King of Bitcoin
19-year old Atlas Fawkes is a bitcoin true believer. It's 2019, and he's been eulogizing the new anonymous online currency for five long years, using all his spare cash to 'mine' for bitcoins. But why won't people listen to him? The fools!
When an extraordinary turn of events proves Atlas right, and bitcoin becomes the only way to trade, he suddenly finds himself holding the keys to the kingdom. What will he do with his new-found wealth? How will he repay those who mocked him so relentlessly?
Warning: King of Bitcoin contains many adult themes, very strong language, and scenes of an explicit graphic sexual nature. Lots of silly things happen, and you should not attempt to use this book as a get-rich-quick manual.“Bitcoins? Buttcoins more like!”
Brad outstretched his hand to his desk-mate, receiving a reciprocal high-five. Titters erupted around the classroom at the jock’s customary wit, accompanied by the sound of a few snores, low chattering, and bored tapping of pencils.
Atlas shrugged. He had been expecting the morons not to understand the importance of his class talk, and patiently stood there waited for the idiotic giggling to die down. He was trying his best to inform them about the future of economics, the future of everything. It was 2019, and he’d been doing the same thing for five tiring years. Few had listened, preferring to remain in their convenient bubble. Sheep.
He straightened his shirt, which was already pressed neatly. “No, Bradley, bitcoins. As I was saying, bitcoins are a cryptocurrency, the most popular of many, and they allow users to send and receive payments over a decentralized encrypted network. They are the future of currency as we know it, so it would in fact behoove you to listen.”
Brad stretched back further in his chair, sneering at the tall, thin, impossibly serious, Atlas. Instead it was Brad’s cheerleader girlfriend Kayleigh who spoke. She sat at the front of the class, and Atlas had to concentrate not to be distracted by her long creamy legs clearly visible to him under the desk.
“My dad’s a banker. He says bitcoins are unstable. He says you need government regulation for a currency to work. He said he’d never put one dime of his money into ‘em”.
“Well, Kayleigh, respectfully, your father is either ill-informed, willfully ignorant, or just watching out for his own stack. The banks have been teetering on destruction for decades. All it takes is for one card to fall, and they all will.”
“Hey dickballs, don’t call my dad dumb!”
Miss. Grey, the young English class teacher, exclaimed “Language Kayleigh! This is a classroom.” Still, she too looked bored at the talk.
Unperturbed, Atlas continued.
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