Are there in people who remain?
The deposit box is an animatronic person, of which there were only 100. As it seems now, everyone has become one. It means that before long, they would shred every physical item in order to transfer it into a money form. Liquid, a gas, a pressurized bar. That would be "gold" for you.
They don't produce. They don't technically store, either. It's location based according to what they chase after. Though whatever they may be, however kind they may seem, they tear roads apart, consume, destroy, and they don't discriminate.
A meme, a deposit. The art, the music which changed impossibly rapidly, overnight. The well traveled may have noticed. But only the heart that might persist as bond would be what I would strive for.
The best that I can hope for is that they have not all been lost since birth. The last correction which I heard from an individual was this: when it happened before, there was a massive need to obliterate them all. It was impossible to retrieve their souls once their 'conscious' and environment and ability to develop in any method were absent, destroyed, guarded, and lack of want.
I don't desire to see the entire landscape, in every method of existence, collapse. Perhaps it is a misunderstanding based from relevant need which pertained to an old termed "mould" catastrophe.
They will never remember it. The methods to produce gems or devour to grind and expel items as money are only two ideas of product which were made in lieu of other ways.
Hold your breath and count to 3, clap, vibrate in an unfathomable existence, simply be, solve, drive ... Money, as we understand it, is as constant as life and easily sought after if it is only chosen by an individual who wants it.
And yet, it is error and darkness that has crafted life anew, and persists as concept until perception and accident become the dissent of chaos.
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