WHEN: June 12, 2023 WHERE: Choose Your Own Train Station WHO: @walledupward
There it was, done. The last of her exams sat, her second year of university come to a close. Of course, Zafira wasn’t the kind of girl who would sit around all summer and wait for fall, she had as many courses lined up for the three months to come as she could (not enough). Three years already felt like too many to spend getting only two degrees, she’d feel better about it if she could finish in two and a half, but the professors weren’t as eager to work as she was.
Point being, she suddenly had more time than she was used to having, and she intended to fill it. It was her first day off in months. No class, restaurant closed for repairs to the stovetop, soccer practice canceled.
Zafira checked her reflection quickly in the tiny square mirror above the bathroom sink and, satisfied, set out to take the long train route around the island and to the mines, flyers tight under her arms that detailed the environmental dangers of ethereum mining.
The first stop was Lower St. Vlad’s. She hopped out of the train car and onto the platform. “Do you have a second to talk about---” she must have asked a dozen people. Zafira felt little discouragement when she went ignored. This wasn’t her first rodeo. If no one would listen to her here, she could always ride to the next.
“Did you know 45% of the chemical byproduct from burning off ethereum is dumped into the ocean at Port Grave?” she offered, along with a flyer. When they invented a less wasteful way to spread information in person she’d use it. “Don’t take it if you don’t actually want it,” she warned.
