This is a short Story about the year 2050, which I wrote for the german sub-Forum. I hope you like it. 
Cryptonomics as a dystopiaIt was cold. So damn bitter cold. A short gust caused that she couldn't even see her hands in front of her eyes because of all the dusty sand. Already after a few minutes the visibility became clearer again. A shrill beep sounded and Emma jumped out of the sliding door in her space suit, which automatically closed again behind her with a loud hiss at lightning speed. The spacesuit weighed heavily on her skin and scraped it open. It hurt with every movement. The next shipment of aluminium from earth, which was urgently needed for the production of the fluffier spacesuit was unfortunately out of stock for several weeks. So at the moment Emma couldn't avoid going out into the hostile outer world of the planet with her older brother's equipment.
Emma moved towards the dusty and red Jeff-Bezos-Avenue, which shone in a bright green through her VR-glasses integrated in her helmet and was lined with so-called birch trees. In her digital display of the helmet, the total amount of her remaining Green Coins for one year was shown in the upper right corner. These Green Coins were distributed at the beginning of each year and linked to the emission of CO2. Each planet's inhabitants thus had a certain budget of CO2 that they could consume. If there were no Green Coins left, new Green Coins had to be purchased via BTC. Unfortunately, the financial development was such that the complete dominance of the BTC meant that classic redistribution mechanisms of the state, such as taxes, failed completely. Especially the richest of the richest hoarded vast amounts of the central crypto currency and the distribution of wealth had turned even more in their favour. There were already calls from the people to expropriate Bitcoin whales by force. Paradoxically, this was not possible because nobody knew exactly who was among the richest of the richest. The wealthy had meanwhile understood not to show their wealth in public. There were already several cases in the past weeks in which the stock of Green Coins for individual persons was used up and the smart contract "Kill" was activated. The people were then liquidated by simply cutting off the oxygen supply to the protective suit.
Emma's green coin budget was only enough for a few hours. She felt sick at the thought of it. Emma sensed that she was starting to sweat and got out of breath. Then, at the end of the horizon, she saw her destination. A huge hall full of obsolete Antminers S119. Mining would actually have meant massive losses and would have been unprofitable, but the roofs were equipped with highly efficient solar modules and therefore the electricity was practically for free. However, there were always problems, as the sand swirled onto the modules by the wind massively reduced the efficiency. Normally the cleaning was done automatically by drones, but sometimes a new firmware caused problems. In this case the problem was not with the firmware, but with a gang of youths who were in the process of stowing the drones in their Cybertruck 14. In Darknet these old drones could probably still be turned into BTC. Her pulse suddenly shot up when she realized that the youth gang was armed. They had a huge amount of AVA with them. AVA was probably the biggest chance of all to end the domination of Bitcoin, but unfortunately AVA was too complex and too complicated for the average citizen. Now they were worthless, but as a throwing weapon AVA was very popular. Emma was thrown several AVAs against the helmet, which immediately pushed in. Emma felt a sharp blow and noticed her eyes turn black. Emma lay on the ground for several hours until she woke up. She felt queasy. Then she noticed that the Green Coins had already been used up and the oxygen supply had already been cut off. She had a few minutes left.
Emma was dying. Then she suddenly received a notification in her helmet. An ominous group from the German forum section of Bitcointalk called "Bitcoin Group Mining" had finally managed to dig a block together for the first time. Emma had completely forgotten that she had been a participant again and again over the past decades. The mined BTCs had already arrived on Emma's wallet. With her last ounce of strength she exchanged the BTC for the rescuing green coins. Just in time and not a second too early. The rescuing oxygen flowed into her helmet and she sucked it in deeply. "Green Coin desperately needs a fork," she made up her mind and headed for Planet Central...
