The following article is a work of fiction. For now.
It’s Aug. 1, 2028, and we’ve made it to the moon.
The far side.
But it’s cold. It’s dark. Spotted barren craters and valleys are ashed with the flakes of Benjamin Franklins used as fire-starter. Synthetically created cyber hornets, known as Lampyridae, whiz through the thin atmosphere providing much of the necessary light — besides the flickering of relic-like S9s that are still humming away.
The oracles of Plan B have precisely fixed our revolutionary digital gold at $1,000,000 per piece as all of earth has degenerated into lawless warzones. The calamity of the sudden price surge of bitcoin back in 2021 saw all of civilization vehemently FOMO into bitcoin, causing all other asset classes to drop to zero. The total cataclysm sparked World War III, now colloquially known as “The Dump,” the result of mass-scale annihilation of central banks and the ensuing anarchy as even the poor beggar on the street fought for the last available UTXOs.
There are no states, national governments, intergovernmental organizations, regulatory institutions or sovereign borders. The world is akin to a lawless state but with virtual communities as laboratories for conducting failed experiments in the construction of new tokenomic governance structures.
To the naked eye surveying, there is only one such seemingly structured society.
Those who speak ill of the Bitcoin network, or The Network, are immediately deemed as being against The Network, which carries punishment ranging from confinement in a concentration camp to death by ASIC-generated heat exhaustion. The few who do get to live are forced through the treacherous concentration camp known as The Nakamoto Institution, where first-years are forced to recite The White Paper backwards while stacking the newest generation Whatsminer M5000S+++.
War between Bitcoiners and a small but loyal group of die-hard Ethereans, led by a grizzly-faced cyborg villain named…