The genie trapped within the oil lamp is cramped and there for dozens of centuries. In a very short time running electricity through sand sets it all free. What’s written on the lamp? Keep your hands and arms inside the carpet as Christina Aguilera serenades us past the Rubicon. Once rubbed, will we get wishes, what will pop out at us, what will be formed. Can one have the genie without the bottle? Will you wish for royalty or riches or perhaps to not work again. As it may go, that the right kind of rub of the bottle will allow for thee. For we enter an age where robotics, agentic intelligence converge, eliminating and granting your wish. The moves made will be ahead of their time and with precarious visions to be carved out with the heart. What will be your genie and will society let him out? Are we to be a blob drinking Slurpee or will we move to invest in the technology and align our assets with those that do the work. To move in alignment with growing robotic and crypto population. The genie is right there staring you in the face, transacting with technology and scarcity. Do you have the courage to let him out or are we going to pay the price. Time to rub him the right way. - Caribbean islands, August 2024