At the closing bell on February 26, 2039, General Electric’s stock price reached an all-time high of $360. 

But let's take it back to a leaner time—2021—when a GE share traded for $12 bucks. 

The Conglo—which is what the hacker interns used to call the company suits in Boston—were a pretty righteous group despite being Super Crackers. But the leader of the Hacks wasn't a saltine. Nah, Hai was a fly black cyberpunk who loved to bump. And when she wasn't burning up lines of incendiary code she was creating mixtapes—for Saturday night. And when she wasn't meditating on the heart-mind she was straight-up visionary. Hai believed that trust was based on vibe. If the vibe was right, nothing was wrong—Operation Motto. The world was a beautiful place and Hai had a calling—calibrate vibe or bust. The Crackers put Hai in charge of the OM. She was 17. P-to-the-righteous!

I worked for Hai and she was my best friend. Okay. We sold weed together during our first year at MIT. One of our faithful customers was the daughter of a Super-C. She told us that her dad was all about paid internships during the summer. Perfect, cause we prayer-hands-appreciated a Conglo with deep love for R&D. Hai pitched the OM to daddy-get-up and he said, "Let's do this. You're running point, and can have … one assistant," finger gesturing to me—Cool Breezy.

"We can see vibe—yes sir—both CB and I can. It's how we met. We were in this little club downtown and the groove was butter. We were feeling it. And then we stopped, we just stopped dancing and stared at each other—she was pointing at me and I was pointing at her—and then we just hugged."

"That's sweet," said the GE suit. "So you both are psychic."

"Totally,” Hai affirmed. “But no, we figured out how to calculate that beautiful glow we saw on the dance floor. Vibes. So yeah, basically, we’d love to work with y'all to build a cute-ass vibe rater.”

“Crazy,” said the exec as he ping-ponged his head back-and-forth from Hai to me and then back to Hai.

“Fun, right?” Hai sped up her pitch. “The tech is worn on the ear. Hardcore vibers will want it pierced, but you can also get a cuffed version. The earring does two things—it measures and it transmits. It senses breath, body temp, heart rate, words, inflection and some other patented shit involving molecules and pH, but we'll get into that later, and then it converts all this data into a mood, which is mainly a color, but also a numerical rating from 1 to 100, you know, for exacts."

"We do like our science here at the conglomerate," said the proud exec as he adjusted his Herman Miller.

"Us too!" we said in unison. Hai slowed down this last part. "The tech transmits the data to a happy piece of software." Then casually she lifted her iPhone and continued, "The app keeps track of your vibe ratings and over time gives you reward points that can be redeemed for crypto. Purple vibes—the crème de la crème—are money. Red vibes, not so much. That kind of thing. Our palette is based on the seven chakras. Basically, it pays to have—good vibes. That's phase one. Would you like to hear phase two?"

Needless to say, they did. 

And in 2026, General Electric licensed the rights to our patent, OM, for $17 mil. 

Today GE has sold over one billion OMs. Oh, and the chief executive is a Queer Black Woman, the Super Crackers lost their stronghold of the Conglo in 2030, and, vibes are a worldwide commodity—duh.

As Sade, the famous artist from the late 1980s would sing, “Girl you are rich even with nothing” … but good vibes.

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