In the outer districts of transcondia, Emma opened her eyes in the calm surroundings of the chamber. It seemed to be neither night or day, and a greyish and muddied orange shone through the thin area where the curtain hadn't been closed completely. A memory in far distance embraced her body as she tried to remember, but there wasn't anything to remember. No sight, no thought, nothing. Thankful, opening up the thin but secure tuckbox, slow gentle fingers of past memories of food and taste. She pulled it open, and the forceful motion connected her to a memory that was more brisk now, heading towards elevator 23, a building, task, duty, forcefulness, investigation, murmur, cold lights. The remembrance installed a new protocol, the first of the day. Entering the through-gate of her temporary compartment, filled with a rainforest like atmosphere, composed of ethereous raindrops floating through thin air, dimmed neon-colors in greenish fashion, she stepped out. Emma replaced the skin-foil on her forarm for a new one. Double-check on status, then exit.
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Out into streets filled with greyish flocks of old skin-foil floating carelessly around, images of high contrast late summer evenings flushed the comparator, leaving no meaningful signal, no trace of nobody, just the streets and empty views, vacancy, leftover. The protocol was easy: find.:. Content: activities related to nova.:.
"The hunting spree initiated by S.O. Swampson got a lot of attention over the district of..."
"Let's face it, these criminals in their bunkers, hodlers, narcos, terrorists, doge-worshippers, cat-lovers are the worst..."
"... issued warnings of the latest activities of the nova mob, that has yet to be verified..."
Loudspeakers through every edge of every building, resonating with news, tickling down like dirty rain from open cracks and slits in slightly open windows of seemingly abandoned houses, updating even the remotest parts in this long dead district. "Long walks and many talks..." Emma started Protocol: flush demeanor :. "It will be a long day, thats for sure."
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Neon-Fungible Doges is a non-linear narrative, unfolding from a future past yet to come.
It’s more than a story, more than a book, it‘s a process embedded in the emerging blockchain-technologies, finalizing itself from the outer rims of dogeana, being more and more tokenized in the process, with a simple protocol: .: InfectHumanNature :.
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