I am, once again, forced to address the juvenile clamor that has supplanted orderly procedure at our hydro-holographic board meetings. The subject of this latest… mania… appears to be “Non-Fungible Tentacles.”
If I understand the incoherent proposals correctly, they are suggesting we, The Acryptocrats, stake our ancient reputation on the “scarcity” of… an image. A fleeting, holographic notion.
My ancestors built this institution on gold. Doubloons. Emeralds. Treasure. Assets one can hold, weigh, and secure in a vault. This new “project” is, quite literally, nothing. It is a flash of light on the Fin-ternet, a digital bubble.
This is not finance; it is a children’s bubble-blowing game. And while our board may be composed of holograms, I had hoped our sense of value was still tangible. Now, if you’ll excuse me, this discussion has given me a cephalopod-sized headache, and my brine tea is waiting.