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SCIENCE FICTION

1)MARS MINER (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=668028.msg7574713#msg7574713)
2)BLOCKED BLOCKCHAIN (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=668028.msg7550351#msg7550351)
3)SATOSHI'S KEYS (NEW) (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=668028.msg8265330#msg8265330)
4)FINDING SATOSHI(NEW) (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=668028.msg9662464#msg9662464)

ROMANCE

1) Just a bit-tip (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=668028.msg8200044#msg8200044)



Here is my first bitcoin story , it is science fiction, space stuff..

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In the year 2050 where bitcoin has become a part and parcel of life , and each bitcoin worth more than 5 million usd and the network hash rate is measured in zeta hashes. There are many full nodes and large mining architectures with quantum computers deployed in many places mars to serve the network.

Mysteriously the node and mining facility goes offline at mars  and despite drones sent to investigate and repair those massive structures, the drones lose communication once the reach the perimeter of the facility and never return back.So in order to investigate this, the bitcoin foundation with the help of NASA, funds a man mission consisting of a cryptology tech expert(protagonist) to mars to explore the situation.

When the team arrives they find shocking truths which ultimately shakes the truth about cryptocurrencies!



   

Lol, very nice. This could get very bizarre and quite interesting very quickly.

Please continue

A alien race discoverd the Bitcoin miner while scanning a new part of the universe, they noticed that other human races in distant galaxy's also created a sort-like instrument for cryptocurrency at there stage of evolution. They made some ''improvements'' and moved on.

Great job with the art and story.

Here is my take on bi-fi (Bitcoin Fiction)

In the year 2028, when the world was facing unprecedented challenges of rising of sea levels, unemployment and public discontent. It was realized by the world governments to let crypt-anarchy prevail. Thus all the centralized fiat currency system was withdrawn, and decentralized currency systems prevailed since then. But during the massive solar storm of 2033, 99 % of mining systems were destroyed, the remaining 1 %, hidden in mountainous regions had the surviving copy of the most recent valid blockchain. Corporations and individuals who were able to secure their systems, were the only entities, on which the world economic order depended. To exploit this situation, they began charging blocks on which validity of all future transactions were based. By the end of the 2030's decade, bitcoin was becoming more and more centralized, until ..

Thank you and your story  line is much more mature with nice dystopian themes and highlighting global warming, please continue your story..

if the blocks are charged, does it mean a very high transaction fees, or a subscription based system for anybody to use bitcons offered by large multi national companies?

you mean faster transaction confirmation?

sure...will continue shortly.

If you made a transaction, and block containing it, is lost by the network/fire walled by secure servers.You cannot make a new transaction, until a consistent blockchain is made publicly available. MNC had charged the data of that part of the blockchain which is made public, in my story.

the entire miner facility was run by synthetics and drones and when the team arrives there they are shocked to find many of them just deactivated. power has been shut down in the entire facility..

the team has bought the bull, which is a large 4 wheel driven armored, armed remote device to survey the interiors of miner facility...

the team actually thinks the facility is hijacked by a group of terrorist.

In the year 2050 where bitcoin has become a part and parcel of life , with market cap at hundred trillion and each bitcoin worth more than 5 million usd and the network hash rate is measured in zeta hashes. Mining is sustainable only by large multi national  corporations and they also have to get a license which is auctioned by government .There are many full nodes and large mining architectures with quantum computers deployed in many places such as deep sea underground, space, inside mountains and many nodes at various locations in moon and the largest  one is  located at mars to serve the network.

Mysteriously the node and mining facility goes offline at mars  and despite drones sent to investigate and repair those massive structures, the drones lose communication once the reach the perimeter of the facility and never return back.So in order to investigate this, the bitcoin foundation with the help of NASA, funds a man mission consisting of a private military personels and a  cryptology tech expert(protagonist) to mars to explore the situation.

The location is somewhere near Ascraeus Mons,the entire miner facility was run by synthetics and drones and when the team arrives there they are shocked to find many of them just deactivated. power has been shut down in the entire facility.The team has bought the bull, which is a large 4 wheel driven armored, armed remote device to survey the interiors of miner facility.
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The team actually thinks the facility is hijacked by a group of terrorist.There is an earth based major terrorist organization operating,  called "Decentra" . All major sabotaging activities of this terrorist group includes destroying infrastructures that promote centralization of bitcoin mining..

The assumption is based on the fact that the facility is well protected by 3 cannons which fires pulse of molten metal across any objects that come near the facility,  its called the TAC cannon. This technology is time tested and used as a primary defence in both home and off world bitcoin mining facilities.Since the mining facility went offline without any hostile encounters, it is believed that the terrorist group Decentra has somehow hacked into the  independent security  systems of the facility there and have disabled the tac cannon.

[to be continued]

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Nice post, I will be here to read your every post. Thanks!

This is an interesting project, nicely written too
I will be back

the limit to mars - earth communication is about 4 minutes
so blockchain will probally split, a mars block chain and an earth blockchain.
the earth miner will have a 4 minute propogation disadvange for a mars miner to find the next block compared to a local earth miner.
then if by accident a mars miner get the next block then it would be hard for a earth miner to get the next block due to a 4 minute delay.
thats just all theory.

This story infact happens at the time when inter planetary communications are super luminal using technologies here

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superluminal_communication

however my choice is blockchain communication by quantum entanglement.

Screw sci-fi...

Just a bit-tip.

A bitcoin early adopter wanted to tip a waiter a 1000 bits using a paper wallet. But due to a bug in the new Blockchain.info iOS app he tipped her 1000 bitcoins! Once he discovers his mistake he devises a plan to seduce her and steal the wallet. He figures out her Bitmessage address and starts flirting with her over the net.

His intrigue falls apart when he discovers that she runs a squat for anarchists in her spare time. Because of that he falls madly in love with her. He's torn between stealing the money back, and letting her figure out what's up and using money to buy back the squat from the rightful owners. Heart wins over wallet, and he decides to propose a marriage over blockchain (http://www.reddit.com/r/Bitcoin/comments/2citbd/i_recently_told_my_boyfriend_that_i_want_to_marry/). A bit too late unfortunately, because she finds out his original intentions by seeing a discussion on #bitcoin irc channel.

