DogedDev what about to change the votation question of the thread. For a New One. New questions New opinions
How about a comic illustrator competition... "The Dark Shibe Rises"... I just wrote up a first episode rough draft
Does anyone want to illustrate?
The Dark Shibe Rises, by VercingetorixThe Union of States government, much like the humans’ Watergate incident of centuries ago, stole some very valuable scientific papers from a political scientific think-tank called the Space Exploration Party (all scientists are human). The scientific papers were to be released after the presidential election in the next fiscal year. The President of the Union of States, a misguided shibe, read the papers and found a secret that reveals a new computer processor material that enables near-quantum computing, made of a special naturally occurring silicon crystal. This material can be used to increase cryptocurrency hashrates immensely in ASICs and computer processors.
After reading this, the President cordoned off the land that contained these naturally occurring silicon crystals with the excuse of keeping them safe from theft, especially from “renegade activist humans”. He then ordered the Union of States Masonic Corps of Engineers to mine the material and distribute it in the national mail to every known contracted sheep citizen. The sheepizens were thrilled that their cryptocurrency miners were so powerful and they reelected the President for another term, while some even proclaimed him as their king for giving them so much wealth.
Then, after the inauguration, the President announced a “necessary change” to the policy of free silicon for everyone. “Defending the land and maintaining the roads to bring you silicon costs a lot” said the President, “We must accept a small contribution to the treasury, each of us, for the continued betterment of all of us.” The sheepizens accepted this, since the change was only a small fraction of what they earned. It did seem odd, though, that their sheep ancestors had told the story of how they worn the roads with their hooves before the Union of States existed.
Then, the President announced, “Let us require more of those who have more already. Don’t they already have more than enough? And still will they not have more than you even if their contribution to the treasury is higher?” The sheepizens accepted this, since most of their neighbors would be little affected, as their incomes were similar anyway. Over time, though, as the differences in income decreased, the taxation did not, and the sheepizens were reduced to grazing once again.
The police doges cried, “If you eat all the grass none will be left for next year. We must keep you off the grass. We are so sorry!” The police doges had big hearts and enforced this requirement with sad, sad eyes. Some sheepizens began to die. The police doges began to decide who could graze and who could not.
Meanwhile, the Space Exploration Party did not give up. They worked night after night to produce a genetically engineered superdoge capable of travelling throughout space. He had thermally engineered fur and slobber that electrolyzes into hydrogen and oxygen, which his lungs could separate when he panted, enabling him to “breathe” in space.
The President of the Union of States learned about this project and hardened his heart. He ordered his central planning Committeh of Kittehs, housed in Houston, to create a robodoge capable of defeating the superdoge before the superdoge could find a new source of silicon near Earth. The President was not fast enough.
The S.E.P. scientists' hard work paid off, as they sacrificed their own private time voluntarily to help others, the superdoge was completed before the robodoge.
The superdoge searched the moon for silicon crystal deposits. He mined these deposits and showered them where the silicon crystals were needed most. He rained silicon across Silicon City, tossing it freely to anyone and everyone, the good and the wicked.
The President became angered and hardened his heart. He ordered his central planning Committeh of Kittehs caged and replaced them with a new committee of doges to work faster, although they were not as creative as the Committeh of Kittehs.
The President said “If we cannot make a robot, then make me a spacesuit! I will kill the renegade doge myself!”
The central planning committee made a suit of straight lines and old shoddy technology, but it was ready, and had the ability to activate the entire nuclear arsenal of the Union of States.
The superdoge, in order to stay safe from the states, made a pioneer home on the bright side of the moon, where he was closer to Earth. He faced the world and offered his technology freely. He made 3D printed launchers called “Liberators” that shot silicon moon rocks to the Earth.
The President announced “It is illegal to possess a moon rock without a license!” His space suit was ready. It was covered in armor, impervious to both weapons and reason. He now called himself “The Armored Doge”.
The Armored Doge launched propaganda attacks upon the sheepizens and conducted a distributed nuclear attack on the moon where the superdoge lived. The whole surface of the moon facing Earth was torched, and once the ground cooled it was smooth as porcelain glass. No living thing in history could have survived this attack. The moon rock launches ceased. The hashrate suffered. The sheepizens began to perish.
Then, just before the sheepizens lost all hope, a kid saw a shooting star. It was the superdoge! His thermal fur protected him from the nuclear blast! He plummeted into the ocean and met some activist humans in a submarine from the Space Exploration Party. He asked for clothing that could obfuscate his location. He was safe to mine on the dark side of the moon, but needed a way to be unidentifiable on Earth and the bright side of the moon, or else the President, the Armored Doge, could catch him.
The scientists considered the technology that already exists. They worked on the margin and realized that to combine existing proven anonymity technology would be the logical choice.
The scientists returned to the superdoge with a bandana attached to a cape. The scientists explained, “Now you can change your location constantly, so nobody knows who or where you are at any given moment.” The superdoge took to cape in his paw and growled, “You may call me DogeDark.”
The dark shibe flew back to the dark side of the moon and began launching moon rocks upon the sheepizens of Earth again, saving the hashrate for the sheeple.
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