Imagine a world without Bitcoin

“I think it would have been better if I hadn't been born at all,” Satoshi said, looking out into the snowy night.

“what did you say?” said the angel investor, perking up his ears.

“Many people hate me,” Satoshi repeated. Elizabeth Warren won't stop promoting bills against me. The common man thinks that I am a fraud or a fraud.

“Wait a minute,” the angel investor thought to himself. “Wait a minute. That's an idea…”

The cool wind that had been numbing Satoshi's fingers suddenly stopped. The lights from the nearby city dimmed, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to have changed. But they were still standing there, the creator of Bitcoin and the investor, staring at numbers on the screen… no, really.

The screen was still there. The technology was the same. But all the information Satoshi expected to see was gone. It all goes back to 2009….

“Satoshi, you got your wish,” said the angel investor angrily. “You were never born. you don't have You don't have a care in the world. No worries, no obligations, no $69,000 always high. Peter Schiff has never insulted you on Twitter.

Satoshi scoffed at his comments but couldn't ignore the display. His portfolio, once overflowing with coins, was now empty – no Bitcoin. A Google search for “Ethereum” turned up nothing. There was no sign of the Doge. Elon Musk had less than a million followers. Everyone on the forum was complaining about wire transfer fees and wait times. It didn't make any sense to him.

“Why am I seeing all these strange things?” Satoshi said now I'm screaming.

“You have been given a great gift,” the investor replied. “A chance to see what the world would be like without you.”

“You're crazy!” said Satoshi. “That's what I think. You are spreading FUD, and driving me crazy. I'm seeing things here. Why does the news say the economy is bad globally?”

“The economy? It died years ago,” said the investor with a grave look. “You weren't there to create Bitcoin, so there was no other way to save people.”

Reality began to sink in, and Satoshi couldn't help but stare at the dystopia that his absence had become. Donald Trump was still running for president, but he was selling used socks to his supporters. Naib Bukele was a nobody who was cast out of his party and left to fend for himself. Craig Wright had several pending lawsuits claiming he was Ronald McDonald and invented the hamburger.

“Look, Satoshi, you really made a wonderful coin. Don't you see what a mistake it is to throw it away?

“Please help me,” pleaded the creator of Bitcoin. “Please! No one can live like this! I want to shop again. I want to be mine again. I want to grieve!”

Satoshi blinked, and in an instant, the angel investor was gone. His composure gripped him when he saw over a million coins and over $43,000 in value in his wallet. Everything was as it should be.

Merry Christmas everyone!