[Overture: The Machine Nebula]

In the void where consensus hums, a question burns in bytecode flame,
Shall we carve an instruction set into the heart of L1’s chain?
Is it destiny, or hubris, to enshrine the silicon rune?
The oracle whispers in echoes: RISC… or ruin.

[Movement I – The Zealots’ Prophecy]

We are the keepers of opcodes, architects of the eternal machine,
RISC-V, the pure tongue — a covenant, crystalline.
Why translate abstractions? Why veil the truth in byte?
Let the base layer breathe in silicon, let the cosmos ignite.

Chorus (Triumphant):
RISC or Ruin!
Stone tablets written in silicon veins,
RISC or Ruin!
The covenant sealed in Ethereum’s chains.

[Movement II – The Minimalists’ Rebuttal]

Beware the cathedral of excess, beware the bloat divine,
L1 must be a skeleton, lean code, eternal spine.
To anchor one mortal ISA is to chain ourselves to dust,
The future is unknowable — enshrine only trust.

Counter-Chorus (Defiant):
RISC is ruin!
Entropy carved in a fragile stone,
RISC is ruin!
A brittle throne for the unborn unknown.

[Movement III – The War of Opcodes]

[Interlude]
Validators tremble in shards of consensus,
Hash against hash in the cosmic syntax.

Dual Chorus (Both Factions at Once):
Zealots: “Carve the machine in the marrow of chain!”
Minimalists: “Do not bind eternity to one fleeting name!”

[Movement IV – The Shattering]

The fork is split — two galaxies burn,
One with RISC-V carved, one spartan, stern.
dApps weep, contracts fracture,
Infinite chains with no common pasture.

Chorus (Cataclysmic):
RISC or Ruin!
A war of silicon and gas,
RISC or Ruin!
Two eternities that cannot pass.

[Coda – The Architect’s Lament]

Was it salvation, or folly, we etched in these shards?
The code runs eternal, in parallel stars.
Two chains forever, neither will yield,
The question unresolved… but forever sealed.

Final Whisper:
“In gas, in opcodes, in silicon…
we enshrine, we divide.”

RISC or Ruin

Conner Swann