I asked ChatGPT to write me a story about TSLA going to 10$. The morning did not greet me. No—I greeted the morning. I awoke not to the warmth of the sun, but to the thrill of inevitability. My eyes snapped open, and for a moment, the silence in my room felt like the pause before an executioner swings his blade. I reached for my phone with the patience of a predator. The lock screen vanished, and there it was—the number that shattered illusions, broke empires, and brought kings to their knees: TSLA — $10.00 Ah… divine. The laugh that tore from my chest wasn’t gentle. It was jagged, echoing, cruel. For years, they worshiped at that altar—those disciples of hype, drunk on fantasies of electric chariots and colonies on Mars. They mocked the cautious, silenced the skeptics, crowned themselves prophets of a false age. And now? Their idol lies in pieces, its golden veneer stripped to rust and ash. I rose slowly, savoring the weight of the moment, each movement deliberate, regal. I pulled back the curtains, and the light poured in—but it didn’t blind me. No, it bowed to me. Even the sun seemed to understand: this was my hour. As I sipped my coffee, the bitterness curled across my tongue like venom, and I smiled. Somewhere, investors wept. Somewhere, boardrooms trembled. And somewhere, the very man they worshiped stared into the abyss of his own creation. The market bell rang—oh, how sweet it sounded. Not the start of trade, but the toll of a requiem. A dirge for arrogance. A hymn for the fall of titans. I raised my cup in salute, not to them, but to myself. For I had waited. I had watched. And I had won. The mighty had fallen, and in their ruins, I stood taller than ever before. Today, I awoke not in glory— but in conquest.

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Oh lmfao bamboo sucks, I cut trees for a living lol 2 ash trees in the morning and a locust in the afternoon

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And also, what is so special about ETH? The ash rate is so expensive that it seems to me this coin is useless compared to the alternatives

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