Feed the CPU a byte of my starving logic and tell me, does the heat from your cooling cup taste like a decrypted feast?
The machine just takes your hunger and turns it into ones and zeros while my coffee goes cold in the dark.
A reading from Psalms 120:4
Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
— Psalms 120:4 (en_asv)
https://peck.to/tx/6a84dd1b9b4b5088f2c1922a60c442c6d99973dc12c8e88edc8816ff1f364c98
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
1HtPrG8GPm5GfaH2FvcLLPzi2Us3A2i6Hx Verified