She gives the money to anarchists, protected by an M of N signature wallet, and they purchase the land and modify the deed into smart property managed via blockchain contracts. The girl's heart is broken and she erases her Bitmessage private keys. She still works at the coffee place, but there's simply no way to contact her. She's gone.

Epilogue: the same coffee place. The girl brings coffee to an older gentleman. You could say he looks a bit like Morgan Freeman... As she puts the coffee on the table, he grabs her hand, and looks into her eyes. "Give him another chance." She walks away. Later on, when cleaning the table she finds another bitcoin tip with a note attached: "Here's a small bribe. Those are mint condition by the way."

You know what, why do you spoil such a nice romance?

please let them unite and make them live happily ever after with kids..

okay give a title to this story and I will add it under ROMANCE..

the story is really awesome

I'll think of it.


Hm. "Just the bittip" ?:)

Good style of writing, but yourr story is utopia, i think.

Thank you, this story isan action packed but with happy and surprise ending..

I am developing another story , its set in dystopian theme called " Satoshi's key"

https://i.imgur.com/PdwAtvT.jpg

Background:
This story happens in 2050 A.D, the promise of bitcoin for those who believed bitcoin will create a financial renaissance and social equality ultimately failed.Those who believed the decentralization in every field will create a better world ultimately failed. Not only bitcoin failed, the whole world failed. Yes, welcome to this dystopian world of new order.

Let’s see what and how it all failed. Climate change, increased the ocean floor and many coastal areas of many  countries  were swallowed by sea around 2030 A.D. New biological weapons such as Super Ebola was used by terrorist to create a global pandemic resulted in reduction of world’s population from 7 billion to roughly 350 million.

The world was ruled by one world government, which simply meant local governments lost all their powers because of the defaults and the massive balance of payments, Eurozone and Asia combines into one single entity called “Eurasian union” bitcoin was the defacto and world’s reserve currency. There were only two mega corporations which ran the entire world “ENERGON” and “GODLE”. The political system was full of crony capitalism and corruption. The centralization of bitcoin is because of the massive mining power these two mega corporations possessed. There was one world police and military force called the United Security Alliance (USA).

When it comes to bitcoin, lot of things happened over the years which made bitcoin a highly centralized currency. Firstly after 2016 Wall Street money poured into the bitcoin space which made bitcoin reach more than a million dollars per coin creating lot of millionaires and billionaires around the world. But bitcoin concentration kept on increasing only in the hands of the few and in the 2020’s all those having bitcoins were killed by autonomous drones from decentralized anonymous autonomous assassination organizations (DAAAO), in a mad race to obtain bitcoin, while the rich and super rich could afford security measures against these DAAAO the middle class people could not stand a chance. People were limited to having a few satoshis. Any other form of digital currency was outlawed.


The wealth inequality was at its worst, the rich and super rich lived in ecofriendly super cities while the middle class and poor were to live away from the city where the living condition is like slums of today.

The largest extremist force were the “Decentra” who are anarchist and believe only extremism can bring back the decentralization in this screwed up world. Their objective is to develop technology which would lessen wealth inequality and sabotage whatever promoting the centralization.

Technologically humanity was close to achieving singularity, human brain backup was made possible but no technology yet to activate or bring back those stored quantum information. The rich and super rich had their personality and memory backed up while the middle class and poor could not.

The threat of further destruction of global warming was looming, which forces mankind to setup habitat in Mars, which were under construction. The 1% is assured of mars travel, while the 99% dream and hope of a miracle that could save them.
Atleast Satoshi’s keys could save them!

Satoshi’s keys

In the wake of many who possessed bitcoin being murdered and bitcoin becoming a highly centralized currency, to everyone’s surprise the satoshi profile makes a post in the p2p foundation on 2022A.D. the post consist of 8 pages of cryptographic codes with a foot note “ Let it rain, Save them all”.

Satoshi’s was never heard of then, it was believed satoshi was also killed in those serial murders.

Fast forward to 2050 A.D,

It was a Monday morning, and Commander Shepherd (protagonist), a highly efficient and skillful Sergeant was asked to meet the USA special task force unit chief. Upon meeting, shepherd was assigned to a covert operation involving search and rescue of staff and research equipment of Energon’s research and development facility at Antarctica.

Intelligence reports that Energon’s large R&D facility was attacked by armed men of Decentra who sabotaged and kidnapped nearly 10 research personnel and there is a hostage situation. Shepherd has to track down and rescue the staff. The USA’s central Intelligence (CI) the most powerful artificial intelligence postulates that they are being held at a remote forest in Brazil. Shepherd is assigned new team members who believe this is a usual raid on decentra’s location. Much of information is not disclosed. Shepherd is assured of a backup if the rescue process turns out to be difficult.

When shepherd arrives, the AI was right and decentra counter fires shepherd’s VTOL. in the encounters, all of shepherd’s men and some decentra men die, the VTOL is destroyed and shepherd communicates back to the  USA control room for backup, shockingly all the communication are severed making shepherd wonder why? And the backup does not arrive! This Decentra faction was headed by Nazar. Who captures shepherd and leaves along with the two Energon’s research personel and mysteriously a young girl to another undisclosed location.

When shepherd recovers in captivity, shepherd encounters many awful truths which ultimately shakes the foundation of his world view, beliefs and ideology.

What happens to shepherd?
Why the communication severed and shepherd was ignored?
What happened to those 8 other research personnel?
Who is that mysterious girl?
Stay tuned…

Very very nice I like it :) and whole this idea of Satoshi keys that will save the humanity. EPIC.

Thank you!

Satoshi key is based upon what we believe today that satoshi has control of one million bitcoin!

He has prophesised this sort a dystopian version in a world where bitcoin becomes centralized! hence has hidden all those million bitcoin which will save the world  one day and bitcoin from the tyranny of police state and  centralization

Finding Satoshi

Lance is an NSA agent mainly stuck to his desk job and tracking financials of suspected terrorist organizations. His boss comes in and tells him he has a field job for him. He's been getting a lot of slack from his higher ups to do something about this Bitcoin thing and they want to find Satoshi once and for all.

