months prior, he used his suit's artificial vagina to receive a deposit of liquid energy mixed with Franklin's genetic material. Embarrassingly, James had to go back to the laboratory to fertilize his egg. He remembered immense feeling of pride as he daintily carrying the egg back in his hands before dropping it to his feet to rest and incubate. By the first quarter of the following year he would begin testing of revision 3 of the suit; complete with integrated egg fertilizing system.

His research was partly funded by the Japanese Imperial government and party through trans-species fetishists. Japan went 锁国 after the Third World War but grants continue to flow in for intellectual and creative pursuits they deem are worthy. Regardless of their foreign origin.

Lot of you nulinkers need to be reminded about pre historic bitcoin history. Nerds and geeks who mined and bought hundred thousands of them, kept them all in the same addresses, bragged about how stupid rich they were, just to disappear or turn up "suicided".
Never keep all your eggs in one basket
Never brag about your wealth
Never disclose your wealth
Never share informations as crucial as your amount of tokens with ANYBODY on here
Stay far away from honeypots
Mistrust everybody

Children rhymes children reasons always evolved over the centuries.
Something similar something different. Seemingly written and authored
by an adult but spread along the school grounds, first private then
state then private again for centuries, like wildfire.

chinese japanese dirty knees look at these

milk milk lemonade round hte corner fudge is made
stick your finger up the hole out comes a tootsie roll

there's a place in france where the naked ladies dance
there's a hole in the wall where the boys can see it all
the police don't care cause they're in their underwear

"swing linker swing linker swing from the rope"
"greed got your best and you now come to cope"
"swing linker swing linker, gas yourself quick"
"1000 end of year you'll soon suck dick"

Nothing changes.

It is fascinating how this century will be the century of cults. I was joking when I laid out my visions for everybody interested to read, I was shitposting when posting the mantras in the box, and the leg seems to have taken it serious. Good for him, I still would have rather seen the robots battles in sandboxes, but well the false prophets won. Adaptation is survival of the fittest.

Historically the market dialectic involved family and markets. The
ultimate incentive of the entrepreneur is often to enrich him, his
immediate kin, and all future progeny. The impetus of markets is to
find and fix capital misallocations. While naturally the entrepreneur
is the ultimate re-allocate of capital the markets provide a means of
doing so with minimal shoeleather cost and the friction goes away to
the point that the market traders can sit behind their screens and
simply code up their version of optimal global capital allocation and
have their machines go to tower.

The nature of the business fundamentally changed in the 22nd century
after essentially all companies were now established as smart
contracts that were often immediately traded on the public markets.
THE advantage is that the capital markets had become so efficient that
raising money to start a company was as easy submitting a form on the
wired. The hard part was that most companies couldn't deal with teh
actual stresses of being a publicly traded business from day one. A
la the suicide of our hero in chapter 1.

The good news was that the businesses poorly managed was immediately
shorted in to oblivion. The activist shareholder type still existed
and the wealthy but potentially mismanaged family businesses still
existed. The former more often than not simply acquired the latter at
a price well beyond the NPV of future cash flows in the entrepreneur's
wildest valuations. True risk neutrality is expensive.

It was billed as the most extravagant evening anybody who was anybody
could experience. A crowd that made the Alfred E. Smith Memorial
Foundation Dinner look provincial.

These weren't the public facing type of well-to-do. These were the
behind the scenes. Chainlink barons. Hard hitting Jews. Jesuit
coadjutors. Bit bankers. Even a few Long-chain clone daddies.

Since the Urbit Diet of 2172, all scrip were backed on a few prime
assets and their induplicability. The only remaining Black Lotus
backed 1.2Tn worth of securitized assets. Pieter Brugel the Elder's
Triumpth of Death, Suicide of Saul, and Albrecht Durer's Self Portrait
at 28 backed 8 milion BTC wo8/rth of derivative assets and insurance
contracts, that's over 75% of the world's known active supply (~10.6M
at time of writing).

It's said in the past and again on the day the Edict was passed, that
the real was usurped by the simulacra. The only remaining things of
value were abstract works, no inherent value other than the whims of
PMP, a few Long-chain clone daddies, and rogue autonomous DAOs---the
only entities with a shell of mystery surrounding them thicker and
darker than that of the daddies.

What they saw that evening could come to be known as The Final Consolidation.

The audienc sat down and at precisely 6577777777, the seat-based
handcuffs locked them into their seats. An assault like this would
usually entail an automated emptying of anyone's staked assets into
the wallet of the victim. However, as the perpetrator walked on stage,
the audience realized the gravity of their situation. An unstaked
human.

For an unstaked human to breath air in the same 30km radius of a
Long-chain clone daddy was already a violation of the Beijing Treaty
and hundreds of billions of dollars of chain backed insurance
contracts, whose smart contracts were immediately triggered and
emptied into the

bank accounts of the Long-chain daddies in question. The Consolidation
resulted in the bankruptcy of no fewer than 6 dozen syndicates and
countless agents, agencies, and corporations.

"You're gathered here today to witness my final contribution to The System."

Seven dozen Key Items were rolled out onto the stage. The audience
couldn't believe their eyes. Alpha Black Lotus, Bant Diamond
(suspected to be the only remaining child stone of the re-butchered
Hope Diamond), the only remaining tablet original of the Lament of Ur,
Rou Xing Stone, the engrossed and signed Declaration of Independence,
The Fritz Engraving, papiro biblioteca rylands p52, and the Harper
Fragment. These items represented the backing assets for Trillions of
on-chain assets and nearly all non-chain assets in the world.

A molten tub was brought out to the center of the platform. One by
one, the assets were submerged. Permanent erasure. As for the Bant
Diamond. That was merely transformed into graphite and pulverized,
before being dropped into the molten pool.

"Now all that remains is the public / private keypair for each of these assets."

No more did the cryptographic representation of the items represent
anything at all beyond its inability to be replicated. Not unlike the
original assets themselves.

//

The audience outside was greeted by a swarm of news agents as they
fled the theatre.

He could build intricate maps of the city in his mind. Despite
existing in a squash room-like
concrete chamber. He threw. Bounce. Catch. Item delivered. Throw.
Bounce. Relay Catch. Item delivered. Schedule. Relay. Bounce. Check.

Delivered.

He commanded packages around the city with the easy that a boy
joyfully throws a ball against a hard surface. Knowing it will bounce.
Not knowing how high. But striving.

Stanek wore an early 21st century wireless headset that was popular
with outsourced voicework before the neuravoice NLP farms took that
over. Travelling salesman problems were still the domain of skilled
humans tapping deep into their creative subconscious.

Trapped in a room. The davinci of a generation.

Courier

Dis
Patch

Tortoise Dynamics was written in liquidsilver lettering above his head.

so i don't get the longchain clonedaddy thing. it's not like your consciousness is transferred to the next clone - so the only you is still you, even if an identical copy on a genetic level exists. in essence this is no different than having children... arguably worse, even. instead of selecting a mate to combine your strengths and her strengths, you're fossilizing your lineage to a fixed point in time. individuals with high time preference aren't going to turn to low time preference because of an immortal lifespan. they're already essentially immortal in relation to their time preference, i.e. they act to satisfy their immediate desire in the next 5 seconds even though their lifespan is over 80 years. the only hope for these people is a change in their genetic makeup