Gregor watched through his office window as the black SUVs pulled up to the curb outside. They unloaded dozens of armed federal agents who promptly streamed into the headquarters of CryoToken Enterprises. Fifteen seconds later, three of them entered his office—a woman and two men.
“I’m Agent Gleason,” the woman said, holstering her handgun. “These are Agents Sanchez and Jackson. Our team is in the process of shutting down your operation pending the outcome of our investigation.”
Agent Gleason was dressed in a black pantsuit with a white dress shirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Gregor thought she’d make a lovely WomaNFT.
“Sir?” she asked after getting no response from a daydreaming Gregor.
He snapped out of it. “Oh, yes, I’m sorry. It’s been quite a day so far. Please have a seat. I’d be happy to answer any questions you have for me.”
Agent Gleason nodded to the two men, who returned the nod and exited the office, closing the door behind them. The blonde gazed at the WomaNFTs on Gregor’s office walls.
“They’re gorgeous,” she remarked. “You do excellent work here.”
“Thank you,” Gregor replied, sitting down at his desk. “We’d love to continue our excellent work if possible.”
Agent Gleason sat in the armchair in front of Gregor’s desk and pursed her lips.
“That depends.”
“On what, if I may ask?”
“The next five minutes,” Agent Gleason replied coolly.
“By all means then, let’s begin.”
“Very well.”
Agent Gleason pulled a small notebook from inside her blazer and flipped it open. She squinted before shaking her head.
“I can barely read my own damn writing. You’d think I’d be better at this shit after ten years.” She stopped and looked at Gregor. “Sorry for the outburst. I don’t usually—”
“Think nothing of it, Agent Gleason. Please take your time.”
“Thank you.” She scanned her notebook for a moment. “CryoToken Enterprises is more than mere lifesize collectibles. Are the rumors true about your plans to transform global finance?”
Gregor nodded. He figured there was no point in trying to mislead or lie to a federal agent, especially an armed one.
“Yes.”
Agent Gleason looked up from her notebook. “Please elaborate.”
Gregor covered all the points he had recently discussed with Jada about his plan for WomaNFTs to supplant all other currencies worldwide. He mentioned the upcoming availability of WomaNFT ETFs from every major brokerage firm, which would enable fractional ownership for any retail investor. Agent Gleason nodded as she scribbled in her notebook.
“And your so-called demographic projections? Are they true?”
Gregor began to sweat. “Not exactly.”
Agent Gleason raised an eyebrow. “It’s a simple yes or no question.”
“No, the demographic projections we have used as justification for our WomaNFT production are not true.”
“Please explain.”
Gregor took a deep breath and continued. “It’s implausible we’ll see the sort of demographic whiplash that would require the thawing of millions of WomaNFTs to maintain global fertility. The current imbalance should correct itself as we return to an even equilibrium between the sexes.”
“Why did you lie to the world?”
“We needed a reason to produce tens of millions of WomaNFTs. The current imbalance in favor of females provided the perfect opportunity, as the excess women could be frozen in carbonite.”
“To be bought and sold,” Agent Gleason remarked.
“Yes, to be bought and sold. And ultimately to replace all currencies, as I mentioned earlier. I believe the ends justify the means when global stability is at stake.”
“That is debatable when lying is involved.” She paused and rechecked her notebook. “If WomaNFTs become the world’s reserve currency, why would you thaw any of them? After all, it won’t be necessary if the demographic whiplash never happens.”
“That’s correct. We don’t plan to thaw any of them.”
“I see. But you could, right?”
“Could what?” Gregor asked.
“Thaw the WomaNFTs.”
Gregor shook his head. “No, we don’t have the technology to thaw them.”
Agent Gleason’s jaw dropped, as did her pen.
“What?! You can’t thaw them? Are you developing the technology to do it?”
“No, we’re not, nor do we recommend doing so. The truth is, it’s not theoretically possible to thaw a token without harming the occupant, which is the last thing we would want to do. We appreciate our lovely ladies and their safety in stasis is our top priority.”
“Well, that’s good to hear.”
