[Scene: Later That Night, Same Fire Pit]
The stars still shimmer. The fire still crackles. Mammoths snore in the distance.
Zog pokes the coals with a stick. “Grug,” he says cautiously, “Zog hear something strange today. Trader from other tribe say he buy ‘NFT.’ What is this?”
Grug’s eyes widen. Slowly, dramatically, he turns to Zog.
“Zog… you sit. Grug tell you about Non-Fungible Token.”
Zog squints. “That sound like curse.”
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Grug Define the Madness
“Okay,” Grug says. “Imagine you draw mammoth on rock.”
Zog nods. “Zog do this. Very good mammoth. Eight legs.”
Grug ignores this. “Now imagine other caveman say, ‘Wow, that best mammoth ever. Me want own it.’ But instead of taking rock, you give him token that say, ‘Me own this mammoth forever.’”
Zog blinks. “But… I still have rock?”
“Yes,” Grug says. “But other caveman have ownership of concept of rock.”
Zog blinks again, longer. “…Grug drunk?”
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Grug Explain Scarcity Magic
“No!” Grug insists. “NFT live in magic math cave like Bitcoin. Each NFT is one-of-one. No copies. No fakes. Only truth on blockchain.”
Zog points at dirt. “But if Zog draw same mammoth again…?”
Grug nods solemnly. “Yes. You can copy picture. But not ownership. Blockchain say ‘NO.’”
Zog scratches beard. “So… NFT is like… invisible bone that prove ownership?”
“Exactly!” Grug says, thrilled. “Zog understand now.”
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Zog Wants Use Case
Zog leans in. “So what tribe do with NFT?”
Grug cracks knuckles. “Oh, many things:
• Buy pixel monkey for 100 shiny rocks.
• Show off to other cavemen.
• Sell monkey later for 1,000 shiny rocks.
• Or lose everything and cry in forest.”
Zog nods slowly. “That last one… sound familiar.”
“Many cavemen cry,” Grug confirms. “It part of experience.”
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Grug Introduces Wallet Magic Again
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