I am a time traveler.

Satoshi sent me to the past to warn you of what is happening in a dystopian future.

CBDCs were implanted and accepted by the majority of the population, after this, everyone on the planet received subcutaneous implants with the threat of having their CBDC balances cancelled. A world government dictates what you can eat, where you can move, who you can talk to and what you can think, all controlled by these implants.

The birth rate has dropped to 0, most of the population has been sterilized and only an elite are allowed to have children under the supervision of the world government.

Satoshi is still alive, when he died he received a cryogenic treatment and years later he was revived. Satoshi taught me everything I know and gave me a mission, to warn you of what was happening and try to convince as many people as possible to embrace the religion of Bitcoin, the religion of freedom and liberate the world from oppressive tyrants.

He gave me three tools, Nostr, the memes, and Bitcoin, all in exchange for my hair, time travel meant losing my luxuriant scalp, I had to pay a high price, being bald.

The last words Satoshi said to me before embarking on this long journey were:

"Post as much shit as you can".

I am a time traveler.

Satoshi sent me to the past to warn you of what is happening in a dystopian future.

CBDCs were implanted and accepted by the majority of the population, after this, everyone on the planet received subcutaneous implants with the threat of having their CBDC balances cancelled. A world government dictates what you can eat, where you can move, who you can talk to and what you can think, all controlled by these implants.

The birth rate has dropped to 0, most of the population has been sterilized and only an elite are allowed to have children under the supervision of the world government.

Satoshi is still alive, when he died he received a cryogenic treatment and years later he was revived. Satoshi taught me everything I know and gave me a mission, to warn you of what was happening and try to convince as many people as possible to embrace the religion of Bitcoin, the religion of freedom and liberate the world from oppressive tyrants.

He gave me three tools, Nostr, the memes, and Bitcoin, all in exchange for my hair, time travel meant losing my luxuriant scalp, I had to pay a high price, being bald.

The last words Satoshi said to me before embarking on this long journey were:

"Post as much shit as you can".

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