The following article is a work of fiction. So far.
It’s August 1, 2028, and we’ve reached the moon.
But it’s cold. It’s dark. The pits and arid, speckled valleys are ashed with Benjamin Franklin’s flakes used as a fire starter. Artificially created electronic hornets, known as Lampyridae, navigate through the thin atmosphere to provide plenty of much-needed light — along with the flicker of trace-like S9s that still float away.
The Oracle of Plan B has meticulously overhauled our revolutionary digital gold at $1 million apiece as all the land has been degraded into illegal war zones. The catastrophe of the bitcoin spike back in 2021 saw all the FOMO civilization hit hard in bitcoin, causing all other asset classes to drop to zero. The total catastrophe sparked World War III, now colloquially known as “The Dump”, as a result of the genocide of central banks and the chaos that followed, as even a poor beggar in 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 an outlaw but with virtual societies as laboratories for failed experiments in building new symbolic governance structures.
For naked eye scanning, there is only one seemingly organized community.
Those who talk badly about Bitcoin, or The Network, are immediately held against the network, which carries a penalty ranging from confinement to a concentration camp to death due to ASIC-induced heat exhaustion. The few who manage to live are forced through a treacherous internment camp known as the Nakamoto Corporation, the early years forced to read the White Book backwards while stacking up the newest generation of Whatsminer M5000S++++.
The war continues between Bitcoiners and a small but loyal group of fanatical Ethereans, led by a grizzly-faced cyborg villain named Colonel Sassano, during the times when the Jupiters pass gives plenty of light enough for battle. But revealing one’s true loyalty to the network in a world where bitcoin is the dominant species is synonymous with suicide as bitcoin customers roam the desolate terrain speckled with heavy fists.
Mining farms have been deformed into gritty, cyber, and neon-filled city centers from the naturally built communities around them for lighting and heating purposes. The largest of the city centers, a metropolis, is led and governed by F2Pool, where national identities are no longer tied to an individual’s country of birth or ethnicity, but rather to “proof of pool”. Those who were born in the bustling megacity of F2Pool enjoy the generous economic and social benefits that stem from a large hash rate. Those who were born into smaller mining pools are known as Unfortunates, although they are still better off than Altcoiners, who can only dream of settling in the larger pools. It’s no surprise that the majority of city centers are owned by the Chinese, in large part due to the now-disclosed basic secret of the original Chang’e 4 mission.
NASA’s Ranger 4 has been reconnected as a Blockstream satellite that also tracks all physical locations of the Moon’s inhabitants under the guidance of the Saylor Surveillance Society.
Bitcoin nodes are now biologically adorned on our enhanced electronic bodies as a condition at birth, with our public addresses bech32 permanently displayed in a bold neon green font across the forearm. Although visually aesthetic, the ornate neon numbers that light up under the skin of the forearm are more of a burden than a blessing, as they are associated with all the Blockstream moons that roam the sky. And in this era, reusable titles are a thing of the past.
There is one group that strives to bring down the authoritarian and toxic nature of the status quo, and that group is called the Antonopolon. Rebels but by nature mercenaries, these rebels remain true to the leaderless spirit of Bitcoin. The membership of this group consists of countless Satoshi scammers such as Wuille and Dash Jr. and Poon, Gavin, Laszlo, Karpelès, and dozens of others made up of a real person who are underrepresented and forgotten.
Satoshi is guiding them, concatenating their old addresses. CPUs are their motto, with the goal of eliminating oligopoly in mining pools that have mushroomed. Right now, the ruthless struggle for power rages on, with all manner of fragmentation warfare, and collateral damage with normal HODLers raging.
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It’s May 22, 2028, and we’ve reached the moon.
Earth lights up its brilliant bliss toward lunar astronauts as they make an interplanetary shuttle and a Tesla-designed whirlpool, dubbed Lunar Saylor, to the moon and back. The Moon has become an improved hot spot.
The near side of the Moon is now an independent country with no restrictions on travel to and from Earth. All you need is enough bitcoin to pay for the aforementioned Lunar Saylor.
After COVID-19 swept the world and central banks ran out of ink for their printing press, a global consortium, now known as the Nakamoto Woods Conference, was convened to announce a new global monetary system, to correct the need for cryptocurrencies with bitcoin. global reserve currency.
All governments accept bitcoin to pay taxes and deliberate inflation by the central bank of any sovereign nation is a crime punishable by “pulling the rug out” under the Bylaws of the United Decade.
Biologically implanted Bitcoin nodes are becoming a new trend among fanatics while every mobile is made with a lightning bolt knot.
Arthur and Noriel can be seen poolside on a Sunday afternoon in Pyongyang. Elon and Keizer become best friends who spend Friday nights at Club Flo-Nucke. Schiff and the Winklevoss brothers post their diplomas on SatoshiBook daily.
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The cheerful atmosphere on the near side of the moon reflects the doomed days when the global economy ran on the second safest financial asset, gold. Gone are the days of quick and easy money rewiring our brains to a long time preference, Miley Cyrus-like twerking creatures. Crime and poverty rates all declined as society focused on long-term associations with individual inventions on the rise.
These virtual communities on the Moon have undermined questions of jurisdiction and taxation whose geographic borders of nation-states have become obsolete.
The era of the Bitcoin network has arrived with our physical and respiratory flesh being the only limitation to accessing Cypherpunk’s ultimate statement.
This is a guest post by Eric Choi. The opinions expressed are their own and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of BTC, Inc. or Bitcoin Magazine.