What if Web of Trust parties are the only solution to CAPTCHA to prove you are a human and not a bot or spammer?
Will we party like its 1999, have big sleepovers with pizza, reading to each other our romantic sets of random numbers of words to prove our thumbprints match our PKs, checking IDs have matching names, that we don't have those "BOT" tattoos that are now legally required in some areas, and that we seem to operate on existential angst more than any resemblance of the Three Laws?
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.