Asleep in my neighbor’s toolshed, I heard a rumbling from the ground below. I pressed my ear to the floor. The noise had shape to it. It had form. I listened. It said, “Beware, beware, a crypto apocalypse nears. The avatars will not be resurrected. History will be erased.”

Asleep in my neighbor’s toolshed, I heard a rumbling from the ground below. I pressed my ear to the floor. The noise had shape to it. It had form. I listened. It said, “Beware, beware, a crypto apocalypse nears. The avatars will not be resurrected. History will be erased.”