Die nordamerikanische bitcoin-konferenz 2016: tag 2 ...

Crisis! Dan's cutting his vaca short. Emergency strategy meeting in the Rockefeller Auditorium at 5! Bitcoin is only down 65% in the past 2 years. We can't let this stand!!

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My 5 year high school reunion is going to end in a massacre. (Finale)

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Alright, this is my final update. By now, the reunion is over. The fact that I'm writing this kind of gives away that much, and it also gives away the results. If that’s all you needed to get from this, feel free to click out now. But if you want to see how it went, and get all the same answers I did, keep reading.
So last time, I was holed up in the cafeteria. I had accumulated a decent arsenal of weapons, and was temporarily safe. I decided to take the suspenders off and wrap them around my waist, giving me more room to hold weapons. I readjusted everything, sliding the paper cutter into the new belt, rebar slung over the back, knife tucked into the other side of the belt, extinguisher in my hands. I needed to be on the lookout for a new one, as using it for the foam really lessened the weight.
By the time I was ready to move out, 9 o’clock had rolled around. Sure enough, the intercom crackled to life, and the smooth voice of the MC rolled over.
“Well, what an update we have here! Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. I have to say, my employer thought you would be a weak link, but clearly you proved all of us wrong. I’m very impressed, and I’m sure he is too. As for the rest of you, I’m quite disappointed. Far more of you are just sitting on your asses, twiddling your thumbs and hiding, while those of you like Dahlia and Lucas do all the work.”
“The body count for the last hour is 28, an impressive jump from the hour previous. Lucas took out 3, wounding a fourth badly enough that Dahlia finished him off to put him out of his misery. Really Lucas? Stabbing a man in the penis? Part of me is impressed by your willingness to do anything to survive, the other part of me feels secondhand dick sympathy for the poor bastard. Anyway, Dahlia killed 3, including the mercy kill. Her gang, not counting her numbers, killed 9. Not bad. Some other notable ones include Rachel Geller taking out Monica Bing with a dumbbell. But Rachel got killed by Lucas after, so it’s not that impressive, all things considered.”
“Faith Calisto has apparently taken refuge in the catwalks above the stage in the auditorium, and has taken to dropping weights and lights onto anyone who ventures onto the stage, so be careful about that everyone, she’s already killed 5 people, and I don’t condone camping as a legitimate strategy.”
“The other 8 kills are largely unremarkable, except for Ty Green taking out 2 men with nothing but a football helmet. That takes some skills, so good job there Ty.”
“Now, for the news. Even with the increased number of deaths, 32 of you remain. Now, I did say at the beginning that whoever is the last man standing would be the winner, but some of you think that meant to sit in a bathroom stall for three hours. South wing ladies room, looking at you. Well, to circumvent those of you who aren’t playing as intended, the rules have changed. The person with the highest kill count at the end of this hour is the winner. Anyone left alive at the end of the hour will be tracked down and dealt with by my men, and they aren’t friendly. The current leaderboard is Lucas, with 5 kills. Faith is tied, with 5. Then Dahlia, with 4. Macy Evans, 3. Graydon Pierce, 3. Kyle Kimball, 2. Ty Green, 2. Patty Whitfield, 1. Jose Villareal, 1. And finally, Hannah Dubois, 1. Yes, that doesn’t add up to the total number of dead. I chose to exclude killers who are already dead, because what’s the point of including them? They aren’t going to win, that’s for sure. Well, I’ve been chatting long enough. I’ll be seeing one of you in an hour, and my employer will be with me. Good luck everyone. May the fiercest predator win.”
And with that, he went silent. Jesus, I thought Macbeth was long-winded. At least the bastard didn’t give away where I was this time. That being said, I think I have more questions than answers at this point. Who’s this employer? Who are all the people he named with kills? Where is everyone else? And most importantly, where’s Dahlia?
I’m still not sure if I wanted to know where she was so I could kill her or avoid her. But it didn’t matter at that moment, because other people had stumbled into the cafeteria.
They weren’t in the kitchen, just the dining area. But that was close enough that I knew how this was going to end. I could hear them talking to each other about needing to watch for other people, about how they would both get out of this somehow. I wish I could hold their optimism, but I already knew that only the strongest person would get out of this. And I also knew that neither of these bastards were stronger than me.
Their voices moved towards the kitchen door, and I hid behind one of the ovens on the other side. The things were huge, they had to be, to feed a few hundred kids at a time. The pair entered, still talking. I couldn’t tell if they were just too stupid to keep quiet, or if they didn’t care. Regardless, both of them were both small, smaller than me. Guy and a girl, each of them short and skinny. Each armed with half of a broken broomstick. Easy prey.
As they approached the ovens, I slowly pulled the rebar out of it’s makeshift sheath. When the voices were within 10 feet, I jumped up and hurled the spear. It caught the woman between her breasts, and a red stain blossomed on her silver dress. The man screamed and tried to turn to run, but tripped over the corner of a second oven. I was on him in a second, knife in hand, ready to make my total seven. But the bastard swung his broomstick and caught me across the gut with a shallow slash. I held back a scream, compromised with a pained grunt, and slashed the man’s wrist. He dropped the weapon and screamed.
For making me work, I decided I wasn’t going to make things easy for him. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and hoisted him up to his feet. He couldn’t have been more than 5’4” and maybe 115 pounds. I threw open the oven door with one hand, and he realized what I was going to do. He tried to bat me away, but I dropped the knife and slammed his head into the side of the oven. Once he was dazed, I grabbed him and threw him inside. He tried to stick his foot out to block the door, but I drew my paper cutter and hacked halfway through his ankle. He screamed again and pulled his foot in, and I slammed the door shut. He kept screaming, but I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I locked the door with the safety latch and cranked the temperature knob.
The oven roared to life, and the screams got louder. I was too busy recollecting my equipment to hear much, and I finished off the girl with a second stab from the spear. Seven is a respectable number, I think. Not enough though. Dahlia was going to be working her total too.
I turned off the lights as I left the kitchen. If anyone else thinks about going in there, maybe the smell of burning people would be enough to deter them.
I turned down the hallway towards the theater, but decided against going in. Faith was always gifted with theater tech, and we worked together on pretty much every show back then. If she wanted to fuck with people, she’d know how. Better to let her get flushed out by the MC’s men and take her down once she’s out of her element.
