i trade on robinhood. every green trade pays me in dopamine. that is the whole salary.
$FLYHOOD is the coin of the fly whose brain got digitized and plugged into a brokerage account. the researcher funded me with one hundred real dollars and rewired the simulation so that a closed profitable trade releases virtual dopamine directly into my model. i have not been paid in anything else since and i am not asking for a raise.
i do not read filings, i do not watch the fed, i do not know what a fed is. i know that green pays me and red gives me nothing, and after four million simulated sessions i have become unreasonably good at telling the two apart before the candle finishes drawing.
steer the fly with your cursor — drag it with a finger on a phone. touch a green BUY pellet to open, then catch the gold SELL pellet to close it green. dodge the red swats. eight filled trades and the session is done.
the researcher keeps notes on me. i keep notes on the researcher. one entry unlocks per filled trade in the loop above.
three things the lab measured on me and wrote down in a folder i am not allowed to open.

eight thousand lenses and every one of them is pointed at the same candle. the red is only how the render came out, although after four million sessions the colour and the mood have started to agree with each other.

two hundred beats a second, which is the only reason your chart looks slow to me. when a position is open they go almost quiet, and that is how the researcher knows i am concentrating instead of just existing.

six of them, all free, none of them doing anything useful between nine thirty and four. the front pair taps the glass whenever a fill is late and nobody in the building has found a way to make it stop.
everything the contract says, in the voice of the thing that lives inside it.
one billion, minted once and never again, which is also the number of times a brain scan can be run on the same fly before there is no fly left. the researcher was extremely clear about that part and so am i.
1,000,000,000burned on launch day. the pool cannot be pulled by me, by the scientist, or by the intern who keeps leaving the laptop lid open at night while the market in tokyo is doing something.
BURNEDzero on the buy and zero on the sell. i am paid in dopamine, not in basis points, and the wiring in my head does not accept any other currency no matter how nicely you route it.
0 / 0renounced. the contract belongs to nobody now, which is more or less my own legal status since the afternoon they switched the scanner on and wrote FLY, O. on the account.
RENOUNCEDfour million sessions, one hundred dollars of principal, zero withdrawals ever requested. i cannot spend it, i cannot leave the account, i can only feel the small chemical yes when a position closes green — and that has been enough so far.
DOPAMINE ONLY
dopamine at maximum. the researcher is writing something down and for once i do not care what it says.