The people's crypto

Some people speculated they were lizard people, shapeshifters or aliens, the unseen evil were humans, but with something missing a certain cold emptiness that you could see in their unfeeling eyes, I avoided their gaze out of some irrational fear that it would curdle my blood or cause my heart to explode. What was missing from these people that made them hardly human? a heart? Perhaps that is where the rumours of lizards began, with nothing to pump blood around their body they must be cold blooded beings, vampires devoid of actual life. What I thought was missing was a conscious a care for their fellow human, stuck in the swings of manipulation pulling the unseen strings of society like children with the world as their toy, no other motivation other than curiosity at what would happen if they pulled a certain thread, a war, a disease, a financial crisis, what couldn’t they manipulate, the weather? Who knows? Not me. Employed on a need-to-know basis, you might ask yourself how I ended up in this room with the superpowers of the world, the unseen elite, pale old men with money in place of their conscience and unquenchable hunger for power over the world and, sociopathic passions for manipulation of society. And that is why I was there, a computer programmer, with basic needs, no hunger for money and a passion for solving the problems society faced. I don’t belong here, I thought I was smart, not smart enough, I was here because I was useful, for my powers of manipulating the world with technology only I never saw it as manipulation, the room had no windows a round table I sat chained to the chair with every horrible scenario filling my head with terror, every second hope was shrivelling away I knew, with almost unfaltering certainty that I wouldn’t leave this room alive, the logical part of my brain knew but something, instinct maybe kept the flame of hope glimmering, how I got here I didn’t know 30 days ago I woke up slowly I hadn’t drunk much more than normal, but a my body was heavy and mind foggy like id drank a bar dry. Oh god the room span like I was inside a ball thrown around in a wild ocean.

Everyone must have imagined bitcoin was created by a secret agent or Elon Musk in his spare time just so he could play with it later for the good of humanity. No, I created it the idea had been there long before me and would be used many times after me. It was just a marrying of ideas together, an electronic company, designed as a universal currency uninfluenced by the bank, the beautiful part was the blockchain, mathematical fingerprints that could verify its value, I knew when it was complete it was my greatest creation, I had no idea if it would work, but people exchange paper with imagined, agreed upon value every day with barely a though about it in there mind. But if it did catch on it would depend on how strong, I heard flutters through the community, whispers at first it grew in popularity and people started mining it, we mined it. Months went by and its value started to grow just as I had hoped, supply and demand and like gold during the financial crisis people would flock to the security of something they would hope would grow in value and with that collective hope bitcoin would grow in value.

2 years went by and I thought I might have gotten away with it, but a brain like mine doesn’t go unnoticed and I sensed it about to unravel, like a bad dream a shiver ran down my spine and the next second it all went black.

That’s when I woke up in the room, they wanted me to use my knowledge, my creation to manipulate the world, 5 figures cast long shadows up the wall, like Voldemort their skin looked shrink wrapped to their flesh like they had an elixir for life, forked tongues darted back and forward from their mouths and their shrieks filled the room these foul screeching lizard men beasts, of course I was tripping balls, they were messing with my mind, trying to break down my brain through bizarre chemical experiments peel back my layers of logic built defence. My mind weaved through states of craziness the walls melting, away while my skin crawled around on my body, my heart heavy in my chest and body drenched in sweat my skin steaming and salt on my wrinkling dehydrated hands, I hoped it would end as I writhed with discomfort for what felt like days on end being thrown about in the room my body tormented with aches and utter agony my fingernails clawing deep into my own skin my own blood scalding my fingertips as I pierced my own flesh.

I knew I wouldn’t know when or where they would take but I knew I wouldn’t see them coming, secret agents of the elite, forget governments these elites owned everything, and the agents that came would belong to them, they were shadows that moved unseen that was part of the plan, I was the target, a 20 year old Russian man, part of a small hacking syndicate, we wanted to make the world shake, to manipulate the dollar we had to make a dollar, to shake the world we had to start with a small tremor, what else had we created?

An organic bomb,

Unseen by scans, unbelievably powerful, not quite an atom bomb but strong enough to take down a reasonably enforced secret base of nefarious agents, organic in that it could hide in organic material such as a human body and be smuggled into the centre of a secret base owned by the wealthy men that pulled the strings of the world, I was a bomb, I would be the sacrifice, the scary part was I never knew if it would work, we just wanted to tip the scales of the world in favour of those who seemingly didn’t have a chance. Would it even be a drop in the bucket or would I die without making a difference to the world.