The year is 2035. I’m the only survivor in my platoon in the water wars. The commander rewards my valiant efforts by bestowing upon me a jpeg of a plate of already eaten chicken wings from over a decade ago. Life is good.
The bones are their money
Bonecoin will redirect to a porn site in like a year, two, tops.
They’re selling the data back to restaurants so they can figure out how much they can reduce meal sizes by without upsetting customers.
Edit: picturing this getting used to train a computer vision algorithm that tells wings places when people are done so they can be given refills. Building a panopticon to deliver treats.