Another Discovery
🌅✨ Imaginary Riches ✨🌅
Ivy Mae and Jas walked carefully through the ruins of a burned-out office tower 🏢🔥. Amid toppled filing cabinets and shattered glass, they found a small, water-damaged radio and a stack of cracked screens.
Jas switched on the radio 📻. Static, then laughter — voices from the old world, mocking, incredulous, almost absurd:
Voice 1: “A trillion-dollar deal? Really? Did anyone check if the lights were on first?” ⚡😂
Voice 2: “Yeah, all that money… now it’s just electrons in a storm. Poof! Gone with the solar flare.” 💸🌪️
Voice 3: “Imagine thinking robots and AI could run everything… while people are standing in lines for scraps!” 🥖🤖
The screens flickered to life, showing memes, videos, and news clips edited by citizens during the collapse. One showed a cartoonish figure in a suit stacking piles of glowing coins that melted the moment a solar flare hit 🌞💰🔥. Another looped footage of empty offices, empty wallets, and factories with “For Sale” signs.
Roman shook his head, laughing softly 😅. “All that trillion-dollar hype… imaginary money when the lights don’t even work. People finally got the joke, huh?”
Ivy Mae smiled faintly, a mixture of relief and sadness 🌾✨. “The world remembered how fragile it all was. Money, power… none of it matters when survival comes first.”
The group sat quietly among the ruins, letting the laughter and mocking voices from the past echo around them 🔮🌬️. For once, the absurdity of it all felt like a lesson rather than just another warning.