Once upon a non-linear temporal curve in the wired jungle of Futurenet, there emerged a quaint and quirky ritual called the Dance on the Graves of the Right Click Saves. It was a ritual born out of the absurdity of the post-modern digital civilization. The citizens of the Futurenet had grown weary of the incessant, instantaneous saving, sharing, and stealing of ideas with a mere right-click. Creativity found itself chained to the whims of the masses, entangled in the binary code of existence. Ideas weren’t allowed to perish naturally; instead, they were constantly saved, revived, and reshared, a never-ending echo in the hallowed halls of Cyberspace.