Book Description

My name is Bitcoin. It's been eight years since Satoshi Nakamoto gave birth to me and vanished soon after. He left me, but not alone; I had a new company with thousands of developers. Then, somebody bought two pizzas by paying with 10,000 units of me. I started travelling. Somebody first bid $1 to own me. The bidding continued and my value went up due to my popularity. I have been declared dead 129 times and I don’t know how I’m still alive. Why do I exist? My creator told everyone that I’m “peer to peer electronic cash”, nothing more and nothing less. Some people see me as the real promise of monetary freedom; freedom from casino capitalism; freedom from rent-seeking intermediaries; a harbinger of a utopian world. Is this true? To be honest, I don’t know, I’m not supposed to know. Netflix considers me an alternative payment method and their executives say that the company will save tons of money by avoiding transaction and conversion fees. Somebody told me that my value is over $2000 and I’ll be valued at $10,000 within the next decade. I am here to represent the truth and my truth comes from my life. Wherever there is truth, there is trust. Wherever there is trust, there is growth. Am I precious? I don’t know. Am I for world peace or world religion? I don’t think that I have any goals. I am just here to exist. My name is Bitcoin