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He used to run marathons when he was diagnosed. Terminal illness. He only had 5 years left.

An athlete and developer, he lost all motor functions but never stopped coding.

The project he dedicated the end of his life to changed the world.

This is the extraordinary story of Harold Finney👇

In this note, you'll learn how a life-loving nerd:

• built a machine to type using only eye movements;

• mined a fortune in #Bitcoin; and

• froze himself in a liquid nitrogen tank in hopes of seeing the future.

But first, we need to start from the beginning…

Harold (Hal) Thomas Finney was a polymath. He started his career developing games.

Later, he joined the PGP Corporation—one of the first companies to commercialize cryptography—working alongside the legendary Phil Zimmermann.

He was an active member of the Cypherpunks mailing list, exchanging ideas with pioneers like Wei Dai and Nick Szabo.

Hal operated servers that routed anonymous messages.

On the early internet, he debated ways to defund the U.S. government’s “ponzi” schemes.

He also launched prototypes for new forms of electronic money, such as RPoW (Reusable Proof of Work).

👑 But his most iconic achievement happened on January 12, 2009 👇

Hal Finney had been following a new idea circulating on the cypherpunk mailing list: #Bitcoin.

On January 11, 2009, a Sunday, someone named Satoshi posted Bitcoin’s source code on the list.

Hal was the FIRST to reply! In a moment of wild imagination, he suggested that 1 BTC could one day be worth $10 million.

Hal even exchanged emails with Satoshi and helped fix bugs in Bitcoin's code.

On January 12 in Greenwich (January 11 at 7:24 PM in California), Hal received 10 #BTC in a "test" transaction initiated by the creator himself.

This was—and will forever remain—the first transaction in the history of #Bitcoin.

Fun fact 👇

Those 10 #BTC, today, are worth more than $1 million.

Each "50.00" #BTC block mined represents ~$5M 🤑.

Hal mined over $12 MILLION in just one week, between January 10 and 16, 2009 🤯

(calculated at today's value of $100,000 per BTC).

During those days, Hal's son, Jason, could hear the processors roaring at full speed in the attic 🔥

He recalled his dad's excitement in an interview:

"He told us he was helping someone build a prototype for virtual money. It didn’t sound real. More like an experiment."

Hal wrote about this period 👇

"I stopped because it made my computer overheat, and the fan noise annoyed me."

He helped bring the project to life but wouldn’t return to it until 2010.

Eight months after the genesis of #Bitcoin, Hal received news that changed everything... ☹️

It was August 2009. Hal Finney was diagnosed with ALS.

The longest-living patient with the syndrome was Stephen Hawking, who survived for 55 years.

Most don't make it past 5.

In October, Hal shared his diagnosis online in a post titled "Dying Outside." His unshakable sense of humor stood out 👇

"I am lucky to have good support, caring family, and access to excellent medical care. Still, I find myself sometimes walking in circles, obsessing over what I could have done differently. But hey, life goes on—except for me, apparently!"

Even as his body failed, Hal's mind remained as sharp as ever.

In this text, Hal confesses:https://lesswrong.com/posts/bshZiaLefDejvPKuS/dying-outside

"My dream is to contribute to open-source projects even from within a motionless body. This is a life worth living."

With the help of his wife, Hal did what was needed in the following years to achieve this mission ✊

Even as ALS ravaged his body, Hal never stopped working, continuing to contribute to projects like Bitcoin and other open-source endeavors. His dedication to his work and the legacy he built serves as an inspiration for many, showcasing how perseverance and passion can defy the most difficult of circumstances.

First, Hal lost strength in his legs.

Then, in his upper limbs.

As his hands weakened, he built a device to continue typing with the movements of his eyes (the "black antennas" in the last photo).

He was never seen complaining.

He had a superpower 👇

An immeasurable passion for life 🦸

Hal was a Transhumanist and corresponded with Extropians—a group of technologists fascinated by extending life.

He even convinced his wife to become a client of ALCOR—one of the few companies that... you won't believe what they do 😅

Alcor freezes ("cryopreserves") the bodies and heads of people who want to give science a chance to evolve to the point of bringing them back.

In addition to Hal Finney, other Extropians embraced the idea. Peter Thiel is one of their clients. Paris Hilton too.

https://video.nostr.build/46b32fa82e97e584bb1a879db1f761f063848dd6651ef8a69e0ffd872d848ff8.mp4

"The prospect of immortality" inspired Hal.

🔭 Extropians envisioned a future where consciousness could be downloaded into machines. Where the body would be transcended. Where life could span generations.

Their affinity with Bitcoiners is OBVIOUS. Ask yourself the following question 👇

"If you were to travel 100 YEARS into the FUTURE, HOW would you carry VALUE with you?"

Dollars? Gold? 🤔

(Spoiler: #Bitcoin)

Ralph Merkle, another renowned cryptographer, once said about cryonics:

"It's not about whether it 'works' or not. It's an experiment. Do you want to participate or stay in the control group?"

In 2011 and 2012, Hal's disease progressed.

But the prospect of cryonics gave him hope. Just as the work he was doing on Bitcoin wallet security did.

Fran Finney recalls:

"Hal longed to experience tomorrow. He embraced every new thing."

On his last ski trip, Hal reflected on the mental strength that remained:

“It’s good that, you know, I can say goodbye mentally as it happens. It makes it a little easier.”

He had agreed with Fran that when he could no longer communicate with his family, it would be time to go.

On August 26, 2014, the day arrived.

Hal’s vital functions were ceased, and the cryonic procedure was initiated.

