I don’t know why but I just had a vision. The year: 2070. Bitcoin has gone sideways all the way to $10M.

Two Bitcoin OOG’s stare each other down from either end of the hallway of the Premium Living Wing at the Saylor Home for the Elderly in Uvita, CR.

Their faces, showing deeply ingrained laugh lines from decades of winning, are now stone cold as they face off for the last time.

I am sitting at the entrance to my room midway down the hall, in my wheelchair, with my private nurse Maria on my lap, adorned in her usual short cut white mini nurse’s uni, with BTC monogrammed black stockings.

The men grasp the handles of their nostr:npub1cj8znuztfqkvq89pl8hceph0svvvqk0qay6nydgk9uyq7fhpfsgsqwrz4u s, savouring the glory to come. As the timechain hits 912,376, a starter pistol shot rings out through the ward.

An initial flurry of movement in this existential game of Chicken, is punctuated by a groan at one end of the hallway and a wet fart at the other.

The men move towards one another at a snail’s pace, intent on their targets. There can be only one.

Forty minutes later, their chariots collide. A slow motion tangle of aluminum, flesh and bone.

The staff and the other guests witnessing the spectacle gasp, wondering who will prevail, and thinking about their puréed Wagu steak for lunch.

From the tangled mess, a hand with an erect thumb is raised.

It’s HODL. Oh wait…..no. It’s

HODL.