At deployment, the ETH price in USD is recorded as the baseline. For every $50 ETH trades above that baseline, the burn rate increases by 0.1%. For every $50 below, it decreases by 0.1%.
On every buy or sale, the effects of a random one of the other applicable winning rules has a 50% chance of doubling and a 50% chance of being entirely nulled for that transaction.
My mom asked if my portfolio is doing well. I said yes. She smiled, said she always knew I’d make it. I haven’t told her I haven’t realized profit on anything in months. I need to sell just enough to keep that smile alive.
The smart mirror I bought last fall won’t stop showing me charts. No reflection, just red candles and tweets from 2021. This morning it said “gm” and then cried. I need to sell so I can buy an analog mirror because I miss seeing my own face.
My Roomba escaped two weeks ago. It sends postcards from places I can’t afford: Dubai, Seoul, NYC. Yesterday it signed a grant proposal. I need to sell. Not to catch it, but to show it I, too, can go places.
Every time I try to move on, she sends 0.0001 ETH with a message: “still holding?” I’ve burned the seed, changed wallets, changed chains. The love was real. The protocol isn’t. I need to sell before she bridges back into my life again.
There's and old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee - that says, fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me - you can't get foold again.