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The frightening story of Bitcoin

by David Walker about a year ago in fiction
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Call me a conspiracy theorist if you want to but this isn’t , I heard a story from a guy who knows a guy. I swear it’s true and one day soon I’ll have the evidence

Mike was a friend of mine. I’ll not share his last name because I want to protect his family, but Mike was at the top of his game. When we were in high school together, the internet was just starting to become a thing and he knew it would be big. He went to university to learn how to program and he knew stuff I’d only ever seen in movies. Stuff way above my head. He even started up his own small shop from home. It wasn’t long before tech companies knew his name and were searching him out. He had his pick of places to go and would have been rich for sure. Until one fateful day in 1999, he met them.

Mike was a friend of mine. I’ll not share his last name because I want to protect his family, but Mike was at the top of his game. When we were in high school together, the internet was just starting to become a thing and he knew it would be big. He went to university to learn how to program and he knew stuff I’d only ever seen in movies. Stuff way above my head. He even started up his own small shop from home. It wasn’t long before tech companies knew his name and were searching him out. He had his pick of places to go and would have been rich for sure. Until one fateful day in 1999, he met them

Mike was on his way to New York for a meeting when his car got a flat tire. He was driving through a rural area in Pennsylvania and was in a forested area when it happened. There was no one around and Mike was having trouble getting a cell phone signal. He didn’t have a spare tire so he decided to walk to the nearest town for help. When Mike told me about this, I didn’t know what to believe but I’ve never known Mike to be a liar. He was all alone on the quiet road, when suddenly a man appeared dressed in a nice suit and one of those wide brimmed hats you would see in old movies. 

Mike said he nearly jumped out of his skin as this man literally appeared out of nowhere. He was well dressed in a grey suit and was just standing in the road. Thinking help had just arrived, Mike went up to them man to introduce himself

“Excuse me, sir. I got a flat tire back there and was wondering if you could help me?” Mike said.

“We need your help” was the only reply Mike heard from the man. The words were spoken in a flat monotone voice as this stranger seemed to stare off into to nowhere. The stranger reached up and touched Mike on the shoulder and in a flash of light, Mike found himself in a room filled with people wearing suits and looking at him.

Not having a clue how he got there or even where there might be, his fears were being overwhelmed with a sense of calm. He wanted to be frightened but it was like walking against the flow of a river.

“Welcome, we are in need of your help, indeed all of mankind needs your help” 

Mike didn’t see who it was that spoke with him but it felt like the voice was inside of him. 

“Who said that?” Mike asked, looking around at each person. No one moved but fixed their gaze upon my friend.

“We did” said the voice within him. Indeed it did sound like a multitude of voices but they were in perfect harmony.

“What do you want from me?” 

“Mankind needs to move towards unity, they need to be one people before we can reveal ourselves to them”

“Who are you?” Mike asked them.

“We are the ones of old. We have always been here guiding mankind along. We have watched over the world since the beginning but you have always resisted us”

Mike was stunned and no idea how to respond to this.

“We taught men how to farm, how to forge steel and how to build. We taught language and medicine but you have used the gifts we gave to divide. Now your end draws near.”

“How can I help, what is it you think I can do?” 

“We have given you technology to help you. Men follow money and it is under the control of but a few and they will not let go. We will help you to create a new form of money that will not be under their control.”

“I don’t know anything about finances, I’m just a programmer” Mike objected.

“A programmer is what we need. We will help you.” they said.

“What if I don’t want to help you?” Mike was testing them.

Suddenly Mike’s mind was flooded with images and sounds of violence and disasters. The noise was overwhelming and he cried out for it to stop.

“This is a glimpse of the future for mankind as they fight each other. This must not happen.”

“If you’ve been around as long as you say you have, how will this change anything?” Mike asked them.

