So, there I was, squeezed into the janky time machine, shooting through the years like an email through an ethernet cable. I landed, if you can call it that, in a future that smelled suspiciously like desperation and old dreams. Right there, towering over the weeds on the side of what used to be a freeway, was this billboard screaming "We Buy Your NFTs"…
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