BROADACRE
In 1935 Frank Lloyd Wright built a twelve-foot model of a country where every family began with an acre. He never got to pour it. In El Segundo, we can.
Broadacre is Standard Time's land grant. Arrive with an empty wallet and the agency surveys your lot, pays the foundation, and hands you a quarter-tez acre — enough to sign your own name ten times over. Your Deed is recorded in the Plat, a ledger that grows one lot at a time, west along the horizon. Now and then a Light Screen arrives: a small pane of art, a word from the fellowship.
Nothing is for sale. The art is free to copy. The books are public. The clock is Pacific.
0.25 ꜩ granted to an empty wallet. A reveal and ten signatures — a working hand, not a fortune.
0.06425 ꜩ — the chain's price for breaking new ground. Paid by the agency, budgeted openly. Burned, not spent.
A soulbound token, one per member, minted by the treasury. The red square means the agency built here.
The surveyor's roll. Reads left to right, like a horizon. One lot per grant. No downtown.
A window that travels: art-glass tokens whose artwork is the message. Claimed first, never forced. Unsubscribing is free.
Fellows vouch for new arrivals — the fellowship is the sybil defense. A Fellow's signature is the soil test.
Pour one: the Acre and the Deed land in an empty wallet.
The wallet reveals itself and signs its First Mission within 30 days.
Pour two — 0.26 ꜩ. Proof of life earns the second half.
Still signing at day 90, including beyond our own contracts.
The rails
Seed transfers from the treasury, the Sprinkler yield contract, the registry beacon. The fellowship seats itself with its own mechanism.
The Deeds
Soulbound Deed FA2 minted by the treasury, the Plat rendered live from the chain, the first claimed Light Screen, weekly sponsorship batches.
Strangers arrive
Event claims by rotating QR, a proof-of-work faucet tail, gasless deed claims, and federation — sister agencies, interlinked quarter-sections.