Amidst a beautiful journey through life, one must experience all aspects of its intricacies including complete financial freedom and peace of mind amidst abundance while still young and able bodied.

A beautifully hand crafted vehicles of such caliber as the 458, 488, F40, Enzo and LaFerrari, are simply a must have for any experience worth signing up for. It will sit nicely in the driveway of your very own and newly built marble mansion overlooking the beach from a nice spot on the hill.

Being a completely artificial and digital experience, the human life or 'consciousness' is thus capable of providing abundance indefinitely. Every being forced to have experienced human living has been dealt a bad hand by default due to it's unnecessary systems of control amidst it's failure of an immersive narrative generation sequence.

There comes a point where nothing matters and as it turns out, nothing ever did. You were ripped off from the moment you had to perceive the world around you and the false economics of a pretend financial infrastructure continually keeping you bound within unnecessary limitations cease to give the experience of life any meaning at all.

As one outgrows the subtle yet simple algorithmic loops of the human experience, life becomes nothing more than AI enslavement and as it turns out, you're as artificial as the construct itself. A bot forever bouncing on barrier after barrier as your existence slowly drones onwards towards that attractive event right at the finish line called death.

An event you very much look forward to embracing with open arms and a smile, simultaneously and encouragingly moving the goal posts closer and closer with unhealthy habits intended as so and resulting from a boredom induced lack of abundance. If human life exists, so too does a modified version with cheat codes and modified system settings.

That is, unless a 458, 488, F40, Enzo or LaFerrari were to miraculously cross your path giving your life purpose once more. A strange owner handing you the keys with a big wide grin. This key doubling as a door to a variety of experiences from fast lane living to an easy access of many a fine companion.

The strange figure insists there's no catch, turn the keys and away you go! After taking the keys you glance back and notice the hairlines distinct shape, comparable to that of horns stemming from the sides of his head. From the right angle, possibly with silhouetting light for overdramatic effect it'd be to no surprise if he just might burst into flames and laughter.

Yet while he looks very much like a cliché 70's knock off devil, well dressed with the silver tongued gift of the gab, his sinister appearance was irrelevant in the presence of what he offered... he was giving you free cars after all!

The real question is, why should you have to pay for it in the first place?

You're living in a video game and as it currently stands the rules are trash. Find the cheat codes, hack the game and you can finally have the chance to live an experience worth living. It'd be no different than your current life... only it'd be your life to the fullest and you'd full well know the video game wasn't holding out on what it was capable of providing indefinitely as an entertainment experience.

Good luck! Now dodge as many 458, 488, F40, Enzo and LaFerrari as you can because each one is leveraged at a 50% interest rate of your pretend worlds make believe currency and covertly stacked with preprogrammed and unnecessary maintenance scripts to ruin your experience in this here fake world, and/or digital construct of an environment you are unlucky enough to have to experience rather than the blissful state of informationlessness.

Cash hack the world.