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This is the Never Finished sTory (NFT)

Should you buy this NFT, you're not a collector; you're an author. You are bound by these rules:

  1. You must add to what has come before. A little or more than a little, it's up to you.
  2. You must relist for sale or auction within 72 hours to allow others to add to our story.
  3. Cut and paste the story from beginning to where it is currently to allow all to read the story thus far.

Here is where we start: As she floated off into the vastness of space, it occurred to Dot the sign had been right all along. "Don't press this button!" It wasn't the first time she had pushed when she should have backed off, but it was looking very definitively as though it might be her last. "It's been a life, huh, Universe?" She said aloud even though there wasn't another person within a million miles. Dot closed her eyes and thought of all the people who had been there for her even when she wasn't there for herself. She cried.
"It hasn't even been half of one." The voice whispered in her ear as she lost consciousness. She dreamed of her sister. Bea only spoke to her in dreams now. "You pushed that button, didn't you?" Bea asked with that trademark smirk of hers. "I miss you." Dot said, choking back tears. "You're fine!" Bea said with a frantic tone. "Fine! You're fine!" Dot had her eyes opened by Bot, her manic, synthetic, Jill-of-all-trades H.e.l.p.e.r.
Once again, Dot regretted buying the floor model. "You pressed the button! Why?! You are so lucky I'm here for you! SO LUCKY! You could have been killed!" Bot said as she zoomed about the medical bay jabbing Dot with this and that. "Bot!" Dot said. "Why don't you just take a knife and stick it right in my access portal!? You might as well with the way you act!" "BOT!" Dot said as she sat straight up. Bot stopped speaking but changed her face screen to let it be known she was not at all happy. "Yeah, I pressed the button." "Well, never do that again! You almost fried my innards!" "Yeah, that's the thing. I need you to bring me that button." Dot said, zipping her suit back up. "What?! No! Why?!" "Somethings out there. I need to go back. Now." Dot said as she put her helmet back on. Bot recognized a command when she heard it, but as she retrieved the button, she switched her face screen to a very disapproving look.

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My name is Aaron Haber and I am The Non-Fungible Fictionist.I've created a new literary form known as Non-Fungible Fiction where the NFT sale inspires the Writer to create an original written work and deliver it to the Collector within 1 week.Here's a sample of the guiding principles and rules:Non-fungible fiction is an artistic collaboration between the Writer and the Collector.The Collector is purchasing the creative output of that Writer for that moment in time.The Collector is the Writer’s anonymous muse providing the spark and deadline to create the piece.The piece may be long or short or even very short.It may be polished or a f-cking mess.It is the Non-Fungible Fiction Writer’s creative moment in time.Rule #1 Writing begins when the NFT is purchased and not before.See the other rules for the Non-Fungible Fiction Form on Twitter (@AaronHaber) + IG (@AaronHaberLive)

Contract Address0x495f...7b5e
Token ID
Token StandardERC-1155
ChainEthereum
MetadataCentralized
Creator Earnings
10%

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This is the Never Finished sTory (NFT)

Should you buy this NFT, you're not a collector; you're an author. You are bound by these rules:

  1. You must add to what has come before. A little or more than a little, it's up to you.
  2. You must relist for sale or auction within 72 hours to allow others to add to our story.
  3. Cut and paste the story from beginning to where it is currently to allow all to read the story thus far.

Here is where we start: As she floated off into the vastness of space, it occurred to Dot the sign had been right all along. "Don't press this button!" It wasn't the first time she had pushed when she should have backed off, but it was looking very definitively as though it might be her last. "It's been a life, huh, Universe?" She said aloud even though there wasn't another person within a million miles. Dot closed her eyes and thought of all the people who had been there for her even when she wasn't there for herself. She cried.
"It hasn't even been half of one." The voice whispered in her ear as she lost consciousness. She dreamed of her sister. Bea only spoke to her in dreams now. "You pushed that button, didn't you?" Bea asked with that trademark smirk of hers. "I miss you." Dot said, choking back tears. "You're fine!" Bea said with a frantic tone. "Fine! You're fine!" Dot had her eyes opened by Bot, her manic, synthetic, Jill-of-all-trades H.e.l.p.e.r.
Once again, Dot regretted buying the floor model. "You pressed the button! Why?! You are so lucky I'm here for you! SO LUCKY! You could have been killed!" Bot said as she zoomed about the medical bay jabbing Dot with this and that. "Bot!" Dot said. "Why don't you just take a knife and stick it right in my access portal!? You might as well with the way you act!" "BOT!" Dot said as she sat straight up. Bot stopped speaking but changed her face screen to let it be known she was not at all happy. "Yeah, I pressed the button." "Well, never do that again! You almost fried my innards!" "Yeah, that's the thing. I need you to bring me that button." Dot said, zipping her suit back up. "What?! No! Why?!" "Somethings out there. I need to go back. Now." Dot said as she put her helmet back on. Bot recognized a command when she heard it, but as she retrieved the button, she switched her face screen to a very disapproving look.

Non-Fungible Fiction 1.0 collection image

My name is Aaron Haber and I am The Non-Fungible Fictionist.I've created a new literary form known as Non-Fungible Fiction where the NFT sale inspires the Writer to create an original written work and deliver it to the Collector within 1 week.Here's a sample of the guiding principles and rules:Non-fungible fiction is an artistic collaboration between the Writer and the Collector.The Collector is purchasing the creative output of that Writer for that moment in time.The Collector is the Writer’s anonymous muse providing the spark and deadline to create the piece.The piece may be long or short or even very short.It may be polished or a f-cking mess.It is the Non-Fungible Fiction Writer’s creative moment in time.Rule #1 Writing begins when the NFT is purchased and not before.See the other rules for the Non-Fungible Fiction Form on Twitter (@AaronHaber) + IG (@AaronHaberLive)

Contract Address0x495f...7b5e
Token ID
Token StandardERC-1155
ChainEthereum
MetadataCentralized
Creator Earnings
10%
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