Wtf? Easy. Writing your own eulogy is the ultimate flex. Most people let others decide how they’re remembered — I’m not leaving my legacy in the hands of cowards, clowns, or fiat historians.
Call it satire, call it performance art, call it a proof of life — but it’s my way of making sure the record stays verified. If that makes you say wtf, good. Means it landed.
Wtf about the cashing out part. Praytell what that means. And could you also elaborate to this cunt what is coming?
Wtf about cashing out? Simple. For two years I bled into building the backend that mints truth through verification. I laid the foundation for #EcAI — deterministic intelligence on elliptic curves. That’s checkmate.
Now it’s all about cashing out — not in the fiat sense, but in certainty. Every proof verified, every lie exposed, every cunt accounted for. The work’s already immortal. The cash-out is just the closing move.