He became the 128th patient of Alcor.

Today, his body floats in a tank at -150°C, in the middle of Arizona.

His memories, informationally, remain intact.

The Extropians have long asked: "When does a person actually die?"

When breathing stops? (No - it can be resumed!)

When the heart stops? (No - it can be revived!)

When brain electrical activity ceases?

They have a concept that ANSWERS this👇

https://video.nostr.build/3239e5ab29d40a124c22eccd545d00996ced94ff41d2c466ea5b905f8dfc94cb.mp4

R. Merkle argues that the definition of death has always EVOLVED alongside medical technology.

A person declared dead in 1930, if given the medicine of 2023, might have survived.

http://ralphmerkle.com/definitions/infodeath.html

This idea underpins the decision of many cryonicists to "freeze themselves."

The "theoretical informational death" only happens when the structures that encode memory and personality are broken to the point of becoming irrecoverable.

By this criterion, Hal remains alive.

And in the #BTC blockchain, too. Many addresses still carry traces of his transactions to this day 🤯.

Before he passed, Hal wrote a farewell letter and posted it on a Bitcoin forum he had been a part of since the beginning.

The letter is called "Bitcoin and Me" 🥹

"My kids understand technology. I'm comfortable with my legacy." 🙏

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=155054.0

Hal was a prodigy of cryptography.

The first disciple of Satoshi.

A father, gamer, inventor.

And he taught us that even though life is short, time can be so full of life that it feels infinite.

🙏

We hope to be here to witness his return. Who wouldn't want to hear the stories!?

This thing with freezing the body is a bit creepy. Everything else is really inspiring. Nice post!

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When I was 18, I was severely depressed. With good reason. I’d fucked up high school. Drugs and drinking had a hold on me. My grades were shit. My friends were addicts. My mother, a schizophrenic, was having a serious year-long episode. She was institutionalized. Wrapped her car around a telephone pole. Almost died. The cops were at our house a lot. My father was dead inside. Burnt out, and numb. Numb. There was severe emotional neglect and chaos throughout my childhood. I had no hope for the future. Completely lost, purposeless, and drifting. Purposeless. Drifting. I wasn’t fully suicidal. Like there weren’t any plans in place, but I thought about it a lot. A voice in the back of my mind told me there had to be a way out. I know now that it was god speaking to me.

I listened to that voice. I stopped doing drugs. I drank less. I began to hike every day in the mountains by myself. The sun, the air, the solitude. I loaded up an old iPod. I listened to the Beatles, a lot of classical music, and audiobooks. I didn’t hang out with my friends anymore. I just hiked every day by myself. I got a shitty fast-food job. I used to stay late to clean and just think about my life. I enjoyed the structure. Soon, they made me the assistant manager. I was the only one who was dependable, I guess. I went to community college. I actually applied myself for the first time ever. I got straight A’s. I hooked up with a lot of girls, that was helpful for my mood and self-esteem. I used my grades to get into a good college. I wanted to get across the country. To get away from it all. I went to Chicago.

College was fun. There were lots of girls, lots of parties. I was in film school and actually interested in what I was learning. Everything was amazing. My family is from rural Illinois. I used to visit my grandfather on the weekends sometimes. He was one of my favorite people. In the winter, he got sick. We found out he had leukemia. I got depressed again. I stopped going to college. I spent a lot of time out in the country. It felt more important to be with him as he died. I was there when he passed.

I came home for the summer. The great financial crisis was going on. My friend got one of those Obama new home buyer loans, so we spent the summer having parties and playing beer pong in his garage. One night, the girl I was going to marry walked in. I knew it right away. I didn’t feel like going back to Chicago. So I stayed and went to state school. I started dating the girl that would one day become my wife. I still was partying too much. Binge drinking. I couldn’t escape the feeling I was wasting my potential. Fucked around and did DMT one day. Blast off. Full-on cosmic panic attack. The overarching message: “Your time here on Earth is temporary. So get to work.”

Fuck, okay. So I got serious about my life… again, and I changed everything… again. I had been lazy and unmotivated. I began to focus intently on my craft. I attended every lecture. I made connections. I worked on everyone’s sets. I won the school film festival. I started a production company with a friend while still in school. It took off. We were making good money. We dropped out and did the business full time. I asked the girl to marry me. She said yes.

I found Bitcoin. I took all the profits from the business and put it into Bitcoin. I convinced my fiancé to put her salary into Bitcoin too. We were frugal to the point of being weirdos. We bought a little condo, and we got married. Bitcoin went up like crazy. We had a kid. Bitcoin went down like crazy. My father got sick. We took care of him when he died. I assumed responsibility for my mother. We had another kid. My wife’s parents got divorced, and my mother-in-law was left penniless. I assumed responsibility for her as well. My mother had another multi-year schizophrenic episode. Cops, hospitals, chaos. Then she got cancer. We had another kid. After a short battle with cancer, my mother died.

Then Bitcoin crashed 80% again. We had our fourth kid. For the first time in a long time, nothing happened. It was quiet. Bitcoin steadily rose. I spent time with the kids. There was no chaos. Just peace.

When Bitcoin hit 100k. I took a look around at my loving wife, our warm home decorated for Christmas, my four beautiful children, and I felt that it had all been worth it.

Whatever you’re going through…

Keep going.

Movie script.

Families these days can hardly raise one child. I ask them why. They say it's too hard and not also unaffordable

I require an explanation for this

Just read an article from zero hedge. Zelensky requires the remaining of the country to join NATO immediately: he's using the very thing that started the war to try and end it.

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