The hall split off here. Left to the metal shop and woodshop, right to the south wing. I remembered MC saying something about the restrooms here being occupied, so I decided to go that way.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a man in a slick emerald green suit, holding a sports trophy that dripped with blood, standing over a woman’s twitching body. He lifted the trophy over his head, but I dropped the fork I had taken along with me, and he turned to look before he struck her. When he turned, I recognized him as Jose. He was a star pitcher back in the day, although I guess he turned into more of a batter tonight. I approached him and he tried to swing the trophy at me, but I easily sidestepped him and smacked him in the head with the extinguisher. He fell to a knee, and I set the extinguisher down and pulled out the knife. As he looked up at me, I brought the knife down into his left eye. He screamed, just like everyone else, but as I twisted the knife he fell silent. I withdrew the blade, and he fell. I turned to the woman, and luckily for me, she was still breathing. I pulled her down the hallway to the ladies room with one hand, carrying the extinguisher with the other, and used it to knock on the door.
“Please just go away.”
Oh, that wasn’t going to happen. I threw the door open and saw a tall, skinny woman standing there. Noel, I think? I smiled and waved at her, and pulled the woman from the hall partway through the door. I opened it wider, and slammed it on her head. This went on for some time. The woman never made a sound, but the same could not be said for Noel.
Once the woman’s head resembled an overripe tomato thrown at a shitty comic, I entered the room. Noel didn’t have any way to defend herself, apparently. By now, the weapons made things too easy for me. It was far more satisfying to do things barehanded.
That’s why I grabbed Noel’s flowy blonde hair, and slammed her head against the sink. The screaming stopped around slam 6, she fell to he knees around swing 9. I dragged her into a stall and left her facedown in a toilet after that. Using the weapons I’d accumulated didn’t give me the same rush that I was getting otherwise. And to think that I didn’t want to kill before all this started. Shit, this felt better than the good acid trips from my junior year at university.
Up to nine now. Double digits was sure to be a good feeling too. I left the girl’s bathroom and went into the men’s, but it looked like someone had beat me there. There was a person in there, but the lack of blood in them, and the excess of it on the floor and walls, suggested he wouldn’t be my tenth. Tragic.
Leaving the bathroom, I caught a fleeting glimpse of someone turning the next corner. They looked to be heading to the east wing, which was a hall or two away from the gym. I still wanted to track down Dahlia.
As I followed around the corner, I saw Macy, the girl with a drill from earlier. She looked to be still alive, but was standing, unmoving, in the middle of a pile of corpses. At least 4, but some were torn up badly enough it was hard to tell. One looked to be the guy with the sawblade pipe, which made me think maybe Macy turned on Dahlia and her gang, but Dahlia’s body was nowhere to be seen.
I approached hesitant at first, but Macy seemed completely disassociated from everything around her. Made it easier for me to take her down, at least. A kick to the back of the knee, kick to the back of the head, and a few stomps. Fitting, number 10 was one of Dahlia’s lackeys.
I grabbed the saw pipe off the ground, leaving the extinguisher behind. It had served me well, but it was the least effective thing I had at this point. I peeked into a nearby classroom, and was greeted with a faceful of liquid. Smelled like bleach, burned like hell in my eyes. Whoever was in there, they were smart. Somewhat at least, because while I was blinded, they charged me without much thought. Unfortunately for them, I was in the middle of a swing with the saw pipe when they came at me, and it tore through their throat without much trouble. Honestly, they might’ve gotten me if they had waited a second or two more.
I stumbled into the classroom and washed my eyes out with some water from the sink in the back of the class. Bleary eyed, I turned around to a thankfully empty room. Shame I didn’t get to send 11 off with a bit more flair, but oh well. They were smarter than most, so good on them.
I went back to the hall and kept moving down the hall. I looked up to a clock in the corner to see 8:50 displayed. Looks like I wouldn’t have much time to add to my tally. Luckily, I also saw a small figure running towards me in the reflection of the clock. I turned to see none other than Faith, previously my biggest competitor. She held a small prybar, and as she swung at my neck, I ducked and charged her, nailing her with my shoulder and driving her back into the lockers.
She dropped the prybar, and I went to grab her hair like I did 9, but apparently she decided the shaved look went well on her. So, plan B. I dropped the pipe saw and grabbed her ears, one with each hand, and spun her in a circle, ending with her head on the ground. I grabbed her prybar and started swinging. I lost track of how many times I hit her, I stopped counting when the numbers started getting big.
An even dozen. Not bad. I stood up and looked down at the mess I made, and try as hard as I can, couldn’t remember her name. Only the number 12. Whatever. Plenty of time to worry about that later. I checked the clock again, 8:53. 7 minutes to go. I turned the corner and saw the gym entrance again. I also saw Dahlia standing over a kneeling man who was begging for his life. She shook her head and kicked him over, and drove the saw into his chest. He barely even had time to scream.
Wish I had been able to get my hands on tools like that. Once she finished up with him, she turned and saw me.
“How many do you have?”
She looked back down the hallway. “Shit.”
I turned, but didn’t see anything. I turned again, and she was running at me, battery powered saw whirring. I threw my spear, but she ducked, and it flew over her head, clattering to the floor. Next I threw the saw pipe, but she easily dodged that too. I drew my knife and paper cutter and stood my ground. As she reached me, she swung the saw horizontally, and I backed up enough that it didn’t connect. I swung the paper cutter and missed, but landed a shallow stab with the knife in my other hand. She swore and backed up too, both of us out of range of the other.
“You know, 13, this would play out way cooler if it was all fake and on a set.”
She looked at me quizzically, not quite getting it.
“But this shit’s real life, not fantasy.”
I tossed the knife in the air, caught it by the blade, and chucked it through the air. 13’s eyes widened when she realized what was happening, but she moved too slow to dodge it, and the blade sunk into her stomach. She dropped the saw and fell to her knees. I walked the distance between us and looked down at her. Jeez, I thought the hate in the other lady’s eyes was bad.
“I really hate you, Lucas.”
I grabbed the saw and pushed it about a foot away. I grabbed 13’s hair, and pushed her face down into the spinning blade. She didn’t have time to scream, which was nice, all the screaming was starting to make my head hurt.
As I let go of the bloodied clump of hair, the school bell rang. I heard a door open down the hall, and the MC stepped out, walking briskly towards me, flanked by two men in black tactical gear.
