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The Polymath of the 21st Century
31 October 2022: As many of you will be aware, I am currently inhabited on Lunar StationX pursuing sustained, long-term life away from Earth and undergoing various preliminary trials, tests and experiments for interplanetary travel. Although we are still well and truly in the development stages, things are looking incredibly promising and we have much to share with you. However this is not why I am writing today...
By Brad Bamford5 years ago in The Chain
Albert and Sakura
It was a hot day in June when Albert decided he was done working for someone else and picked up his ball cap and messenger bag and walked out of the office. He was frustrated, hot, sweaty, and mad. That was it really, he was just plain mad. His boss was a jerk and didn’t even understand half of what Albert showed him, but he was the one making all the money while Albert scrounged behind the seat cushions when he needed money for the subway. It wasn’t fair, Albert thought. How could someone so stupid be his boss? Albert would never understand the way companies worked. It was like they promoted the people who couldn’t do anything so they wouldn’t mess up the actual day-to-day business. It made little sense, but Albert was done trying to understand. He was going to do his own thing.
By Jennifer Ryan5 years ago in The Chain
Nakamoto
Nakamoto & Bitcoin
By Bill woznik5 years ago in The Chain
Open Source, Cally
“Pass the ketchup,” he says, pointing at the glass bottle next to the salt. She passes the ketchup. “Now, I know what you’re thinking.” He tips the bottle upside down and slams his palm against the bottom. Smack smack. “I’m not who you were expecting.” Smack smack. “Don’t worry. No one’s ever expecting me.” With one last smack, ketchup burbles out of the bottle onto the mountain of fries on his plate. “It’s the fancy clothes, isn’t it? People always expect me to look like a low life.”
By Stephanie Rinaldi5 years ago in The Chain
Fools Gold
“This is a foolish endeavour," said the man in the worn armchair. The lady standing at the window scoffed but did not turn away from the dreary view of rain pelting the concrete land beyond. Cars and people shuffled about below along the streets of New York City, reminiscent of ants in an ant hill. Working, working, working. Blissfully unaware of everything but their own lives.
By Rae Perrodow5 years ago in The Chain
Bitcoin.
The television was flickering, as if it were agitated by the events being broadcast. The volume was turned right down but was still audible; it was the only constant noise in the room. An acutely tuned ear could discern crowd noise, not constant but graduating from silence to a murmur and then to a shrill and fervent, only slightly more than momentary crescendo and then, rapidly, returning to virtual silence once more. A voice could be heard above the crowd, in complete synergy with it, at first calm almost monotonous, ascending into urgent and stronger speech until finally erupting, at one with the crowd, into a wildly enthusiastic, brazen scream. Which swiftly tapered off into a deeper tone as his delivery became unhurried; his manner insouciant.
By Jeremy Mahony5 years ago in The Chain
Nikeeri's Code
On the first day of autumn, Nikeeri was walking to school with her friend Janoosh through the busy streets of Tokyo when she stumbled across an interesting sight. There, on the side of the road, was a coin. It was a 1 Yen piece seeming stopped in it's tracks rolling down the street on the gutter. Frozen in time with it's owner nowhere to be found.
By Keith Hutchison5 years ago in The Chain






