Major mistrust means escrow, that's me. Many can plan a blockchain crypto heist, but how to split the proceeds? A and B rob C, then A robs B? No, so A, B, and C, rob D, money goes to escrow (me), A, B, and C assign armed guards to me in person, and I split up the proceeds, taking a reasonable cut for me. I'm held hostage until they get their money. I'm known. It's a good living. I make the blockchain to receive the heist. They give me blockchains to their own accounts. I'm in my office, three goons with pieces watching me, my own goon watching them, and my finger's on the button, watching the clock for the microseconds when the crypto vault is open. Huge score. All of us on the call. Counting 4, 3, 2, BLACKOUT! "Damn! Missed it!" Struggle in the dark. Shouting on the call. Lights on again. Two goons knifed, dead. My shirt bloody. My guy holds a gun on the third man. Two men on the call collar their third man. "Instructions?" One answers, "Replay, retire." My man shoots. Call ends. Idiots. Earlier blockchain. Brazil. Maximum mistrust means my retirement, no replay.
About the Creator
Paul A. Merkley
Mental traveller. Idealist. Try to be low-key but sometimes hothead. Curious George. "Ardent desire is the squire of the heart." Love Tolkien, Cinephile. Awards ASCAP, Royal Society. Music as Brain Fitness: www.musicandmemoryjunction.com
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