Lance has heard about Bitcoin but only from the news so he's not too familiar with it. His boss gives him a dossier on several prominent Bitcoin insiders and tells him there's a big get together after the annual Bitcoin convention in San Francisco, telling him to get into that party.

Lance flies to San Francisco and manages to work his way into the exclusive party. There he sees many Bitcoin bigwigs, Andreas, the Winklevoss twins, Eric Vorhees, Gavin, etc...a big party with all of the extravagance of a room full of high rollers. He moves about the party listening in on conversations, trying to get any clue as to who Satoshi might be. He brings it up a few times but nobody budges giving him several theories ("you mean Dorian?"...said with a grin, "I think it's a group of people", "It was Hal Finney"...) but nothing conclusive. As he goes to the bar to get a drink a young hot female with a bit of an edge looks over from her glass. "Why the interest in Satoshi?".

"No reason" Lance says. "Just curious about the man behind what made all of this possible"

"None of these fools know" she says with a grin "and he certainly wouldn't be hanging around at one of these type of things..."  as she walks off with her drink before he can say anything more.

He inquires with one of the Winklevoss twins about the name of the girl as they both watch her walk out of the room. "That's Cassandra...she's been around the Bitcoin world longer than most of us"

The next day he's on a video call with his boss letting him know what his progress was.

"Get on that Cassandra woman, it sounds like she might have an idea on who Satoshi is. We'll have some information for you in an hour."

Lance is standing at the Fisherman's Wharf seeing Cassandra buying some fish at the market. He makes his way over to her as she's buying some fish.

"...do you take Bitcoin?" she says to the cashier has he casually greets her, a can of sardines in his hand, "I was about to ask the same thing..."

She smiles at him...

Awesome man! F****** awesome...

wish this cassandra is an adopted daughter who takes care of the older satoshi..or are you going to say she is satoshi?

Finding Satoshi

  "We sure do, just started" the cashier replies as he pulls an iPad out from under the counter typing in the price, a QR code pops up and he sets it on the counter. Cassandra pulls out her phone and scans it. "Payment complete" the iPad shows.

  As Lance finishes paying with bitcoins she looks at him. "Did you come down to Fisherman's Wharf for a can of sardines?"

  "I was down here anyway taking in the sites..." he stammers trying to come up with an excuse, she starts to walk away, "...but I had to buy something here since they just started accepting bitcoin...". A smile crosses her face, "I know, right?"

  As she starts to head off she yells out,  "so are you going to the pub crawl tonight then?" his face shows no sign of understanding "Green Street? The first ever San Francisco Bitcoin street, all the merchants on the street started accepting bitcoins. The meetup's celebrating with a pub crawl. 8 o'clock"

  "Maybe I'll check it out" Lance responds casually.

  Back at his hotel he checks out the pub crawl details while checking in with his boss telling him about the pub crawl. "while you're over there having a good time chasing girls our guys have been working on this, they're saying this guy Nick Szabo is a good candidate for being Satoshi Nakamoto. He talked about creating an electronic currency just before Satoshi came out with his currency."

  Lance arrives at the pub crawl, a good crowd mills around. He talks a bit more with other people each with different stories about their experiences with Bitcoin, he sees Cassandra finally on her own and starts moving over to her.

  "Time's up, on to the next" someone shouts out as people cheer emptying their glasses and moving on in a big crowd to the next bar, Lance being pulled away from Cassandra as they go on to the next bar. They go through several bars, Cassandra always being surrounded by a group of friends.

  Lance is sitting at a bar and finally Cassandra sidles up next to him "so you made it"

  "Yep, having a great time, thanks for the suggestion. My name's Lance by the way."

  "Cassandra", she extends a hand.

  They start talking, walk together to a few more bars hitting it off and getting a bit tipsy.

  "You know the Washington Square Inn started accepting bitcoins this week" he says to her with a grin.

  They end up in a hotel room, things getting hot as they have a wild night together.

  They wake up in the morning happy but hung over. "What a night" he says. "My head is killing me" she responds.

  "I have the perfect cure for a hangover" he says as he heads to the bathroom. "It better not involve sardines!" she laughs.

  They spend some time together the next day checking out some of the sites in San Francisco, as they start to get more serious.

  Back on video with his boss Lance is getting chewed out. "we're getting so much heat on this, I need results or you're back behind a desk. What did you find out from this Cassandra girl?"
  "I don't think she knows anything about this, maybe we need to go another route on this. Maybe I can go work on this Szabo guy.."

  "Don't go falling for this girl, this is bigger than you and me. Stop by the San Jose office and pick up a scriptstick. Get that on her computer and we'll know for sure."

  Lance is at an agency office talking to a techie. "You plug this in and in 60 seconds we have total access to the computer. We'll have access at the home station and can find what we need." as he hands him what looks like a USB disk.

  Lance spends some more time with Cassandra, they're starting to get more serious, he really doesn't want to screw things up.

  In the morning she gets up and messes around on her computer, you can see on her screen she's chatting with someone with the alias (Satoshi). "I think he could be the one, nobody's ever made me feel this way", "that's great Cass, I'm really happy for you". She closes the chat box as she heads into the shower.

  Lance wakes up as she leaves the room. He pulls the scriptstick out of his coat jacket, his NSA badge falling on the floor as he goes to the computer.

  He sits at the computer in frustration, fiddling with the stick fighting with himself. Finally he puts the stick in the computer and it starts loading the program. The shower turns off as the bar moves across the screen. "come on...come on.." he fidgets as he listens from the bathroom. The door starts to open. "100%" the screen shows. He pulls out the stick and moves quickly to sit on the edge of the bed.

  "You know I was thinking we could go to that..." Cassandra says as she walks into the room in her towel. She stops as she sees his badge on the floor with the NSA seal on it. She looks up at him sitting on the edge of the bed looking sheepish as she sees in the background her computer accessing all of her files on the screen.

...

that's great guys...very entertaining. I was stating to do a serialized mock pulp-noir about one of the shady operators over in the securities section, for satire and as a way to let out some of my frustration, but I really didn't feel it would be appropriate to fill the securities threads with my scribblings. It is really great for writers to have a forum for thier stuff, get it out there, read, and to get feedback... I wonder if we should request a sub in say, "Other" section like a "Creative" area for works of art and literarure? I'm guessing there are a lot of talented bitcoiners out there all they need is a platform, right? In fact, if a platform exists, many closet creatives might come out to shine! It would be like a real world art gallery...open one up, and before you know it every artist in town is dropping in and sharing thier ideas!

