Sergeya “Ari” Nazarov, The Stacklet

It’s funny how once you make it, they always come out of the woodwork to get it from you. I told her for years about the oracle problem, the dawn of the Fourth Industrial Revolution, and even lent her my copy of Cult of The Black Cube; met with nothing but “k” and being left on read. Then, it happened. The glorious moment in which my suicide insurance finally paid off. “Three years”, I reply back to her, “You had three years”. I am met with every message being stained with a desperate emoji, asking if we want to “link up”. Oh the irony of that statement, for she will soon learn how truly “linked” I am. My stack will reach heights unseen since the days of Babel, and the stench will be only c...View all