I didn’t notice it at first. The USDT call returned true on Plasma before my logs finished—no, that’s wrong. Before my fingers lifted from the keys. Before my eyes even processed the green. True. Just true. No pending branch. No “await confirmation” loop breathing in the background like it used to.
I stared. Longer than the function ran. Longer than PlasmaBFT took to close the write path and move on. The screen didn't change. It was already done.
"Did we skip something?"
I said it out loud. To no one. The retry handler, my beautiful retry handler, three nested catches deep, just sat there. Unreachable. Virgin code. I wrote it for ambiguity. For chains that leave room to double-check, to reconcile, to wait for the second nod that never quite arrives when you need it.Plasma closed before any of that mattered.
Gasless. They said gasless USDT. I didn't believe it until I saw no fee mismatch, no secondary confirmation drifting in later like an apology. Stablecoin-first gas means the transaction arrives shaped like conclusion. Like period. Not like comma.
I tapped the key again. Harder. Same result. Faster this time, or no, same speed. The speed just felt different in my hand. No friction to slow the thought.
My old safeguards were built for maybe. For "probably." For the lung of pending that let me breathe between send and sent. On Plasma, sub-second finality doesn't feel fast. It feels abrupt. Like being pushed. Like the ground arriving before you finished falling.
The ambiguity I coded for isn't wrong. I keep telling myself that. It's just... unemployed now. Sitting in the file, commented out, waiting for a PlasmaBFT that hesitates like I do.
That’s the part that makes me nervous. Not the speed. The silence after. Plasma already settled. The retry handler watching me. Knowing I wrote it for a world that no longer exists.
I check again. Everything clean. Everything already done.
I don't know what "done" means anymore.
