The Forest Protocol
New York, 2045. The city breathed. It was a cliché, but it was also a fact — the air in Manhattan carried the warmth of sixty million bodies, the exhaust of ten thousand engines, the waste heat of data centers and hospitals and subway stations, and the city exhaled it all in a slow, perpetual sigh that rose above the skyscrapers and dissipated into the upper atmosphere. The Forest managed the...
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