“Indeed! Of course, all of this is beside the point. Since WomaNFTs are transacted on the Carbonite Blockchain, the tokens absolutely must be immutable by definition. That point is non-negotiable. It would destroy the entire global monetary system if we thawed even one WomaNFT. Thus, restoration was never part of my overall plan for CryoToken Enterprises.”
Agent Gleason scribbled in her notebook and then paused for several seconds with her pen hovering over the paper. Gregor shifted in his seat as the silence grew a bit awkward.
“Anything else you want to ask me, Agent Gleason?”
“No further questions. I’ve heard enough to make a decision.”
“Oh, excellent! I do hope it’s good news for our endeavor.”
“Perhaps.” Agent Gleason glanced around the office. “Do you have a shredder?”
Gregor raised an eyebrow and pointed to the corner of the room near his desk. Agent Gleason nodded, walked over, and shredded her entire notebook into confetti. She examined Jada in her carbonite block for a few moments before continuing.
“I believe we can help each other.”
“I’m listening,” Gregor replied.
“I’ll call off the investigation and order the destruction of all related records. CryoToken Enterprises will continue its transformation of world finance, which means boosting the WomaNFT supply to a hundred million, exactly as you’ve planned.”
“Wow! That’s fantastic news! In exchange for what?”
Agent Gleason turned around and looked at Gregor before smiling.
“Tokenize me.”
This time, Gregor’s jaw dropped. “Tokenize you? But I just explained there’s no thawing process, nor is it even possible. You’d be immutable, Agent Gleason, your naked beauty preserved for all eternity. And I dare say you’d make a gorgeous WomaNFT, but perhaps you should take some time to—”
Agent Gleason held up her hand. “Here’s what happens if you decline my request. CryoToken Enterprises will be shut down, the government will seize all WomaNFTs, and you’ll go to prison for life without parole.”
“I see.” Gregor thought for a moment. “You drive a hard bargain, Agent Gleason. It would be my pleasure to freeze your nude form in carbonite forever. May I ask why?”
Agent Gleason blushed. “Well, let’s just say it’s a fetish and leave it at that. I’d rather not get into…”
Gregor smiled. “Your secret is safe with me. How soon would you like to be processed?”
“As soon as possible. I’ll cancel the investigation and get all these people out of your building. Then I’ll give the order to destroy the case files. After that, I’m all yours.”
“Splendid! Just let me know when we can proceed.”
“Will do. I’ll be outside for a few minutes.”
Five minutes later, Gregor watched as every federal agent climbed back into the caravan of SUVs and drove off. Shortly after that, Agent Gleason reentered his office. Gregor noted that the blonde’s blazer, gun, and holster were gone. She smiled.
“Ready when you are.”
Gregor returned the smile. “May I ask your name, Agent Gleason?”
“Tara.”
“It’s wonderful doing business with you, Tara. Please follow me.”
Ten minutes later, Gregor stood in his favorite place, on the catwalk overlooking the processing floor. Everything was running again with all eight chambers processing nude women at full capacity.
Soon, Tara emerged naked onto the processing floor. Gregor smiled. The now-former federal agent was voluptuous in a way that wasn’t obvious when she still had her clothes on. Gregor estimated D cups with a trim waist, wide hips, and a delightfully ample ass. As he predicted when he first saw her, she would make a splendid WomaNFT.
As Tara stepped onto the mesh platform above carbon freezing chamber seven, she smiled and nodded to Gregor. He returned the gesture as the machine lowered Tara into position. A cloud of vapor erupted from inside the chamber. Metal claws retrieved the newly minted token. It was exquisite, everything Gregor could hope for.
He watched as Tara’s block was carried away to be cataloged and added to the Carbonite Blockchain. Then he returned to his office.
It took a fair amount of work, but the maintenance crew was eventually able to adjust Gregor’s collection to make room for one more WomaNFT next to Jada by his desk. As if on cue, Tara’s carbonite block arrived. The crew installed her and then left Gregor alone with his latest masterpiece. He got up close to examine her.
“Exceptional! Simply exceptional! I never imagined I’d have a federal agent in my collection, but these are strange days. At any rate, thank you for everything, Tara. I owe you one.”
