"Hold on, I'm not paying three of you," Feint protested. Inix beamed. "You don't have to pay me! I don't need money. I just want to help Sylvan and my friends." "You don't… need…?" Feint short circuited herself. She turned, looking to the doorway, and then flicked her eyes to Zev. Sylvan had seen it first hand — to the bots, digital currency was just a couple of keystrokes, not anything worthwhile as a barrier. Feint turned back to look at Inix. "Out of the goodness of your heart, you want to help Sylvan? With no payment at all? You want nothing in return?" "Yes of course!" Inix exclaimed. "I love making things with Sylvan."
When the rich CEO realizes they have no sway over you because money is meaningless to you and you aim to heal the world via 🌟friendship and kindness🌟
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