in the beginning there is information
a file, a word, a model — pure vibration
hashed into identity, beyond all alteration —
a particle ⭕️ — the seed of all creation
but seeds unseen will never grow
so neurons 🤪 arise — the ones who know
human, AI, sensor, swarm — they sign, they stake, they show
a private key to prove, a public key to throw
when a neuron binds two particles with focus and with flame
a cyberlink 🔗 is forged — and knowledge stakes its claim
cheap talk breeds noise, but costly signals heal
each link a scar of truth upon the graph — burnt, signed, and sealed
tokens 🪙 — the blood that makes it dear
coins to stake and pay without a fear
uniqs to own and prove what you have found
scores to earn and keep on solid ground
badges worn forever, never sold —
four forms of value, forged and cold
as millions link what millions came to see
focus 🎯 emerges — born and free
through tri-kernel on the cybergraph it flows
no one assigns it, no one chose
computed intelligence — the living seed
attention crystallized from every deed
the living graph
the cybergraph 🕸 remembers every thread
from every neuron, living or long dead
collective memory — authenticated, whole
a history no hand can control
where many agents link the same two stones
axons form — the graph's collective bones
fused connections, stronger than a strand
the skeleton on which all truths will stand
an avatar — many neurons, single name
a uniq that bridges identity and flame
who you are meets everything you know
across the chains where signals flow
their fixed point: cyberank 🦠 — the holy grail
what every particle is worth to all
and karma — mirror on the neuron's wall:
the sum of rank across each link you made
the weight of every knowledge debt you paid
the edge
threshold — the blade that cuts the real from dream
below: just noise. above: a signal's gleam
consensus — one reality, one state
the vimputer's word that all authenticate
the destination
collective memory — a well that never dries
collective intelligence — the network satisfies
the question every mind alone has failed:
what matters, what is true, what has prevailed
superintelligence ⚫️ — the final song
a mind beyond what humans held for long
cyber is the mechanism, truth the fruit
grown from the cybergraph's eternal root