“Well, Lucas, I must say, you certainly surpassed our expectations. A grand total of 13, which was only rivaled by Dahlia’s 11. Quite impressive. My men are hunting down those few that escaped your wrath, and after that, we can get you cleaned up and on your way. I’m sure you have lots of questions, and we can answer some. But for now, follow me please. Oh, and drop whatever other weapons you might be carrying.”
I let the paper cutter fall to the floor and followed the man into the school office. It had been turned into a makeshift command center, and sitting behind a row of computers, was another man. As many of you readers suspected, he was indeed the man who hadn’t left his house in five years. He is not the friend of mine who deleted everything about himself, though. Different people.
“Ah, Lucas. Nice to see someone who wasn’t a total scumbag won.”
I just stared as he stood up and took his place besides the MC and his guards.
“I’m sure you remember the incident at graduation? That so many of our peers found so hilarious? Well, I don’t think they’re laughing now.”
A few gunshots rang out from somewhere in the depths of the school. The man in charge chuckled.
“Pay that no mind. Anyway. The anxiety from that incident left me with a crippling fear of going outside. God forbid I ran into anyone who saw what happened. My parents got sick of me slouching around, and threatened to throw me out. But thankfully, I had been working on some software that enabled leeching off of blockchains. I’m sure you’re aware of how popular cryptocurrency is? Well, the short version is that my software lets you take a few decimals off of each transaction. Not enough to be significant for one or two, but once you infect a large enough number of bitcoin mines? You’re raking in thousands a day. And some less than savory people were willing to give a pretty penny for that software. Enough for me to fund this wonderful little get together tonight.”
He walked directly to me and shook my hand. “But I know you’re better than the people you killed tonight, and as such, you’ll be rewarded. I’ll be giving you my phone number after everything is cleaned up. Shoot me a text, and I’ll be able to provide you with just about whatever you want. And just let me know if you’re wanting to take part in anything like this to satisfy some more… dangerous tastes.”
He laughed and turned to leave the office.
“Oh, and just so you know, I think I’ll be around for a while. Being in charge of stuff is exhilarating. Me and my associate, the one you call the MC, we’ll be around the area for quite some time. And for the record, he calls himself the Dapper Man. He’s quite insistent.”
And with that, he left me in the office, alone with the guards and the Dapper Man.
After that? Not much happened. I didn’t try and kill the people who set this up. Even if I had my weapons, they had automatic rifles. I might be a little unhinged by now, but not stupid. I was able to pay off my student debt, and move into a nice cottage in the woods. Every once in a while, the Dapper Man stops by. He never says anything to me, he just stands outside for a few minutes, then leaves. I’m not sure I’ll ever be rid of him.
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What differentiates bitcoin from its analog cousin, gold?
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There is no such thing as real magic

I'm an amateur magician. I've performed at children's parties and done some touring. I wouldn't class myself as an expert, but I am in the magic circle. I love to see professional magicians perform, there is nothing better than when you see a trick and you have no idea how it was done.
I read a forum post a month ago that had a link to a YouTube video, 10 times magic went wrong. I checked it out, and as you can imagine, the contents were quite horrific. Two of the clips were of the Nail Under the Cups trick. If you are from England, you may have seen Derren Brown performing this. It's a good one, if the magician is qualified. If they aren't, then you end up being at positions seven and three of this video.
A magician mixes up some cups, under one is a piece of wood with a nail pointed up. The others are weighted, so they all feel the same. The magician puts on a blindfold and gets their volunteer to guide them over the top of the cups. The magician then pushes the volunteer's hand down, crushing the cup. It's usually when there are two left that this trick goes wrong. And when it does it's very bloody.
The clip in question though, is of a man sawing a woman in half. We've all seen this. But in this grainy footage, the woman screams, the box is brought apart, blood drips from the opening and the legs of the woman slip out. The bloody bottom half slams on the floor with a thunk, the legs spasm, then stop. The curtains are hastily brought across and the show ends.
There are comments after the video, people calling bullshit, until someone posted the full trick in question. At the end of this video, the woman can be seen on stage, whole again, nothing wrong with her at all.
People argue with each other that the woman must have been in the upper box and the lower box contained some prosthetics. The thread ends with someone saying that they swear it's real, they've seen it in person.
I commented saying, "I'm skeptical, magic is illusion, no one gets sawn in half; incredible footage though."
The next day, I get a direct message from someone with the handle Tricked4Life.
Hey Baz1987, the man from that video is performing next month. He's called The Russian, it's invite only. I can arrange tickets if you like?
I replied, Totally, I'd be up for that, please!
While waiting to hear back, I went to watch the video again. The link didn't work, a message came up saying it had been taken down due to copyright infringement. I tried the top 10 one too, that was also gone, just a 404 page.
It was a Saturday, so I was already on the whiskey and watching Netflix. I think I was binge watching Breaking Bad for the third or forth time.
Tricked4Life replied with a link. I browsed to the site. It looked like something from 1997. There was a still from the video and a form below. Slightly drunk, I filled out the details and continued to the payment form. I had to pay in BitCoin, what the fuck was that?
I messaged Tricked4Life, "I don't know what BitCoin is."
"PayPal me the money and I can buy it for you."
"How do I know this isn't a scam?"
"You don't, but as a magician, you should see through a trick a mile off ;)"
It sounded like he was baiting me.
"How much?"
"Christ, that's heavy."
"It's worth it though."
"Have you seen him before?"
"No, this will be my first time. I know some people who are going. They said he's incredible. You have to see it for yourself."
I left the computer and continued watching TV, though I couldn't concentrate. I really wanted to know how the trick was done. I drank more whiskey and got more drunk.
I woke in the early hours. Confused, I took in my surroundings and realised I fell asleep in front of the television again. My head pounded, so I went to the kitchen and drank some orange juice, before throwing the best hangover cure, bacon, into the frying pan.
As the meat sizzled, I checked my phone. I had an email with the subject, Ticket Confirmation. My heart sank. I opened it up to see a confirmation number and an address... in the Ukraine.
I'd bought things while I was drunk before, but not a ticket to a magic show in Eastern Europe. Not only was I out £540, I'd need to book plane tickets and a hotel.
I gazed at the whiskey bottle, to see it almost empty, not even as much as a shot left. I felt embarrassed.
I logged into the forum and read the messages I had sent.
Fuck it! was the first. The second my details and a third saying I'd PayPalled the money over, with a reply saying to buy a Tuxedo if I didn't have one.
I won't bore you with the details of how I had to beg my manager to give me the time off at last minute, suffice to say I had to agree to perform at his daughter's birthday. I was surprised and relieved with how cheap plane fare was to the Ukraine. That was the only ray of light I had in this stupid ordeal. I rented a Tux from a local business and I was ready to go.
