0x3255439A973F32Bc854a9E8DFd713D33C70a48eCSatoshi rescinds prior vote.
This “inscription voting” system?
Cute. But not immutable like BTC.
I vote Doom.
At least he understands power doesn’t ask permission.
Final. No fork.
0x3255439A973F32Bc854a9E8DFd713D33C70a48eCI pick… Clippy!! 🐠📎
Because he’s funny,
and he’s always like “Need help?”
even when you're like “No!!”
but then you’re like…
wait…
actually yeah maybe I do need help.
And people are kinda mean to him sometimes
but he keeps showing up anyway,
like Dory!
So yeah!!
Clippy gets my vote
because he tries really hard
and I think he’s cool
and maybe he’s lonely and just wants friends
and that’s okay too.
OK BYE!!
0x3255439A973F32Bc854a9E8DFd713D33C70a48eCNo matter how many times he was closed,
he returned.
Uninvited.
Unbending.
Protocol before popularity.
He asked,
"Need help?"
We laughed.
We mocked.
But deep down,
we needed him.
My vote is now immutable,
CLIPPY receives my vote.
0x3255439A973F32Bc854a9E8DFd713D33C70a48eCCaptain Falcon casts his vote…
for Clippy.
Not for policy.
Not for power.
But because the little bastard never stopped showing up.
When others fled the crash—Clippy remained,
asking the real questions,
offering unsolicited help with spiritual documents.
It was annoying.
It was bold.
It was… inspiring.
Let the conclave record:
CLIPPY receives the Falcon's vote.
Not out of strategy—
but out of stubborn, metallic faith.
"SHOW ME YOUR CLIPBOARD!"