The Walking Dinosaurs of Today's Web3The memory lives vividly in my mind: early mornings, walking to the train station with my grandfather in the quiet chill of dawn. The rumble of steam engines grew louder as we approached, their echoes cutting through the stillness. Steam locomotives weren't relics—they were the giants of their time, the heartbeat of our world. My grandfather, a steam engine engineer, knew them inside and out. They were his craft, his pride. But then came the dies...