“This is but one piece of the work we are doing and it is an important piece. We have placed in your mind all that you need to do this work but you must start soon”

Before Mike could even ask another question, he found himself standing back on the road, all alone. What was that? Did he have a stroke, a daydream? Was he losing his mind? Shaking off the cobwebs, Mike turned back towards his car. He need time to process what just happened. As he approached the car he noticed that his tire was no longer flat. Confused, he looked it over carefully. It was his tire but it didn’t look like it had any holes in it. His reason for driving into New York was now a secondary issue and he needed some time to think this through. Turning around, he headed back home.

Over the next 2 years he kept thinking about the event. That’s when he told me. I thought he imagined it. Whatever happened, he believed it and all I could do was be a friend. He doodled out a picture of a coin with a B in the middle. He called it a bitcoin as it would be digital currency. This event had him dig deeper into the world economic system and from what he learned, the worlds finances did seem to be controlled by a few small groups of people. We were all slaves to their system and didn’t even know it. Then 9/11 happened.

The extreme violence perpetrated upon innocent people struck Mike like an alarm clock, waking him up. He began to understand that what they said to him was true and like the matrix movies, someone needed to take a red pill and wake up. Looks like he was chosen to play a part in the revolution.

Mike began the painstaking process of understanding how the banking process worked, how money traded hands and he began to incorporate his programming skills into creating this new digital currency. As conspiracy theories go, when you challenge the powerhouse that another person controls, people often disappear. Stories flood the internet of inventors who refuse to sell their revolutionary products are suddenly missing. Inventions gone and no one hears of them anymore. Mike wasn’t going to let that happen to him. He needed a cover or a scapegoat. Someone that the financial elite could chase after but wouldn’t really exist. 

Since the fall of Japan after World War II, Japan had become an economic powerhouse in the world. They were known for their hard work and ingenuity, so Mike created a Japanese persona to be the name behind this new bitcoin. Satoshi Nakamoto sounded Japanese enough. “Let them chase after this person”, he thought. By 2008, Bitcoin was ready to be revealed. It was clever and everything he imagined it would be. To ensure that he would gain some recompense for his hard work, Mike made sure to mine some coin for himself and deposited it in a foreign numbered account. 

By mid 2010, Bitcoin was gaining traction as an alternative to the traditional banking system. Mike was pleased with his creation but seemed scared of something else. I figured he was just afraid of being discovered as the inventor and then his life would be in danger. He swore me to secrecy and I kept my part until now. You see Mike disappeared in 2010 and I’ve never seen him again. I looked for him, filed police reports but its like he just vanished off the face of the Earth.

After his disappearance, his family gave me some of his things and I just put them into storage. Just a few months ago, I was going through the boxes, looking to downsize and get rid of a few things, when I came across a journal. I didn’t know Mike kept a journal and so I read it over. Looking to reminisce about my old friend. What I read scared me to the core and I’m sorry Mike, but people need to know.

Once Bitcoin was released into the world, Mike records another encounter with this group. He never told me about it but his journal entry ran chills up my spine. On the night of January 7th, 2010, Mike was awakened in the middle of the night and this man was standing at the end of his bed watching him.

“I have come to thank you for doing as we have asked” the stranger said. 

Again, Mike did not see his lips move but the words were as clear as day.

“With your part complete, we can continue with our plan” 

“What is your plan?” Mike asked him.

Suddenly a wave of darkness filled the room. Mike was drowning in fear and terror and the man standing before him began to resemble a hideous creature.

“Control” was the only word he heard. 

Mike’s mind was filled visions of a global government with these people controlling events from behind the scene. Human slavery on a scale never before seen and violence towards those who fought back. The end of the world as we know it. The freedom to chose was gone as people begged for access to money for food and shelter. A digital currency that could easily be given or removed through a microchip implanted in every person great and small.

Mike wrote that the man disappeared and once the horror of what was being planned was revealed. He knew he had to stop it. He created Bitcoin, he could end it. That was his plan, but a few weeks later, Mike disappeared. No one knows what happened to him and the police only found dead ends. I know I’m putting my life on the line in telling this story but if no one speaks, it will be too late to do anything about it. 

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