Chapter 49: The On-Chain Revolution of Blood Meridian Cryptocurrencies

The entire blockchain node shook in synchronization as Luna's menstrual blood dripped into the mining machine's verification slot.

"Verification of menstrual cycle #48 passes," the mining pool broadcast shattered the bulletproof glass, "the first menstrual blood block is born, rewarding 666 Lunacoin..."

Rule #261: all physiological cycles must be financialized.Luna's uterus externalizes a quantum radiator and watches the holographic K-lines in the exchange dome-her menstrual blood purity index is being shorted, the clones' cervical mucus futures plummeted by 87%.In the VIP mining pools, the rich and powerful are aching for menstrual blood cocktails in baby skull shot glasses, the walls of the glasses coagulated blood spelling out a convenience store logo.

"Throw away all pain memories!" She inserted electrodes into her cervix, "Leverage long the patricide math!"

The mining machine suddenly erupted with menstrual blood vapors, condensing in the air into a blockchain creation image: the convenience store president implanting a sample of her menstrual blood into a quantum computer the night she had her first period at age twelve. Even deadlier is the watermark of the image - showing that this memory has been minted into 560 million NFTs, circulating permanently on the dark web.

"Rule 262 addendum!" The mine owner's mechanical womb pops out a laser dilator, "Primary menstrual blood is subject to a 5,000% genetic tax."

The mine suddenly collapsed, revealing a lurid layer of ore three thousand meters underground. Five thousand clones hang upside down from the menstrual channels, their ovaries transformed into bio-mining machines that generate a new hash with each contraction.Luna's retinal scans reveal a countdown etched into the cervical opening of each clone - in 71 hours the last drop of menstrual blood will be drained.

"Dear goddess of currency..." The mine master's vocal cords suddenly switched to Jax's voiceprint, "... Every drop of your menstrual blood feeds my genital empire..." His mechanical penis pops up as a holographic exchange model, "... Now even your menstrual cramps are a major market oscillator."

The riot erupted in a tsunami of menstrual blood.

As the first clone bites through the menstrual conduit, the gushing fluid corrodes the walls of the mine in a declaration of freedom. The other clones began to synchronize their menstrual cramps, the resonant frequency shattering the genetic locks.Luna's quantum womb suddenly became transparent, revealing the menstrual blood mine core pulsing inside-an embryo with the face of a president, carving blockchain code into the amniotic membrane with its umbilical cord.

"Rule 263!" She ripped off the umbilical cord and wrapped it around the cervical vertebrae of the mine's owner, "When the womb becomes a mining machine, forge the blockchain into a guillotine!"

All the bio-miners exploded in the blue light of the EMP bomb. The clones' menstrual blood flowed backward into a river, forming a code of resistance on the mine floor, and Luna leapt to the core node on the plummeting K-line, discovering that the blockchain was supported by a twenty-year frozen sample of menarcheal blood - "Optimal Arithmetic Fuel" was written on the label of the test tube.

Moonlight is colored scarlet by the blood mist, and Jax's holographic projection rises from the lake of menstrual blood, "Sister, for every node you destroy..." His genitals fission into a cluster of miners, "... There will be a million commemorative coins minted from your shame."

Luna shoved the burning mining chips into a frozen test tube, and the president's will emerged from the flames, "When Lunacoin's market value reaches zero, initiate human civilization removal procedures."

As the mine collapses, she catches drifting crystals of menstrual blood. Ultraviolet light reveals the genetic code - the ultimate rule written in her menarche blood:

"All free will must be vaginally verified."

In the debris pile, the newly installed miner's advertising screen lights up. Clones danced mining drills in menstrual blood-congealed uniforms as neon signs pierced the radiation clouds:

"Plunge Plunge! Pledge Luna's menopause for a civilized cremation priority coupon!"