Narrated by Walker, written by Keith MukAI
#BitcoinOutLoud
https://youtu.be/8EFWe00D9uA
quoting note1586…59u4HOLY. SHIT.
I asked Bard to "Rewrite the opening of 'A Tale of Two Cities' but for a bitcoin miner.
It's incredible. It's ab-so-fucking-lutely incredible.
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It was the halving of two chains. The best of blocks, the worst of blocks, the age of mining wisdom, the age of foolishness, the epoch of hash wars, the epoch of peace, it was the bitcoin winter of discontent, it was the blockchain spring of hope. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going to the moon, we were all going to eat dust in the digital desert. In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of the comparative of all possible periods.
Thus, on a November dusk, with the wind wailing down chimneys and through alleyways, a solitary rig blinked and hummed in a cramped basement in Shenzhen. The orange glow of the monitor cast long shadows on the face of Kai, his eyes squinting at the dancing hash strings, his fingers poised over the worn keyboard. Outside, the neon sprawl of the city pulsed with a frenetic energy, a stark counterpoint to the rhythmic whirring of the GPU fans and the quiet desperation of Kai's quest. He was chasing the ghost in the blockchain, the elusive Satoshi, the digital alchemist who'd conjured gold from thin air. He was a modern-day miner, not of coal or diamonds, but of the elusive digital currency that promised fortune beyond comprehension, a ticket to escape the suffocating reality of his existence.
But the dream of mooning was as fickle as the price charts. Each halving brought a reckoning, a brutal pruning of the herd. Weak hands folded, rigs grew cold, and the air choked with the dust of shattered GPUs. For Kai, every block found was a triumph, a hard-fought victory against the crushing weight of difficulty, the endless struggle against the rising tide of ASICs and mining pools. Every Satoshi was a scrap of digital bread, a meager sustenance in the feast of the whales.
In this tale of two chains, Kai was but a single node, a flickering speck in the vast constellation of the blockchain. Yet, his story, like the flickering flame of his rig, held a quiet defiance, a testament to the enduring human spirit, forever reaching for the elusive pot of digital gold.
This was the bitcoin winter of Kai's soul, and it was about to get a whole lot colder.
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walker (npub1cj8…rz4u) narrate this plz!!