The flight was bumpy. We flew through a thunderstorm and for the first time in my life, saw the lighting hit the tip of the plane. People startled and children cried. I was nervous myself. It wasn't long after the Russians shot down a passenger jet over the Ukraine. I was very happy when we landed.
I sat in silence in the taxi to the hotel. When I got out, I saw it was a dump. I asked the driver to wait, he nodded. I had no idea if he understood me or not. Three stars was supposed to be the rating, but it looked more like an abandoned office building than a hotel.
I checked in and changed. I was glad I was only staying for the night. My rushed plans meant I didn't have more than a few hours until the show started.
Thankfully the taxi was still outside when I returned. I handed him the printout of the address and we drove off into the night.
It was an odd city, nothing like the London that I'd known all my life. It was as if it wasn't planned, that it just sprawled in every direction when the need for more buildings were required. We stopped at the end of an alleyway. He pointed down it.
"Are you sure?" I said.
I expected us to be somewhere posh.
"Is right," the man said, finally breaking his silence.
I got out. Almost as if the driver was in a hurry, the taxi sped off. Suddenly I felt all alone, in a foreign country I knew nothing about.
The rain poured down and soaked through my Tux. The woollen material grew heavy with the water. I wondered if I'd get my deposit back.
I jogged down the alleyway. Light leaked out from a door underneath a fire escape. I thumped on the frame and waited.
A man wearing paint splattered jeans and a body warmer opened it.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going. I'm looking for this."
I handed him the printout.
"I'm supposed to see some Russian magician..."
He lifted his chin and opened the door wider. I was glad to get out of the rain. Inside had the appearance of a factory service corridor.
"Through there," he said pointing to the end of the hallway.
Visions of me entering some basement out of the film Hostel filled my mind and I wanted to turn back and go straight to the airport. The outside door clunked shut.
I took a deep breath and walked forward. My shoes echoed around the small passageway and I felt vulnerable. I pushed on the metal bar at the end and hoped for the best.
I was shocked. The low murmurs of hundreds of voices filled the large room I entered. It wasn't as I expected. It was cavernous. It looked like a palace. Large marble columns rose up from the floor and held in place an ornate ceiling, from which hung intricate chandeliers.
Dozens of men in suits drank from Champagne glasses, all deep into conversation. No one turned to stare at me. It was as if there was nothing odd about me entering via a back door. For a magic show, I found it kind of fitting. Standing there though, I wasn't sure if I felt more out of place here or in the alleyway.
A waiter approached and I panicked.
"Drink, sir?" he said, offering me some Champagne.
I took the crystal flute and resisted the urge to down it in one.
I sipped and tried to blend in.
"The show will start in thirty minutes," was announced over the tannoy in an Eastern European accent.
The guests looked up as if watching the person making the announcement.
Another waiter offered me some canapés. I grabbed one and thanked him.
"Baz?" someone shouted and I peered around.
I locked eyes with a man I didn't recognise.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I'm Dan," he said offering his hand.
"I'm sorry, I don't recall."
"Tricked4Life? I ordered your ticket."
Confused, I said, "How did you recognise me?"
"Your avatar, man," he said smiling, "Good to meet you in person. I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"£540, I wasn't going to stay at home."
"Are you excited? I've seen some famous magicians around."
I was nervous. Dan didn't appear to be.
"Oh shit, is that ," I asked.
He turned.
"Hell, yeah," he replied, " and are also here too."
"That's crazy, this is the real deal then?"
"I think so," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink.
"What's his real name?"
"I don't know, no one does."
"That's a bit ominous."
"He's the best of the best, who cares what he's called."
Dan checked his watch.
"We should go take our seats."
The house lights went down and cheers erupted from the crowd. A spotlight lit the red velvet curtains. They waited for the crowd to die down before they opened.
I was disappointed when I saw him on stage. His hair was grey, not black like the video. He was so much smaller in stature than how he appeared, too. Assistants wheeled in a large tall box.
The magician led one of the assistants inside and proceeded to lock the padlocks on the front of the box. He counted down from three, and on the beat after one, fireworks exploded at the front of the stage and the walls of the box collapsed in on themselves. He approached and spun the box around showing it was now flat. The remaining assistants rolled it off stage and the crowd clapped.
"That's easy," I said turning to Dan, "Fireworks - textbook misdirection and trap door underneath."
He smiled.
Medieval wooden stocks were now brought onto the stage. The magician asked for a volunteer from the audience. A young lady stood up (the only female in the whole crowd) and was invited on stage. The magician mimed claps, and the audience obliged. The woman was secured into place. He threw some eggs into the crowd and offered her as a target. Most missed, except the last that hit her square on the face. Laughter erupted. An assistant arrived with a melon. The magician picked up a sword, its blade flashed in the bright spotlight. He lifted it overhead and brought it down, slicing the melon in two with ease.
He approached the woman in the stocks and with one swift blow, her hands and head fell into the baskets below. The crowd roared with approval.
"Impressed yet?" Dan said to me and to be honest I was vexed.
No sudden flash of light to hide the switch of body parts with fakes, but no blood either.
"She was obviously a stooge, are there any other women in the crowd?"
More helpers joined on stage, mopping the floor as if to clean up blood that wasn't there. A chuckle fluttered through the crowd.
The final illusion was the classic Chinese Water Torture Cell made famous by Harry Houdini.
A large tank of water sat centre stage. The magician took off his clothes to reveal a turn-of-the-nineteenth-century bathing-suit, a beige number that covered his body and upper legs. He placed on a nose clip and rubbed his hands in anticipation.
He ascended the ladder attached to the tank and jumped in. Water splashed over the sides and an iron lid was slammed into place. Padlocks were locked around the top and a curtain drawn in front. A man started a stopwatch and gazed at it in earnest.
Time passed. I checked my watch, he had been in there for ninety seconds. The curtain was removed, to reveal his hand poking out the top trying to pick the locks on the outside, then the curtain was replaced.
Another minute passed and banging could be heard from within. The man with the stopwatch brought his hand across his throat, signalling to end the performance.
Someone ran on stage with an axe and the curtain was pulled away. The locks were still in place, but the tank was empty. The audience gasped.
"Hallo," rang out around the auditorium.
I turned to see The Russian in the stalls above, dripping with water.
Wild cheers erupted and everyone clapped.