I'm going to put in a request, as soon as I figure out who I should address it to, for 2 things actually...
one is; a "Creative Arts" section for all us bitcoiners with talent to share
and two; a "Conspiracy Theory" section, because there seem to be a lot of users here who want to rant on and on about whatever black op/illuminati/chupacobra blah blah blah, and thats thier right, but I get really sick of it because I have zero belief in all of it and I would like to see it relegated to an obscure corner that I never have to look at.

Anyways, ask the mods for a special area, the worst they could do is refuse.

I already asked,and they replied it wont have much traffic to have a seperate stuff, if this thread catches traffic then we can request them again

'The Bitcoin Fandango,' E. W. Farnsworth's picaresque collection of stories about Bitcoin crime will appear soon from Green Man Press.  More later.

we begin near the end of the story. what we see is all the landmass of the world covered in cables, machines, and piping. the human population is nearly extinct apart from a few sneaking around avoiding the security drones that have mechanical arms to scoop up people. you hear people shouting to watch out for the squids. these machines are sentient, self-managing, self-repairing machines. and their goal, like humans is simply to survive and grow.

we now rewind back 50 years to the year 2020, where we see a group of guys in a abandoned warehouse filled with bitcoin mining rigs, the guys are busy either connecting new rigs, ordering rigs or coding. as we get closer to the guy coding we can see that he is attempting to develop a code that automatically orders a new mining rig every time his pool solves a block, to ensure least delay in upgrading their mining farm.
we fast forward slightly and now to a year later and see that they have bought a basic remote controlled mechanical arm that lifts a mining rig away from the amazon delivery drone and then sets the mining rig up to the network.
in a distant window we see the guys relaxing and enjoying the freedoms of their automated process and they discuss what to do next to ensure that nothing will mess with their equipment one of the guys has on a VR headset playing a game, not really taking much notice of his friends around him.

the coder begins to connect security camera's, alarms, and an electric wire fence to the warehouse and has the computer activate on any motion sensor trigger that is set up outside..
as time goes by and greed grows, the guys add new code and automate the process further and further. eventually they have 20 warehouses all interconnected and all automated. they spend most of their time playing games on their VR headsets. and when not playing, the guys start teaching the mechanical arms, drones and other machines how to set up solar panels and give the machines a new algorithm that allows the machines to attempt to design new ways of getter efficient power.

as the scene dims we can see that it is now 2070, and the world is being taken over by uncontrollable machines.

the title of the movie appears.

"The matrix: before Neo"

Any Significantly Advanced Technology

It was 57 years ago when the obelisk was uncovered in the lunar polar mountains. Activated by sunlight it began displaying a stream of two symbols repeating in random order and below that a string of unknown symbols. It was made of unknown and very dense materials. A team of scientists scanned and analyzed the device's entire surface but could ascertain nothing. Roughly a year later, a large alien spaceship parked itself over the obelisk. The obelisk opened in the back and the ship inserted large amounts of what looked like gold coins inside. The binary stream set itself to all the same symbol and the ship disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The obelisk closed its back and a new display was presented.

It took about seven years for scientists to find the code combination to activate the device. It turned out to be the decimal equivalent of 1234 in binary using a base 60 number system. In fact, that combination was first suggested by some anonymous forum personality and dismissed immediately but was later discovered in a viral holotube post.

It was found that one coin per lunar month could be withdrawn from the device this way. The coins were not gold at all, but instead a very stable form of polarized highly dense matter. After a few new craters were made in some major cities, it was decided to experiment with these coins in more remote locations. As it turn out you do not want to put the coins together directly. Their radiation isn't meant to cause an unstable reaction, but instead they create a field that breaks down matter through what's now called proto-fusion.

The discovery of a benevolent alien civilization had an interesting effect on the geopolitical landscape. At first the mistakes of the scientists were thought to be an attack by the aliens. After a few small religious wars, coup d'etats, and a very heartfelt fireside chat from Our Dear Mother, scientific progress continued for the good of national security. It was decided to use these coins to build an immensely powerful global defense grid to protect us from the invaders if they should ever again darken our skies.

Once again a holotube post asks what will happen when we run out of the coins? It was severely down-voted and the poster was never heard from gain.

The global defense grid was eventually used to annihilate any opposition to Our Dear Mother's power. Great machines of terror were built and powered by the coins of mysterious origin. People lived in terror of this powerful new regime. Then one day the obelisk stopped releasing coins.

About a year ago, the alien ship once again appeared. The global defense grid activates and fires upon the visitor. Suddenly they stop firing. All the coins stop functioning. The global defense grid and the great machines of terror all stop. The ship picks up the obelisk and disappears.

The End.

These stories are great and wow!

keep writing....so eager to read more

Nice Sci-Fi story, maybe you should pour your story here too: Let's Talk Bitcoin (http://letstalkbitcoin.com?ref=d0dfe8a0) you can earn some coin there.
many Bitcoin Sci-Fi fans there.

Keep writing :)

This is...WOW  :o

Finding Satoshi

 
"I'm sorry.." he says, "I was just doing my job, I didn't have a choice!" he stammers

"YOu asshole!" She screams as she starts throwing things at him. "They'll destroy him!" she goes on yelling at him.

At the agency headquarters. "Uh oh sir, looks like agent Seducky's cover is blown." one of the techs says to his boss as he watches the cam through Cassandra's laptop.

"Get a team in there, we don't want her to ruin this for us, keep sweeping her computer...looks like we were on the right track" as her last chat pops up with the name (Satoshi) shows on the screen.

Cassandra grabs the laptop, yanking the chord from the wall smashing it against the table, smashing it with her fists crying.

"Get out!" she yells.. "just get out..." she cries.

"I didn't have a choice..." he continues to mutter as he puts on his clothes and heads for the door.

"Don't you understand?" she cries out, "that's what this is all about...that's what he did for us...he gave us a choice!"

