McGee awoke with a start.
BTC just took off again for another bull for the third time this hour.
The year is 3030. Everything is on the blockchain; even the blockchain.
Our bug overlords have shown themselves to the nations. All has become of one governmental system. Known as the UGS, universal governmental system, this governing body stretched across the stars.
Humanity had been enslaved by the dreaded isotope 95.
All that the resistance could do was wait for a time to flee this dying planet.
Earth Had been lost. To our bug overlords. Humans have been McGee'd; our individuality taken from us. We never stood a chance. The united front that humanity had built against the lizards blinded them to the real threat. The bug. Only those who respected the bug above all else were spared from this McGreed of the real rulers of our ecosystem we called a solar system.
If only I could have saved more. If I could have only fell to the bottom of the economical food chain with more.
This was the only way to save myself from becoming a complete god forsaken McGee.
It was McMonday and this punk was about to be late for his first shift at McRestaurant. McGee never really had felt like he was special, individual or uncommon in any way. Today was no different. Today was just another day. In fact McGee was many. McGee was what our world had become.
This is our little McGee World.
This is the beginning of a story. A story that shows us how the humble McGee.
Went from minimum wage slave, to the punk of the century.
From working on Earth.
To owning
rings
of
Here
is
the drip
that started it all.
Created a wave that never
stops even reaching the shores.
McGee will become his full self
right in front of us all.
.
