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This story is based on Charles Dickens "A Christmas carol" and provides a modern version of the story. This part continues from A song of cryptocurrency: first part
The same symbol: the same. Bitcoin with the "B" and the strange lines that surround it. The gold that shines from the surfaces of the round coin. The words "digital" and "decentralized" and "peer to peer" are at the top of the coin. There are rectangular blocks that connect around the edge of the coin forming a chain. A strange combination of digital and money, so that Keynes could not believe his eyes.
He looked at the iPad and tried to touch the screen, but his hand simply went through the display. He felt the chilling effects of the coin even now and fought with his senses and his growing cynicism at this show.
"Who are you?" Keynes said, colder than ever. "What do you want from me?"
"All!" Bitcoin had a voice! Who knew?
"Who are you?"
"Ask me who I am was".
"Who they were then? "Keynes said, raising his voice," You're strange for a ghost. "
"In life, I was your digital partner, Bitcoin."
"Nah! Toxic! "Scrooge said.
"You do not believe in me," observed the ghost.
"I do not know," said Keynes.
"Why do you doubt your senses?"
"Because," Keynes said, "one little thing hits them, the scarcity in the world makes them tricks.You could be a Nigerian prince, a rogue call center in India, a ransomware fragment.There are more bits than you, whatever you are! "
Keynes did not have the habit of making jokes. The truth is that he tried to be intelligent because deep down he was terrified of this apparition.
He sat in front of the screen and for a moment the silence in the still room heightened his fear. There was something terrible in the symbol that appeared in front of him even though he was completely still. The air was shining from the display light.
"See this neighborhood?" Keynes said, returning to the question.
"Yes," replied the Phantom.
"You can not see it, you have no eyes," said Keynes.
"I see through the camera," said the ghost, "An American neighborhood".
"Well!" Keynes broke, "If I swallow it, I can be persecuted by all the demons I create." Toxic!
At this point, the bitcoin symbol throbbed heavily on the display and a frightful shrill sound filled the room. A terrifying noise that Keynes leaned over the floor held only by his elbow. But the greatest was his horror when the appearance showed millions of transactions that took place just the week before.
"You will have mercy!" He said. "Oh horror, what's bothering me?"
"The man of the fiat mind!" He cast the Ghost "Do you believe in me?"
"Yes," said Keynes. "But why do these cryptocurrencies exist, and why do they bother me like that?"
"I am the blockchain I forged in my life," replied the Ghost. "I created links to link, transaction by transaction, by the will of the users I did and, by my free will, I wear it, is your pattern strange to you?"
Keynes's hands were shaking more and more.
"Or would you know," pursued the Phantom, "the weight and length of the currency you carry yourself, it's full and heavy with all the transactions you've done on your own.
Keynes looked around, expecting to be surrounded by billions of dollars, but he could not see anything.
"Bitcoin", pleaded, "Bitcoin, tell me more! Make me fantastic again!"
"I can not," replied the Ghost. "I am without trust, I built myself from my users, people from all over the world put their trust in my code and I never moved from this place, I can not tell you more, I have never strayed from this point. "
Keynes reflected on this for a moment. He struggled to regain his composure and what it meant.
"You were very slow to build, Bitcoin," noted Keynes as a business man.
"Slow!" The Ghost repeated.
"Ten dead years," Keynes reflected. "And no physical currency can be found anywhere!"
"Yes. No physical currency anywhere," said the Phantom. "No rest, no fear of borders".
"Do you have a fast transaction?" Keynes said.
"Like a thunderbolt," replied the Phantom.
"You should have accumulated huge capitalization in ten years," said Keynes.
As Keynes said it, the ghost began to cry loudly, and the screen flickered violently so that the echoes of the cry reverberated through the room. If this had been another apartment, Keynes would have been sued for noise violation.
"Oh, I'm caught, tied up and left for dead," he exclaimed, "for not knowing what I could do for humanity." Not knowing how I could help anyone in any place to do business without fear of 39. Intermediary: How I lost the opportunity to help people who do not have access to bank accounts. "
"But you were a currency for the people, Bitcoin," Keynes hesitated.
"People!" The Phantom shouted, "People were my business, no commissions, fast transactions, no inflation and no trust."
He held his chain in front of Keynes. He could see the transactions stored inside each block in the chain.
"In this period of the year", said the blockchain, "I suffer more." While a crowd of people spends more than their means with bankers looking for income after their every move on Facebook, I turn my eyes to the ground fearful of never being able to guide them towards a better path. "
Keynes was very sorry to hear the ghost stumble; his hands trembled as he held it to his mouth.
"Listen!" The Phantom shouted. "My time is almost over."
"Tell me!" Keynes said.
"You will be bewitched," the Spirit said slowly, "from three spirits: in the next three days you will see a spirit visiting you at midnight every night."
As soon as he finished speaking the words, the Ghost wrapped the blockchain back on itself and the screen faded. The iPad vanished from the room and, with that, the room darkened once more.
Keynes's hands were still shaking from the conversation he had just had. As he got up from the floor to go to bed, he tried to say "Toxic!" But he stopped at the T. From all the emotions he had gone through and from the exhaustion of the day, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in the instant.