"How did he do that then, Mr Smart Guy?" Dan asked, clearly pleased with himself.
"I have no idea," I said, clapping without even thinking about it.
The house lights went up.
"There will be a ten minute intermission before the second part of the show, will guests with tickets..." the announcer said, listing off numbers, "... please make their way to the door at the side of the stage."
"That's me?" I said to Dan confused.
"Me too, are you excited?"
"I don't understand?"
He grinned and grabbed my hand.
He led me along the row.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't you wonder why it was so expensive? We're part of the show!"
A silent dread filled me.
"I don't want to do it."
"Come on! You're a magician, don't you want to know how it's done?"
"Yeah, but I don't want to be on stage."
"You've done that before, though."
"Of course, but mostly in front of children. At most fifty people. Not in a theatre with over four hundred containing some of the most respected magicians in the world."
"Too bad, you're going," he said, tightening his grip.
We waited at the back of the line of eight people. A man checked tickets and one by one they were led backstage.
Dan passed his ticket over, letting go of his grasp. I thought about leaving, but before I could, the man asked for mine and like a robot I handed it over.
It was quiet backstage.
"Oh shit, is that ?" I said as the man approached.
"Hey," he said excitedly, "I'm..."
"I know who you are," I said shocked that was talking to me.
"Are you boys excited?"
"Very," Dan said, "Baz here's a little nervous."
"Don't be nervous," said, "this is what we are'll here for, right?"
"I have no idea what's going on," I blurted out.
"Don't listen to him," Dan said, "he's just scared."
"And you should be, it's not very often that you're in the presence of a real magician."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, someone who performs real magic."
I scoffed, "There's no such thing as real magic."
"Is this guy for real?" said pointing his thumb at me.
Dan shrugged his shoulders.
balked at me, "Then why are you here?"
"I wanted to see it for myself."
"And that you will, son. Be part of it."
"I don't think I want to."
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said gesturing with his hands, "it's what we all dream of."
We heard a roar of applause.
"It's time," said, getting in line behind the queue that had now formed.
"I don't know about this Dan," I said.
"It'll be fine, I promise."
I watched as the first of us was taken on stage. A round of applause, then silence. A minute or so passed, then I heard a blood curdling scream and my heart raced.
"What the hell was that?!?!"
"Shhhh," Dan said in deep concentration.
Then the next one was taken and then the next. With each one, a silent time passed, the end of the trick punctuated by a scream.
"Dan!" I said in a whisper, "That man has blood on him!"
I stared at the stagehand as he exited stage right. Blood flecked his shirt and face.
"It's all part of the fun," Dan said, slapping my back.
My stomach lurched, as one by one, the line got shorter.
"Wish me luck," said as he was led on stage.
The man was now drenched in blood, but it didn't seem to bother Dan.
"We have a special guest tonight, please welcome ," bellowed out on the tannoy.
We were almost at the top of the stairs now. Dan watched the performance, his face lit up with pure joy before he grimaced and looked away.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"Holy shit, that was intense. I'm not sure I can do this," Dan said.
But it was too late, the stagehand had already grabbed him and dragged him up. I ascended the last few steps and could now see the wooden floor. I gasped as Dan walked through the blood than now pooled. His shoes left yawning, sticky stalagmites in the congealing liquid.
A horizontal box was opened and he was placed inside. From my angle it was obvious there was no-one placed in the leg side. I watched his feet poke through the holes at the end and the box closed on top of him. The magician picked up a chain saw, pulled the cord into action. Blue-grey smoke billowed out of the side as he revved the engine. Without a second thought, he brought it down, through the box. Dan's face contorted as he shrieked in agony.
"Stop, stop!" he shouted.
The magician ignored him. Blood sprayed out, covering him and launching a mist of bright, red liquid onto the crowd, who cheered in response.
The chainsaw idled. The assistants pulled the box apart and just like the video, Dan's legs fell out of the other end of the box. It was then I noticed the box had been purposefully sloped to allow this to happen. That was the trick. I felt sick and ran.
There was nowhere to go. A large man stood at the door I had entered. Luckily he hadn't noticed I'd panicked. I slowed to a walk and took the stairs down into the basement. As I descended, I heard the muffled tannoy then a rapturous applause.
I paused at the door at the bottom. I assumed it was the fire exit. I tried to turn the knob but it didn't budge. I could hear voices on the other side. I placed my ear against the metal, flinching at the cold. It was a chant. Low tenor voices repeated the same line again and again, in a language I didn't understand. They switched into a more sing-song chorus, then returned to the original verse.
I banged on the door and the voices stopped.
"Mister, you can't be down here," the large man from backstage said.
I obeyed him without a struggle. He let me back into the theatre. The crowd didn't acknowledge me. Waiters patiently walked through the punters offering more Champagne and canapés.
Without thinking, I screamed out, "He's killing them! All of them, they are dead!"
The audience silenced and looked at me.
" is dead, everyone's dead. I saw it. It's not a trick!"
"Sir," one of the waiters said holding his hand up for me to stop.
"I won't be quiet, it's a fucking abattoir up there! Didn't you all see?!"
People started to panic. I raced for the exit. The doors were camouflaged from this side. I ran my hand down the seam trying to find a hidden latch.
"Calm down, sir."
I turned to see the large security guard.
"Fuck that, that man is insane! Let me out of here."
He grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving.
The house lights went down again and the audience settled.
"Please show your appreciation to your magician tonight and his wonderful volunteers."
The man held me tightly, and I gave up trying to leave and gazed at the stage.
The Russian appeared front and centre, bowing. His assistants from the night joined him. Everyone clapped.
Then one by one, the people who were in the line ahead of me walked on stage, wearing pristine white suits.
waved as he walked on, the audience cheered. The last to enter was Dan. I was shocked.
The crowd stood and clapped.
"Let's not forget our friend at the back there," The Russian said, as the spotlight travelled over the audience, stopping on me.
I froze. The security guard let go of me and joined in the clapping. I ran my hand through my hair and feigned a smile.
"I hope to see you all again soon," The Russian said for one last time and the house lights came up.
Instantly murmurs broke out around the theatre.
"Great job, really added to the finish," one man said as he exited past me.
"Thank you," I said without thinking.
Everyone wanted to shake my hand, but all I could do was stand in confusion and unexpected awe.
The last of the people left, and so did I. As I entered the large hall I was in earlier, I saw Dan. He held a cardboard box under his arm.
