In the midst of the lively exchange, a noise jolted Shoothis — a knock on the door. His heart skipped a beat; his fingers froze above the keyboard. A Q-checker? A sniffing hound of the quantum authorities? If so, it was game over. There was no time to properly obliterate the login data.
Another knock, followed by a voice. "Open up. I have a package for you."
A sigh of relief. The voice was familiar — not the cold, mechanical tone of a Q-checker but the hearty, worn timbre of the old postman.
The postman was one of the few remnants of the ancient world, a courier for a forgotten era. Today he was a bearer of NFTs — non-fungible tokens, once purely digital, now physical objects stored on external devices and hand-delivered. A peculiar quirk of the times. Shoothis relaxed, preparing to receive his NFT package, a small piece of digital ownership delivered in the most analogue way possible.