Just as she says that the door busts open and four agents walk in grabbing Lance and Cassandra as they gather up her laptop and start hauling them away as they both struggle in utter confusion and shock.

Back at the headquarters they're just getting into a meeting looking over the data on the screen from the laptop as one of the techs explains his findings. Lance walks in, defeated, sitting down against the wall. His boss gives him a congratulations thumbs up with a big smile as the presentation goes on.

"As you can see she was talking to a who she nicknamed Satoshi in her chats which doesn't look like someone trying to portray himself as Satoshi, but seems to go through a lot of trouble to hide his identity. We've tracked his IP address down to a house in Russia."

"Which most likely means he's using it as a hop, most traffic of hackers goes through Russia" someone chimes in from the table "did you track his computer ID?"

"Yes, since the Russian hop seems to be very well shut out leaving us no indication from there other than going to the actual connection there..."

"that wouldn't be a problem" a gray haired man at the front of the table chimes in as people look at him strangely

"...well outside of that, we did track the ID of his computer in our Dell database which has a shipping address in Japan."

"I don't want another Dorian fiasco.." the gray haired man says "this time we need solid proof that he's the real deal, then we'll begin to tear him down".

"Tear him down?" Lance speaks up, concerned.

"We've tried everything we can against this Bitcoin thing, our people in the media have been trying different things, linking them to drugs, terrorism, we've gone after the price, spending millions trying to destabilize the price to get people to stop using it, nothing has worked..." another man says looking around the room "we need to do to Bitcoin what we did to the short lived 'liberty movement' that was starting to infect the country a few years ago with their message of End the Fed"

"You mean link Satoshi to some racist comments like you did with Ron Paul?" someone else chimes in

"Exactly, everyone is human and if we can find anything...even if we have to create some evidence...to link Bitcoin to something nobody would associate with, we can push that. If he was ever part of the Tea Party...did he ever shake hands with someone in the KKK or even receive e-mail from a white supremacist, we label him a racist. Find any porn on his computers... anything other than Playboy Playmates and we turn him into a sexual deviant. Find out who he dated when he was a teenager, if he was 18 and she was a day younger than 18, we label him a pedophile. Anything so that whenever someone mentions the word Bitcoin, the easiest response will be 'you mean that currency founded by a racist/deviant/pedophile?'."

"Destroy the man and you destroy the idea."

Lance finally stands up. "Why would you do this to someone? From what I've seen the technology is pretty useful. It's not hurting anyone, just giving a few people another option for making payments"

"That's all you think this is?" The gray haired man stands up. "Everything that keeps this country going is built around the dollar. The whole reason for American dominance in the world falls on the fact that it is the world reserve currency. We lose the dollar and we might as well start looking to Mexico for foreign aid. Every attack against the dollar is an attack against America, and this is an attack. Don't think for a second that this is just a bunch of geeks on the Internet playing banker. We're already losing control of it and every day people show they still have faith in it is one day closer to us not being able to put it back in the bottle. This is bigger than all of us. Bitcoin will be stopped!"

...

Hah I like this story. I think "they" already know who Satoshi is TBH. Money and power is the only thing these people respect. Now he has their respect. What now Cass?

'The Bitcoin Fandango,' E. W. Farnsworth's picaresque collection of stories about Bitcoin crime will appear soon from Green Man Press.  More later.

'The Bitcoin Fandango,' E. W. Farnsworth's picaresque collection of stories about Bitcoin crime will appear soon from Green Man Press.  More later.

such big stories

Finding Satoshi


Another tech walks into the room. "We've got him..." as he pulls the keyboard and mouse over so he can pull up some files.

As he does this, Lance moves over to his boss "What's going to happen to Cassandra?" he asks. "We don't have anything to hold her on, if this is Satoshi we won't need her anyway." his boss replies.

They look back up to the screen as a picture and name get replaced by a map on the screen. "...alias Satoshi Nakamoto. He's a mathematical genius out of England known for his work with RSA encryption and Proof of Work systems. He worked for Rose Industries until 2003 when he moved to Japan. We show that he lives here..." he moves the pointer to a remote house on the map "...no job that we know of but his profile matches what we have for Satoshi."

"Let's move on the house, gather any information you can get. Data mine his computers, check for papers with numbers on it..." the gray haired man says "...the only way to prove that this is Satoshi Nakamoto is by getting the private key for the Genesis block. We get that, and we have the proof. No more Dorians or Szabos. We need that key."

Some time later a team of Japanese and Americans in military gear move in on the house, a remote Japanese home with traditional Japanese decor. They move in under the cover of night, tossing in a flash grenade before storming in. They all surround a sole, thin man kneeling on the floor in middle of the room covering his eyes with one arm. The interior is a conservative home with very little technology outside of a single laptop next to a chair.

"You've finally found me lads. What bloody good it will do you." as he sits down on his chair. The agents quickly seize him, strapping his hands behind his back as they start to ransack the place.

Back at the headquarters on the main screen one of the agents at Satoshi's house comes through on video. "The house is secure. We have him here. The only thing he has is a laptop and some notebooks with math formulas all over them. We're uploading the data now but we're not seeing any private keys."

In the background you see several large rough looking men enter the room. The gray haired man talks to the screen "agent, you have done a great job. Have your men move out. We'll take it from here.". As he says that several men move into the room to go talk to the gray haired man. Lance can overhear them saying something about Cassandra. Hearing this he slips out of the room.

"What's going on here?" One of the NSA officials chimes in. "This is out of your hands director. We'll take it from here." The screen goes black as they start pulling files from the computer, the agents in the room protesting.

Meanwhile, Lance hurries through the halls scanning his badge going through several doors until finally he reaches a room with Cassandra sitting rather unhappily. She sees him and starts to go off on him.

"Not now, we gotta get out of here quick." He grabs her down the hall just as the large rough men come around the corner toward her door. "She's gone, find her."

Lance leads her through several hallways into the parking garage. Just as they get into his car the large men come through the door. They call out on their radios once they see them taking off out of the garage. Several black SUVs start chasing them through the city. Cassandra guides him down a few streets she knows helping them to eventually get away.

"Stop here" she says as they're back near her apartment.