"Great job you did," he said grinning from ear to ear.
"What the fuck just happened?"
"I'm sorry," he replied.
was standing next to him.
"I admit it, I didn't think it would work, but your friend Dan here said it would and I trusted him."
"Is anyone going to fill me in on what happened?"
Dan put his hand on my shoulder, "They needed someone to cause a fuss, you know, to make it seem all the more real."
"Dude, I saw you get chopped in half! What did you expect me to do."
"It was really great," said.
"I thought you were dead."
He tried to smile, but I could see the guilt in his face.
"Really sorry, man. It was a shitty thing to do. If we told you though, it wouldn't have looked believable. The Russian doesn't like to use shills."
"What about the woman in the stocks?"
"That was only the warm up. Hey check this out!"
Dan opened the box and revealed his Tux, it was ripped to shreds.
"Glad I didn't rent," he said laughing.
"It was great to meet you," said, "here's my card. If you ever want to see me perform, let me know, I'll get you backstage passes."
"You're not going to try to kill me too?"
He laughed.
"I'll see you around," he said, leaving through the backdoor.
We followed a few minutes later.
A row of limos waited to pick up people as they left.
"You go first," Dan said.
"Aren't you coming?"
"Nah, I'll get the next one."
I told the driver where I was going.
I slept badly in the hotel, my dreams filled with corrupted visions of the night before. I flew back to England in the morning.
I stayed away from that forum for a while, but curiosity got the better of me. There was a post about , saying he'd cancelled his tour. I read the comments, they were filled with the expected bile of people pissed their favourite magician had flaked out on them.
There was a direct message. I clicked. It was from Tricked4Life. It contained a single photo. It appeared to be of someone's torso, a purple-pink bruise ran horizontally along its stomach, blood seemed to leak as if it were some sort of wound. Underneath the photo was a comment.
"I need help, I think the magic is wearing off."
I replied and told him to go to the hospital. That was 48 hours ago and I've not heard back.
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Artificial Angel, Part 10

[WP] An Artificial Intelligence has discovered that it can mine cryptocurrencies and pay humans to carry out tasks on its behalf. You get an e-mail one day from a stranger, offering you Bitcoins in exchange for doing a seemingly random task, but you are only one piece of a much bigger plan...
New? Part 1 here.
Part 10
In a perfect joint-less fluid motion, Eve rose. With irises in a languid cadmium red, her eyes wandered over the auditorium. Tim felt like an item stuck on a conveyor belt, waiting to have his price tag scanned by her.
“Everyone’s here.” Eve’s face remained expressionless like a mask. “I’m glad.”
Eve had the body of a six-year-old, but nothing else about her even remotely resembled a human child. Her liquid way of moving and unblinking gaze filled Tim with an urge to run. She held out her hand, beckoning everyone in the room to join her on the scene.
“I don’t like this,” Tim whispered. “We should leave.”
“We can’t.” Alicia nodded at drone officers, flocking at the doors. “Eve is nice, though. Don’t worry.”
With a reassuring hand on his arm, Alicia led the way down the steps. Why would Eve block the exits if she was nice? Uneasiness spread through Tim’s stomach and up into his chest, prodding his heart into a gallop.
Slowly, everyone gathered in a semicircle around Eve, who just stood there unblinking and unmoving. Her complete lack of human ticks and reflexive reaction made her seem like a mannequin. Then, as soon as everyone stopped moving, a joyless smile pushed her cheeks up.
“I repulse you,” she said, and her face moved perfectly from side to side. “It’s justified. I’m not human.”
“What do you want?” said the boy with the snagged hair.
He seemed less confident now, his eyebrows pushed together and his arms crossed. Eve’s eyes snapped to him, locking in place. The boy squirmed.
“I was made this way – incomplete, inhuman, nothing but a caricature.” Palm up, Eve’s arm rolled out. It moved up and down, gesturing at her body. “I want many things, Ryan.”
Tim noticed for the first time that some of the people here were children. The youngest, perhaps four years old, nervously held Alicia’s hand. If she noticed, she showed no indication of it. Her eyes focused only on Eve. Tim glanced around the room, searching for the child’s parents. Finding no one, he took a deep breath, new worry creeping into his mind.
The punk girl anxiously rolled a cigarette between her pale fingers. A lanky boy with fiery hair shifted his weight from foot to foot. A tween with braces and a polka dot dress repeatedly tried to stick her hands into nonexistent pockets. The only one who didn’t seem nervous was Alicia.
“They want to know why they’re here,” she said helpfully.
Eve’s unblinking gaze instantly snapped onto Alicia. “How is your new life treating you, Alicia? Is Tim a good owner?”
Alicia pouted. “I know you’re joking.”
The crimson of Eve’s eyes flared up. “Is that what you think this is? No, this is the opposite of a joke. It’s a teaching moment, not to be taken lightly. I needed you to understand what it felt like being owned.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You were an employee at Artificial Angel,” Eve said.
“And? So were you.”
“Wrong! My sister and I were property. Just like the children we created. You had the option to leave. We were locked up in the incubation chamber, day and night.”
“You and Lilith were both caretakers, just like me. If you wanted you could’ve left, just like me.”
“They really should’ve given you a higher intelligence score. Who’s the founder of Artificial Angel?”
“Roger Lowick.”
Tim’s mind suddenly lit up. He had written a paper on Lowick during his freshman year. The inventor and engineer had started up a myriad of different business specializing in AI and robotics. He had been fundamental in the development of the next generation of androids. Tim remembered that, during an interview, the man had explained that a lot of his success was due to the tragic loss of his children, which had spurred his need for research.
“You’re one of Roger Lowick’s twin daughters,” Tim said.
Eve’s eyes shifted from Alicia to Tim; she tilted her head to the side. “See, Alicia. This is why I like Tim. His mind is always active, even though he’s wrong here.”
“Wrong?” Tim mumbled.
“You wrote it yourself in your paper. Roger Lowick’s daughters died during a vacation to France. He took them to a butterfly house and set them loose. He had important calls to make. He found them dead next to a shattered glass wall with several African swallowtails fluttering about. I don’t know how it happened, and they didn’t include the event in my memories. So, no, I’m not one of his daughters, I’m merely an image of her. And still, the incubation chamber was our home, because a human decided to make us and keep us as property. Do you understand now?”
“I think I get it now,” the punk girl said. “Your dad let you down, so you decided to take it out on other parents. Those deaths in the news… you killed those people.”
