My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember The man allinvain. Also The man we called Kevin. To understand who they are, you have to go back to another time. When the bitcoin world was powered by the GPU. And the desert sprouted great networks of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without TeraFLOP/s, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering miners sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the forum it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for ones and zeros. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like c-rock. The warrior c-rock. In the roar of a stream processor, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again...
c-rock
