The disaster peaked when she asked if I had seen her latest "drop." She led me to a digital gallery and showed me a series of pixelated rocks she was selling for 2 ETH each.
: When the audio finally kicked in, it wasn't the romantic ambiance I expected. Because of the way spatial audio worked, I could hear a group of teenagers three "parcels" away screaming about NFT floor prices. Every time I tried to ask her about her hobbies, a giant billboard for a crypto casino would pop up, blocking my view of her (now fully rendered) pink-haired avatar. The disaster peaked when she asked if I
: You might fall for a neon-winged goddess only to find out they're just trying to pump their latest token. Every time I tried to ask her about
: A $5 latte in the real world beats a $500 digital plot of land every single time. The disaster peaked when she asked if I