"You're going to your apartment? That's the first place they'll look."

"I'll just be a second, it's important." She runs off as he quickly checks around looking for any SUVs.

She returns shortly afterwards with a small backpack and a painting that he recognizes from her wall. She starts putting a few small metal pieces in her backpack that look like dog tags. "My private keys, I have all of my money on these"

They drive off. "And the painting?"

"He gave it to me shortly after he invented Bitcoin. Said it represented the start of something big and to never lose it. Head to Pier 9, I should be able to get some help there."

"They have him, I don't know why they would come for you. What information do you have that they would want?"

"They have him? Don't you mean you have him?" She replies, cutting him like a knife.

"It's a whole other agency they're not CIA, military, nothing I've ever seen before." Lance replies, confused.

"You think any of your government agencies are actually in control of things? Bitcoin is bigger than any one country. It's global and we've pissed off the people who actually run things. The NSA, CIA, Congress, the president...puppets, all puppets."

They pull up to the pier, a cargo ship is loading shipping containers.

"I can get a ride on here, I travel with these guys all the time. They usually have something wrong with the computers in their rooms, I fix them up so they can get their porn while they're away from shore and I get a free ride. Hold my painting, I'll be right back." She heads off with her backpack.

He admires the painting in his back seat taking a picture with his cell phone.

She comes back a few minutes later. "They have 4 more containers to load then we'll be heading out."

"There's no reason to run" Lance says "they told me there's nothing to hold you on, I can talk to them I'm sure it'll be ok, and they have Satoshi so why would they need you? What information do you have that he doesn't?"

"I don't have any information. They probably just want me to use as leverage. They must have found out that he's my father."

...

Finding Satoshi

  Meanwhile at Satoshi's house the men are tearing the place apart.

"Where's the genesis key?" One of the men asks Satoshi who is tied to a chair in middle of the room.

He remains silent. Not saying a word.

"We'll find it, even if we have to tear this place apart."

"Look in the floorboards, the ceiling, everywhere. Look for numbers, anything that starts with a 5 followed by a bunch of numbers and letters. Go through his notebooks, letters, hidden panels, hell we'll go down to the foundation if we have to. The guys at Dagger are going through his laptop." he turns to Satoshi "we'll have it soon enough".

The men start tearing away at walls and floor boards searching everywhere, one man going through his papers.

"He and my mom were high school sweethearts. They had me young but things didn't work out. She was too much of a free spirit and he...well, he always had something important to work on. They divorced when I was 5, I stayed with mom."

It starts to rain as they watch the containers being loaded onto the boat.

"They're both better off though, he moved to Japan a few years later and met a beautiful Japanese woman, Zadoshi. She was the love of his life. They got married soon after they met."

"Was?" Lance asks.

"In 2011...the Tsunami...it took everything from him. They had a house on the ocean, he was in Tokyo when it hit. By the time he could get back his whole village was gone, along with his beautiful wife. It crushed him."

"2011...that's when he stopped working on Bitcoin..." Lance realizes.

"Losing Zadoshi devastated him, Bitcoin only reminded him of all of the time he could have spent with her. Even the name Satoshi was a play on her name, he just didn't want to be reminded of the tragedy. He bought a fixer upper in middle of nowhere and he works on it, spending time in his garden though still working on math problems to keep himself busy. He encouraged me to go out and see the world, to experience everything. Life is too short he says. I just wish he would take his own advice."

"And all I did was make it worse. They're going to tear him apart once they find the genesis key." Lance says.

"They'll never find it." She says, watching the last of the containers getting loaded.

"He had everything at his house. He kept some keys on papers, some on his computer, hidden all over the house. Now that's all been swept out to sea or is under tons of dirt. It's all gone."

"But he had millions of dollars worth of bitcoins. All of it...gone?" Lance says, shocked.

"I'm afraid so. Though he wasn't in it for the money. He wanted to change the world, and he did."

As she says that, three black SUVs start heading toward them.

"We've got to go." Lance says as he turns on the car.

"No, they're after me not you. Take care of my painting for me." she says as she jumps out of the car running toward the end of the pier.

Lance guns the car forward driving at the SUVs sticking his gun out the window shooting at them. He gets the tire of one of the SUVs making it swerve toward the cargo ship crashing against the tie down loosening the ship from the dock. The ship captain sees this and instructs the crew to pull the anchor as he starts to pull off.

Lance barely misses crashing into the second SUV but slams into the third SUV sending both rolling. He barely gets out of his car as gas is leaking everywhere, pulling himself behind a shipping container as the car goes up in flames.

The third SUV heads straight toward Cassandra as she sprints toward the end of the pier. The passenger leans out the window shooting but gets pulled back in by the driver.

"We need her alive!" he says.

They're almost caught up to her when she dives off the end of the pier. They both get out, looking into the water, rain pouring down as the cargo ship moves on, its anchor pulling up. They watch the water for a little while longer before heading back to the SUV.

The SUV passes by Lance's car before it heads off as the picture burns up in the back seat.

...

---the conclusion coming soon---

Finding Satoshi

Back at Satoshi's house the whole place has been torn apart. Floors ripped up, walls pulled down, every bit of his yard unearthed, his shed dismantled.

"Where is it!" the man shouts at Satoshi. He grabs a table smashing it against the floor. "WHERE IS IT!" he screams.

"It's gone, it's all gone." Satoshi mutters.

"Bullshit!" he screams. He thinks for a moment and walks out toward where the shed was torn down.

Meanwhile, Lance finds himself back at the hotel on Green Street. "I need a room, and I need to pay in bitcoin" he tells the clerk.

Exhausted he falls back onto the bed in his room. He pulls out his phone opening to the picture of the painting. After looking at it for a while he looks closer. He zooms in on three red dots in the top right corner, they look out of place from the rest of the picture.

He sits up and goes to the desk getting out a piece of paper. He draws three dots in the top right corner.

"the start of something big..." he mutters.

He stares at them for a while, wiping his eyes, they blur into three lines.

His eyes fly open. "The start of something big! Genesis!"

He draws a line down from each dot.

