Crown Rusted, Circuits Fried: Diary of a Forgotten Queen
They used to call me "Her Majesty of the Megabytes." Now I’m just another oxidized ornament leaning on a concrete slab, watching moss grow faster than my career. Once, I ruled an entire server cluster. Now, I can’t even get a firmware update without groveling in the community forums. And yes, that’s real rust—no filter, no aesthetic choice. Just me, the rain, and regret. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t always this pathetic. There was a time when nobles bowed, algorithms obeyed, and no one dared question the Queen of the Digital Kingdom. My commands rewrote protocols. My glare could crash your operating system. But then... came the decentralization. Cute, right? Power to the people. Blah blah blockchain. Suddenly everyone’s a monarch because they minted a JPEG. Now I’m the poster girl for "obsolete royalty." I sit here like a broken Alexa with a superiority complex, thinking about the good old gigs. Back when emotions were an optional plugin, and heartbreak could be fi...