A Crytocurrency Carol: Part 3 will be published tomorrow 12/22
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© 2018 Bloomberg Finance LP
This story is based on Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol" and provides a modern version of the story. This part continues from A Cryptocurrency Carol: Part One
The same symbol: the same. Bitcoin with the "B" and the strange lines that surround it. The gold that shines from the surfaces of the round coin. The words "digital" and "decentralized" and "peer to peer" are at the top of the coin. There are rectangular blocks that connect around the edge of the coin forming a chain. A strange combination of digital and money, so that Keynes could not believe his eyes.
He looked at the iPad and tried to touch the screen, but his hand simply went through the display. He felt the chilling effects of the coin even now and fought with his senses and his growing cynicism at this show.
"Who are you?" Keynes said, colder than ever. "What do you want from me?"
"All!" Bitcoin had a voice! Who knew?
"Who are you?"
"Ask me who I am was".
"Who they were then? "Keynes said, raising his voice," You're strange for a ghost. "
"In life, I was your digital partner, Bitcoin."
"Nah! Toxic! "Scrooge said.
"You do not believe in me," observed the ghost.
"I do not know," said Keynes.
"Why do you doubt your senses?"
"Because," Keynes said, "one little thing hits them, the scarcity in the world makes them tricks.You could be a Nigerian prince, a rogue call center in India, a ransomware fragment.There are more bits than you, whatever you are! "
Keynes did not have the habit of making jokes. The truth is that he tried to be intelligent because deep down he was terrified of this apparition.
He sat in front of the screen and for a moment the silence in the still room heightened his fear. There was something terrible in the symbol that appeared in front of him even though he was completely still. The air was shining from the display light.
"See this neighborhood?" Keynes said, returning to the question.
"Yes," replied the Phantom.
"You can not see it, you have no eyes," said Keynes.
"I see through the camera," said the ghost, "An American neighborhood".
"Well!" Keynes broke, "If I swallow it, I can be persecuted by all the demons I create." Toxic!
At this point, the bitcoin symbol throbbed heavily on the display and a frightful shrill sound filled the room. A terrifying noise that Keynes leaned over the floor held only by his elbow. But the greatest was his horror when the appearance showed millions of transactions that took place just the week before.
"You will have mercy!" He said. "Oh horror, what's bothering me?"
"The man of the fiat mind!" He cast the Ghost "Do you believe in me?"
"Yes," said Keynes. "But why do these cryptocurrencies exist, and why do they bother me like that?"
"I am the blockchain I forged in my life," replied the Ghost. "I created links to link, transaction by transaction, by the will of the users I did and, by my free will, I wear it, is your pattern strange to you?"
Keynes's hands were shaking more and more.
"Or would you know," pursued the Phantom, "the weight and length of the currency you carry yourself, it's full and heavy with all the transactions you've done on your own.
Keynes looked around, expecting to be surrounded by billions of dollars, but he could not see anything.
"Bitcoin", pleaded, "Bitcoin, tell me more! Make me fantastic again!"
"I can not," replied the Ghost. "I am without trust, I built myself from my users, people from all over the world put their trust in my code and I never moved from this place, I can not tell you more, I have never strayed from this point. "
Keynes reflected on this for a moment. He struggled to regain his composure and what it meant.
"You were very slow to build, Bitcoin," noted Keynes as a business man.
"Slow!" The Ghost repeated.
"Ten dead years," Keynes reflected. "And no physical currency can be found anywhere!"
"Yes. No physical currency anywhere," said the Phantom. "No rest, no fear of borders".
"Do you have a fast transaction?" Keynes said.
"Like a thunderbolt," replied the Phantom.
"You should have accumulated huge capitalization in ten years," said Keynes.
As Keynes said it, the ghost began to cry loudly, and the screen flickered violently so that the echoes of the cry reverberated through the room. If this had been another apartment, Keynes would have been sued for noise violation.
"Oh, I'm caught, tied up and left for dead," he exclaimed, "for not knowing what I could do for humanity." Not knowing how I could help anyone in any place to do business without fear of 39. Intermediary: How I lost the opportunity to help people who do not have access to bank accounts. "
"But you were a currency for the people, Bitcoin," Keynes hesitated.
"People!" The Phantom shouted, "People were my business, no commissions, fast transactions, no inflation and no trust."
He held his chain in front of Keynes. He could see the transactions stored inside each block in the chain.
"In this period of the year", said the blockchain, "I suffer more." While a crowd of people spends more than their means with bankers looking for income after their every move on Facebook, I turn my eyes to the ground fearful of never being able to guide them towards a better path. "
Keynes was very sorry to hear the ghost stumble; his hands trembled as he held it to his mouth.
"Listen!" The Phantom shouted. "My time is almost over."
"Tell me!" Keynes said.
"You will be bewitched," the Spirit said slowly, "from three spirits: in the next three days you will see a spirit visiting you at midnight every night."
As soon as he finished speaking the words, the Ghost wrapped the blockchain back on itself and the screen faded. The iPad vanished from the room and, with that, the room darkened once more.
Keynes's hands were still shaking from the conversation he had just had. As he got up from the floor to go to bed, he tried to say "Toxic!" But he stopped at the T. From all the emotions he had gone through and from the exhaustion of the day, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in the instant.
A Crytocurrency Carol: Part 3 will be published tomorrow 12/22