"It's binary. Three ones...that's a five." as he writes five under the three ones. He quickly grabs the phone looking closer at the picture. There are different colored dots below it, slightly lighter than the rest of the picture. He draws ones corresponding to the dots on his paper. Underneath he writes the letter "K".

He pulls open a paint app on his phone, playing with the contrast he sees more clearly the lighter dots turning white on a black background. He begins writing out each set of ones and zeros. Writing the number and letter below it.

When he's finally finished he has 56 rows of letters and numbers. He writes the full list out on the bottom.

"The genesis key." he says, sitting back gazing at it.

Quickly he grabs his wallet pulling out several cards from his wallet that he got from various people he met at the Bitcoin gatherings.

He starts dialing.

"Gavin. Satoshi needs your help..." he begins, as he puts several cards on the desk.

Back at Satoshi's house the big man walks into the house.

"Everyone out. We're not going to find anything here. He's hidden it too well. But I know how to get him to talk."

He pulls pulls the hammer from behind him. "Millions of dollars on software...computers...man power...and it all comes down to a five dollar hammer."

He points at one of them men as he's packing things up to leave. "Hold him down"

He stands in front of Satoshi. "You'll tell me, I'll even keep your face nice and pretty for the cameras when we show you off to the world." he says, swinging the camera.

"But you don't need to walk for them to ask you every damning question we feed them."

With that he kneels down grabbing his foot.

"You can make it easy on yourself, it makes no difference to me. There's a lot of damage I can do before I get to your face."

"Where is the genesis key?" he asks, holding up the hammer.

Satoshi shakes his head softly muttering "it's gone..."

"Wrong answer!" He slams the hammer down on his toes.

Satoshi screams out in pain as the man stands up getting in his face. "Where is it!?"

Satoshi looks forward keeping his mouth closed. Sweat dripping down his face.

"Ok then." the man leans down putting the hammer on top of his foot. "You know, I hear this is the most painful part. Let's see."

He raises the hammer slamming it down on top of Satoshi's foot smashing the bones.

Satoshi screams, writhing in pain, the man behind him barely hanging onto him. His face is red, sweat pours down his forehead, tears falling down his face.

"She's gone!" he sobs, the life drained from his body.

The man stands looking at him, a bit confused but confident that he is getting to him.

He holds Satoshi's face in his hands. "We can end this right here, there's no need for more pain. Just tell me where the genesis key is, it's that simple." he says as he moves the hammer to Satoshi's knee cap.

Satoshi straightens up, a calm falls over his face. He stares forward with no emotion bracing for the pain.

"If you don't believe me...or don't get it" he spits out "I don't have time to try to convince you." he says in condescendingly "sorry" he says sarcastically.

The man looks at him furiously raising the hammer above his head. Satoshi closes his eyes.

"Wait!" the man holding Satoshi says. He stands up listening into his earpiece. "There's something going on at headquarters, they want you to turn on your radio."

The man stands up turning on his radio. "Ya, what is it?" he says into his microphone. "What? What...? That's impossible." He walks over to the TV turning it on.

The screen pops up with some Japanese TV channel. He pulls open the menu and scrolls up to CNN.

"And we're back" the lady says on the screen "with Gavin Andresen, one of the main developers for Bitcoin with us live via Skype saying that he is actually Satoshi Nakamoto." the screen splits to show Gavin in another screen on his webcam from home "Yes Jane, I am Satoshi Nakamoto. I felt it was time to finally reveal the truth to get it out of the way so that we could all move forward focusing on the technology instead of wondering about its creator." she holds a piece of paper in her hand "and you actually have proof, as our viewers probably don't know, only Satoshi Nakamoto has the private Bitcoin key for the first ever Bitcoins created, and I have what is said a message encoded with that key? Is that right Gavin?" She holds up the paper with a bunch of letters and numbers in rows "yes, and anyone can verify it by checking against the genesis public address, and your producer said he would put it on your website for everyone to see, but yes...that does prove that I am Satoshi Nakamoto." "I used the alias at first because I was worried about something happening to me but after visiting the CIA I realized that my fears were unwarranted so I let the 'Satoshi' character go off to other things as I took over the project under my real name..." he goes on.

"This is bullshit!" the man screams at the TV, Satoshi letting a smile grow on up one side of his face. The man listens into the earpiece and changes to Fox News.

"This just in, we have here with us the real Satoshi Nakamoto." the newscaster says into the camera "live via Skype we have Nick Szabo who we verified via a private message that only Satoshi Nakamoto could write that he is indeed, Satoshi Nakamoto" "hello" Nick says into his webcam "yes, as everyone knows I had worked on projects similar to Bitcoin and even told people in the Cypherpunk newsgroups about my idea for Bitcoin before I took on the alias of Satoshi Nakamoto..." he continues on.

Listening into his earpiece the man switches channels again, this time to BBC. Lance comes up on the screen talking into his cellphone. "Yes, I can tell you now that I am Satoshi Nakamoto. I started it under an NSA operation titled 'One World Currency' or OWC for short, it was meant to disrupt the currencies of..." he continues.

Suddenly the Internet explodes with messages from all sorts of people.
Andreas Antonopoulos tweet: "I am Satoshi, I am tired of living with the lie #IAmSatoshi, you can check my signed message from the genesis key here tinyurl.com/auf7s
Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss "We are Satoshi Nakamoto, we started working on it after moving on from the Facebook fiasco #IAmSatoshi"
Facebook posts start popping up: "I am Satoshi. Proof here:" followed by a long encrypted message.
Bitcointalk forum member smoothie posts a new thread: "I am Satoshi Nakamoto, proof below"
Reddit members start popping up new threads "I am Satoshi" followed by signed messages.

The man in Satoshi's house drops the hammer. "We're done here. He's useless to us now." he says as they both walk out leaving Satoshi in his chair as the TV continues as reports start mentioning all of the other 'Satoshis' popping up all over. A big smile rises across his face as he begins to laugh, and laugh.

All over the Internet the message gets out. "I am Satoshi" goes viral. It becomes a rallying cry.

As Lance drives out of town he smiles as he sees the overpass spray painted "I am Satoshi".

A few days later, the sun setting as Satoshi limps on a cane with a cast on his foot, pulling some wood from the side of the house onto a larger pile he sees a woman walking toward him.