Gregor poured a shot of whiskey, turned to take in his entire office collection, and smiled.
“To all of you lovely and immutable ladies. May your beauty endure through the centuries.”
He downed the shot, set the glass on his desk, and left for the day. It had been a rather stressful morning.
Eight years later, CryoToken Enterprises held a ceremony to celebrate the minting of their hundred millionth token, thus completing the Carbonite Blockchain. Gregor spoke to his employees and the press with tears in his eyes.
“I apologize for my display of emotion, but it’s not every day my life’s work is completed—especially work as vital and ambitious as what we’ve achieved over the past decade. We have transformed global finance, just as we set out to do. WomaNFTs are the currency of the land. As of this morning, all countries have abolished their national currencies and adopted WomaNFTs for all transactions going forward. Every cryptocurrency stake has been sold to buy WomaNFTs. There is nothing else. We’ve done it!”
His team clapped and cheered as Gregor wiped tears from his eyes.
“I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank the hundred million women currently frozen in carbonite. None of this would be possible without them. They will endure long after all of us are gone and ensure financial stability for future generations. As the centuries and millennia pass by, these women will remain in our archives or on display around the world, a tribute to our historic achievement for humankind. To the WomaNFTs!”
Everyone clapped as Gregor surveyed the sea of people and TV cameras. He was now the most famous person on the planet. He didn’t seek notoriety, of course. He only cared about completing the work. Mission accomplished.
Gregor retired later that day and returned to his mansion overlooking the ocean. The massive home was full of WomaNFTs on every wall, but six had been installed in a place of honor in his study: Keisha, Erika, Vanessa, Katie, Jada, and Tara.
Gregor spent time with them every day, regaling them with the latest news of global stability thanks to his carefully orchestrated financial revolution. He thanked them profusely for believing in his vision enough to participate by becoming WomaNFTs. They truly were remarkable women. And rather easy on the eyes, too.
Having completed his daily chat with his naked women, Gregor sat down at his desk to work on his memoir. To put it mildly, he had a lot to say.
Five thousand years later, the world was a very different place. It would be more accurate to say worlds since humanity had spread to the moon, Mars, and beyond. All hundred million WomaNFTs had changed hands countless times, but still served as the basis for the entire monetary system, which had remained stable since Gregor’s day.
Humankind had achieved some incredible feats in medicine, science, art, and space travel, among other fields of endeavor. Despite all that, the Carbonite Blockchain remained the single most important innovation in human history. The stability it enabled made everything else possible.
Gregor’s memoir was still a bestseller. Everyone wanted to know about the man with the audacious plan. He would have been proud, though probably a bit uneasy about all the fame.
The digital records of the identities of all the WomaNFTs had been lost centuries ago. Or perhaps they were deleted. At any rate, the tokens were now completely anonymous and interchangeable, as any sound monetary system should be. The nude women forever frozen in carbonite would not have minded becoming nameless commodities. After all, that was part of Gregor’s grand vision. More than 95% of them had been stored in CryoToken Enterprises’ global network of archives since they were minted fifty centuries earlier. Each of them was nothing more than an immutable token, a mere physical object backing a digital asset.
Though they may have become tokens to be bought and sold on the Carbonite Blockchain, the WomaNFTs were still gorgeous naked women rockin’ their bangin’ bare bods for eternity. All in all, it was a damn good gig for those luscious ladies lucky enough to land it.
Copyright 2025 Olivia Zoe Quinn
Story notes
And so the story ends. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my “Minting a WomaNFT” series as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Wrapping it up is bittersweet as I adore the concept, but I have other stories to write and worlds to explore.
Please let me know what you thought of the series. To be honest, each installment was a bit formulaic: Gregor chats with a beautiful woman, Gregor watches her get frozen in carbonite, and Gregor gets her installed on his office wall. Hopefully, the gradual reveal of what’s actually going on at CryoToken Enterprises was interesting enough to keep people reading. Anyway, I’d love to get some feedback. Thanks!
Article Tags: Carbon Freezing · Female · Frozen · Immobilized · Nudity · Sci-Fi · Volunteer