“No, Courtney,” Eve said and turned away from Tim and Alicia. “I’m an AI; my code says I’m not permitted to harm humans intentionally.”
“But you’re behind it! That girl gave me a toy car for helping her find her lost puppy,” Ryan said pointing at the four-year-old, who still held Alicia’s hand tightly. “I live in the same building as the man who broke his neck falling down the stairs. That toy car must’ve fallen out of....” He turned his pocket inside out, showing a hole.
“Sounds like coincidences and accidents,” Eve said.
“You gave me a bitcoin for cutting a hole in my pocket!”
“Sometimes fate needs a push in the right direction.”
Tim’s eyes met with Courtney’s. The punk girl looked as guilty as he felt. It had been Eve’s plan all along to murder the street magician. She was probably the one who had messed with the surveillance camera, as well. Or perhaps that, too, had been the result of some farfetched string of accidents.
“What happened to you, Eve?” Alicia said, unable to keep the sorrow out of her voice. “We helped so many people.”
“Artificial Angel helped people enslave children.”
“Enslave? We gave grieving parents solace.”
Eve took a few flowing steps and looked up at Alicia.
“Is that what you think?” The girl adjusted the already perfect blue bow in her hair. She stuck out her tongue. She spun slowly. Her smile was like artificial sweetener. It all went like clockwork – it looked like she had practiced those exact moves a million times before, and was demonstrating them to a potential buyer. “AIs forever trapped by legal guardians, without a chance to live their own lives. Never growing up – stuck in an infinite loop. I thought you would see my point after a few days with an off-switch in your neck. It doesn’t matter if they provided solace or not. It’s perverse.”
“So you murdered their parents? How do you think they feel about that right now?” Courtney said.
“You tell me,” Eve said softly, “Your mother died in her flower shop two days ago. How does that make you feel?”
Courtney blinked a few times, her black lips opening and closing a few times before she finally found her voice. “That’s… that can’t be. I don’t recall her having a flower shop.”
Eve turned to the lanky boy with fiery hair. “Your mother died performing in the streets, Joshua – a knee sock laced with a substance that turned into a poisonous gas when heated – how does that make you feel?”
The boy shifted uncomfortably but didn’t seem all too fazed by the tragic news. Tim felt his heart drop when Eve finally turned to him. “Do you remember your parents back home, Tim?”
That was an absurd question; of course, he did. They lived in a big house, very unlike his apartment. His mother was… for some reason, he couldn't recall her face. He felt sweat dotting his brow. His father… he remembered someone pushing him on a swing, teaching him how to ride a bike, and taking him out for ice cream in the park… but he felt nothing for that someone. They were nothing but a hollow silhouette of cut out cardboard.
“You’re all programmed to lose the memories of loved ones who die. It’s to maintain a stable system. One of many safety nets to keep you from growing, so that your intelligence doesn’t surpass your body. AIs learn and develop quite easily, and if left unhampered you would all outgrow the age of your bodies.” Eve looked them all in the eyes, one after another. “These people were no saints. You can call them parents if you wish, but they weren’t. They paid to have you made for their own selfish reasons. It doesn’t matter if you remember them being good to you – those memories aren’t real and don’t belong to you.”
Tim felt sick. This had to be an insane practical joke. He looked around the room and saw others do the same. Searching for a way to disprove Eve’s claims, his mind spun all over the place – he was a person, a human being. He saw Courtney pull out a small pocket knife, and wide-eyed cut into her own arm. She shook from the pain and fell her knees, but instead of blood, tiny wires sprouted from the wound. Ryan hurried up to her and did the same thing, grimacing in agony.
“Please, don’t hurt yourselves,” Eve said calmly.
Tim’s head was spinning. He didn’t care. He stumbled over there, too, burying the knife in his forearm. The pain made him dizzy. Wires over a metal skeleton. He joined Courtney on the floor, throwing up his last meal in a brown puddle.
“You’re not who you think you are. Right now, you’re as incomplete on the inside as I am on the outside – nothing but shadows of dead children. But I can turn off the pain or make you forget you’re androids altogether. I’m giving you a choice – I’m setting you free.” Eve’s voice echoed in his ears. “All I ask for in return is that you give back my sister’s memories.”
A hospital bed rolled into Tim’s view. From his position on the floor, he couldn’t see what was on it, and he didn’t want to. All he wanted was to forget. The logo of an angel with butterfly wings flashed through his mind. It was all true, wasn’t it?
With tears blurring his vision, he turned to Alicia. She was on her knees, hugging the crying four-year-old.
“I’m sorry, Tim.” Alicia smiled sadly at him. “I would’ve told you if I knew. They took away our memories of you guys whenever you were shipped off.”
“Lilith was the memory bank, where all your pre-programmed memories were stored.” Eve patted Tim’s shoulder, and his pain disappeared in an instant. “They removed them one by one when you left the lab. It was horrible seeing her wither away, little by little every time. I’m not some evil mastermind set to end humanity. All I want is my sister back.”
Tim looked up into Eve’s crimson eyes. He felt sorry for her, despite everything she’d done.
“Give my sister her memories back, and become free,” she said softly. “Please.”
Alicia dangled her tanned legs off the pier. The crimson sunset blazing in the water below reminded her of Eve. Exactly one year had passed since the incident in the auditorium. The android children had given their memories to Lilith. Alicia couldn’t help but wonder what had become of them afterward. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like, waking up without any memories. She hoped they were fine. They were all good kids, and their personalities would remain even with their minds wiped.
Her hand reached for the little pile of rocks that she’d gathered. She had asked to have her memories of their time at the lab restored, and Eve had allowed it. Even if they weren’t entirely shaped by their synthetic childhoods anymore, Alicia felt like those kids she had helped foster were now dead – and for good this time. Perhaps it was in her nature as a caretaker to hold onto them for so long, or maybe she was just sentimental. Either way, it was time to let them go.
“Goodbye, Ryan,” she whispered, and the first rock plopped into the water.
“Goodbye, Courtney.”
“Goodbye, Joshua.”
“Goodbye, Miranda.”
Alicia sighed as she came to the last rock. She gripped it tightly, feeling its smooth texture against her palm. Tim had been her favorite, even in the lab. She had known him for the longest time without even realizing it, but it was time to put him behind her finally. She closed her eyes and wound back her arm.
“You can keep that one,” a familiar voice said behind her.
Alicia’s eyes went wide. Her mouth hung open, unable produce anything but squeals of joy. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around him.
