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