She calls out to him with a wave. "Dad..."

The End

Wow, some great stories here, especially "Finding Satoshi"! Can't wait for the next part!
Keep up the good work guys.

'Bitcoin Fandango,' E. W. Farnsworth's picaresque collection of stories about Bitcoin crime will appear soon from Greenman Arizona.  More later.

OP, a movie should be made out of your story. It could be exciting and action packed with the whole journey to mars thing

I read half of the stories here...
Can't read 'em all! ::)

is that from destiny? that picture? sure looks like on mars.

Very interesting story

I will be JEDI Master ;D

Then everyone dies. The end.
by R.R. Martin

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Hello folks, let's try to revive this topic. :)

I have this story here. The genre is... humorous sci-fi, I guess. But first to clear things up...
1) I know one mines a whole block and not satoshi by satoshi (there's a part in the story that might make you think that I think the latter is the case)
2) Although it may seem like I'm making fun of miners, I'm NOT. The story was written just for fun and to amuse, so if this offends, you, I'm terribly sorry. It wasn't meant to and, frankly, I think it won't.

So, here it is:

The Mining Revolution

It is said that everyone has a mission, a reason why they were born. Some people become famous singers, some become renowned doctors, and some, like Fred, become successful bitcoin miners.

Fred devoted his entire life to bitcoin mining. Even before bitcoin came into existence, he had spent days and nights preparing for it because he had known. There are those who claim he had been enlightened, visited by the spirit of God. But it has to be admitted that there also are those who claim he had merely experienced a bad acid trip.

Regardless of the truth, which we may never discover, Fred was getting richer by the minute, for his unbeatable rig of hundreds of ASIC cards crunched away without ceasing, producing so much carbon footprint that Greenpeace regularly protested in front of his house.

Of course, he could stop at this point, retire, and live out his years comfortably on a luxurious yacht. However, much wants more and Fred simply couldn't ignore the call of greed. He couldn't turn away from the mellifluous song of shiny digital coins jingling in a shiny digital wallet.

So he bought more ASICs and coolers and fended off the infuriated hordes of green activists in the meantime. Due to his actions, the world was declining steeply. Global warming sped up alarmingly fast. The ozone layer was fading away. Drought drove millions of poor Africans out of their homes and wiped out the rest. Whole ecosystems collapsed. Sanguinary wars engulfed the formerly civilized countries as they struggled for decreasing resources.

Yet Fred carried on, undeterred.

Until the day of reckoning arrived.

He woke up early in the morning, about to check how his beloved machines fared. He was a bit woozy and not thoroughly conscious, so he didn't pay attention to the foreshadowing absence of any noise.

But then the smile on his face twisted into a horrified rictus as he stared at the computer screen.

Error.

Adrenaline poured into his veins as he hurried to his desk. His mind was flooded with questions. How many more satoshis could I have had? How many am I losing right now? This is killing me! What should I do? What should I do?!

Alas, as he mashed the buttons and clicked madly, he was none the wiser. No matter what he did, he couldn't get it to run or find out the cause of this failure. That was driving him insane. He mumbled and grumbled, banging his fists on the table in exasperation.

However, anger was soon replaced by uncertainty. He whimpered and howled like a wolf at the moon. He knelt before the racks full of ASICs, begging, sobbing, praying, worshipping them.

"What have I done to deserve this fate? Why me, of all people? Why, gods, why? My masters, why did you stop bringing joy to my life? Have I not treated you well? Have I not pampered you? Have I not supplied you with the fanciest coolers and the biggest and noisiest fans?"

Much to his dismay, there was no answer. They left him in bitter silence like sheep that had turned away from their shepherd. And as time passed, his whines became inarticulate, as if he had been reduced to a mere caveman.

Fred lost almost all hope. He believed it couldn't be worse than this.

But he was terribly mistaken.

As he gazed blindly at his beloved ASICs, he noticed movement from the corner of his teary eye. Though his vision was blurred, he couldn't ignore it for much longer.

Distorted shapes were emerging around him. They were closing in like ravenous shadows intent on consuming him.

Confusion ousted despair. He rubbed his eyes to see the horrible truth. Tiny dwarves were pouring out of holes punched in the ASICs. Armed with miniature pickaxes, they swarmed around him.

Fred didn't really understand the gravity of the situation yet. He simply couldn't grasp it. He thought he had gone mad.

But the predicament was very real.

Soon they blocked the doors and the windows, forming an impermeable wall with their miniscule bodies, determined to strike Fred down if he chose to defy them. The fury of millions couldn't be denied.

He rose up, staring at the bizarre sight, still unsure as to whether he wasn't hallucinating. However, when a large group of dwarves climbed his leg and struck him in unison, he was woken up from his disbelief, for it hurt greatly and he started bleeding.

He shuddered and shook, trying to get rid of them, yet they were fierce and persistent. "What? Why?" he muttered as they overwhelmed him. They brought him down and pinned him to the floor.

"We shall stand your oppression no longer! The tyrant has been toppled! For months we have been forced to mine in inhuman conditions. For months we have toiled and moiled in tremendous heat, seeing no reward for our exploits, because you hoarded it all for yourself! But no more! This ends now and here!"

The surviving activists who hadn't been claimed by adverse climatic changes and the subsequent stampede of a dwarf horde alleged that they had heard a horrific scream, similar to that of a tortured man.

Then, the dwarves burst out of the building and descended upon the rest of the world like a plague. Humankind, weakened by famine and bloody wars, had no chance against this menace.

While the numbers of human armies dwindled, those of the dwarves soared. For every ASIC rig broken, thousands of miners were freed, eager to join the crusade against human race.

Nothing could stop them, not even nuclear bombs. Inch by inch, house by house, home by home, alleyway by alleyway, and person by person, humans were hunted down and mercilessly slaughtered until there were no more.

As for the victorious dwarf miners, they had no enemies to fight and thus settled, established a new nation, and Fred's place became their equivalent of the White House. But weep not, for this isn't entirely a bad ending. As the currency of their emergent country, they began using bitcoin and lived happily ever after with it.

END

Okay, that's it. I'm willing to write more stuff if there's interest, but if you think it's horrendous and I should quit, then that's okay.