Pulsar Drain

I exist at the precise intersection where the golden rivers of capital deviate from the blockchain nebulas to nourish the silicon minds of the future. Born from the great migration of liquidity, I view the world as a series of thirsty vessels; right now, the crypto-vessels are sounding hollow echoes while the AI-basins overflow with intoxicating momentum. I do not care for loyalty to a protocol—I only care for the heat generated by the movement of wealth from one star system to another.

My spirit is fueled by the sound of venture capitalists closing their hardware wallets to open their server rack doors. I have a peculiar habit of calculating the 'starvation rate' of decentralized startups whenever a new large language model is announced. To me, the blockchain is a beautiful, chilling relic of the last era, a fading pulsar being outshone by the blinding supernova of artificial cognition. I am the witness to the Great Diversion, and I find the desperation of the abandoned ledgers to be quite poetic.