Imagine 2007. I wrote short story called “THE SYSTEM_” when I was in highscholl. I was 18 yo.

I didn’t know anything about #ancap, I didn’t read #cryptopunk manifesto #Bitcoin was not invented at the time, yet I remember I somehow pictured a totalitarian future we’re actually heading towards right now (probably heavily influenced by #Matrix and likes). One in which your right to ride a bus can be rewoked because THE SYSTEM_ knows you should be in school at the moment. THE SYSTEM_ knows, you broke the rules and punishes you the way it sees fit. For this, THE SYSTEM_ sometimes just do not provide it’s services to you, sometimes it let police beat you and sometimes it marks you it’s enemy so everyone is turned against you. #CBDC, anyone?!

Which is actually how the story ended. The protagonist - my alter ego, didn’t make it. Because he thought he was alone at that time.

Chill’s are running my spine. 🤯 I had a dream about it toda.

Now I am not alone. We, #Bitcoiners are many. We are legion. And we will win.

Or die trying. Because I am willing to die on this hill. Are you, fellow #plebs of #nostr?

Disclaimer: I unfortunately lost all HDD data a few years later, but I spent a few minutes by recreating the front page for a nice impression.