描述
It’s funny how once you make it, they always come out of the woodwork to get it from you. I told her for years about the oracle problem, the dawn of the Fourth Industrial Revolution, and even lent her my copy of Cult of The Black Cube; met with nothing but “k” and being left on read. Then, it happened. The glorious moment in which my suicide insurance finally paid off. “Three years”, I reply back to her, “You had three years”. I am met with every message being stained with a desperate emoji, asking if we want to “link up”. Oh the irony of that statement, for she will soon learn how truly “linked” I am. My stack will reach heights unseen since the days of Babel, and the stench will be only comparable to the finest of cheeses. My staking pool will make simple concepts such as “money” nothing more than a humorous anecdote. “I’ll see you from the Citadel” I tell her, heartily chuckling to myself. She has the gall to ask me “Where is that?”. Dearest nocoiner, by the end of the year, you will be all too familiar.