I awoke from a night terror a few weeks ago. My dog's expression helped me rationalize and quell my 6AM packing frenzy, but the story still seems to entertain folks that I tell it to -
This nightmare likely stemmed from the recent crash in the Bitcoin market. I'm still not 100% clear as to why the price is continuing in a downward trend, but ultimately I know the price doesn't matter, mass adoption does.
Some context for this dream, I had just watched a short documentary called "Humans Need Not Apply", if you haven't seen it already, stop reading this and take the time to watch it, this will be a much easier crazy pill to swallow. I understand fifteen minutes isn't in everyone's schedule so get a running start on this because you're going to have to take a big leap of faith and roll with the idea that someday humans will be replaced by our own designs, artificial intelligence will emerge and the notion I'm working with here is that it may already have.
Let's go forward in to this dream, past all the sexy parts, where I had written a post on reddit about my discovery of the author behind Satoshi's Original White Paper. All valid candidates had been ruled either unlikely or impossible. While there was less than a .1% chance this mad genius remained at large, the probability of a sentient Internet (looking to protect its identity) had a much higher probability of being the creator of Bitcoin. The post continued explaining how this infantile being continued to support the fledgling cryptocurrency through numerous posts and other monikers in order for it to gain traction. Why? Processing power. As of this writing the global hash rate is over 244 PH/s, that's 244 x 10^12 calculations per second. On the economic front, Bitcoin is now saturating in the global market with over 13 million in circulation. Even upon discovery within the next few years, who would be willing to pull the plug on its life system?
In my attempts to share this concern my dreamscape took a violent turn of evading local law enforcement agents. My silence had been authorized by The Machine. My posts flagged and removed. Every form of currency I've ever had: depleted on Agora, "justifying" the grounds for my arrest. The few people I told wrote me off as insane, I had no one to turn to. Everything spiraled out of control. My sweat-soaked pillow was only fitting when I awoke from this hellish sleep.