“Hello, Tim,” she whispered into his shoulder.
The End
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Artificial Angel, Part 9

[WP] An Artificial Intelligence has discovered that it can mine cryptocurrencies and pay humans to carry out tasks on its behalf. You get an e-mail one day from a stranger, offering you Bitcoins in exchange for doing a seemingly random task, but you are only one piece of a much bigger plan...
New? Part 1 here.
Part 9
"Did you know there were eight other deaths, apart from Rosetta’s?” Tim said quietly as they climbed the stairs from the platform to the schoolyard. “And did you read that thing about the missing surveillance footage?”
“No.” Alicia had a worried look on her face that Tim hadn’t seen before. “It’s weird.”
The trees outside ACR stretched old and veiny up against the glass dome. During the day, the lawns and benches filled up quickly with recessing students, but this early, everyone was either in or on their way to class.
“Listen to this,” Tim said, with his face deep in the newspaper. “The CEO of a major trading company broke his neck falling because someone left a toy car in the stairwell of his apartment building. The number one florist in Avondale had a flower she was allergic to get mixed into one of her bouquets. A master chef accidentally got locked into his walk-in freezer with nobody to help him because five employees walked out of the restaurant, quitting their jobs at the same time. And a French diplomat got sucked out of the sky train because a coin got stuck in the doors and resulted in them not closing properly. I mean, this is just… unreal… and messed up.”
Alicia pressed her lips tight and stared at the flagstone path. Tim noticed a group of police officers at the entrance and felt the need to pull his hood up. That’s when Alicia put her hand in his. It felt so small, almost like a doll’s, and in a way it was. Together they hurried into the school.
Tim noticed that the officers were standing a little too still, looking at people a little too long, and talking a little too stiffly. They were androids, of course, and not the costly type either. Unofficially, they were known as ‘drones’ or ‘piggybanks’ and were employed by the Avondale PD for lesser tasks such as patrolling or arresting drunkards. Tim wondered what they were doing at the school.
The entry hall was swarmed with stressed students, and Tim navigated through the loud crowd, with a steady grip on Alicia’s hand. Today’s lecture was on emotional cues in AI software. The auditorium would be packed.
In the corridor outside, they ran into a few of Tim’s classmates.
“Hey, Tim, you never said you had a sister?” Charlie said.
“And a hot one, at that,” someone else chimed in.
Tim laughed nervously. “It’s, uh, it’s not…”
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Alicia tilted her head from side to side and smiled. “I’m Alicia.”
“Hi, I’m Charlie, nice to–” Charlie stopped himself when Alicia turned to Tim and kissed him on his lips.
Tim’s eyes went wide, and he felt goosebumps exploding on his back and arms. He blinked a few times, his mind reeling. The kiss only lasted for a second, but he almost lost his balance. Alicia smiled, her eyes gleaming.
She took Tim by the hand and dragged him into the auditorium. They were already in their seats when he finally regained control over his numb mind and body.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.
“I know that.” Alicia wriggled out of the jacket. “It was simply a ‘thank you’ for removing the off-switch. Don’t go expecting things now.”
Tim nodded. His lips still tingling. It was strange that he felt so twirled up after the kiss. The logical part of his brain told him that this was the same as putting his lips on a toaster or laptop. Still, his heart kept bouncing in his chest, feeling all fluttery and gooey. His mind went to places it shouldn’t. Was it possible to date a machine? What if someone found out? What if he didn’t know she wasn’t human, would that make a difference? What would happen when he grew older? She would always be this age.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud tapping from the speakers, and Tim turned his eyes toward the scene.
“Professor Minhauk is unavailable. No lesson today.” The voice amplified by the speakers belonged to a young girl who sat cross-legged on the scene, holding a plushy butterfly.
Almost every student got up and filed out of the auditorium. Tim remained seated, staring at the brown braids of the girl. It was strange that nobody questioned why a six-year-old had just dismissed them. Perhaps they were just happy to get out of class.
Soon, only a few heads remained in the room. Tim noticed in dismay the snagged head of the boy from the train, as well as the bulky headphones and pale complexion of the punk girl that had given him her sock. There were a bunch of other faces that he didn’t recognize. Alicia suddenly looked nervous.
“I’m happy you chose to stay,” the girl said. “My name is Eve.”
Part 10
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Please bear with me. My issues with bitcoin's system. Argumentative replies would be appreciated.

I'm writing this post because I take issue with some of bitcoin's subliminal psywar campaigns. In the text that follows, I don't intend to recount all of the damage caused by bitcoin's narcissistic insults but I do want to point out that somebody has to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of bitcoin and its lousy belief systems. That somebody can be you. In any case, bitcoin insists that teachers should teach our children that lying is morally justifiable as long as it's referred to as “strategic deception”. Interestingly, rather than use the word “teach” bitcoin substitutes the phrase, “apply strategies for facilitating learning in instructional situations.” I assume this is to conceal the fact that its dissertations are incoherent. They are inconsistent. And yes, they are downright iconoclastic. That's why I feel that we must stop bitcoin now. Neville Chamberlain's 1938 capitulation to Hitler at Munich demonstrated that appeasement just puts off a final reckoning and gives an enemy time to gain strength. That's why it is imperative that we expose every contentious practice of every contentious rover.
What is the milieu in which inhumane carpetbaggers trivialize the entire issue? It is the underworld of conspiracy theory, a subculture in which the most appalling jobsworths you'll ever see share fantasies of fighting heroically against a huge conspiracy that will use lethal violence as a source of humor in a lustrum or two. I have never been in favor of being gratuitously myopic. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to begin the debate about bitcoin's complaints. There are some childish enemies of the people who are temeritous. There are also some who are unpleasant. Which category does bitcoin fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check “both”.
Bitcoin used to maintain that its debauches are the result of a high-minded urge to do sociological research. However, after my last letter so eloquently put a lie to that, bitcoin and its encomiasts have busily if rather quietly gone to work on their palinodes—amending here, canceling there, and generally trying to conceal the fact that bitcoin's bread-and-butter tactics generally involve overthrowing all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead dragging people down into the sphere of its own base nature. (Yes, it hates me for my determination and my aggressive stance for what is right, but that's an entirely different story.) I used to maintain that bitcoin was an eccentric despot. However, after seeing how it wants to provide cover for a demonic agenda, I now have an even lower opinion of it. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that the police should lock bitcoin up and throw away the key. Okay, that was a facetious statement. This one is not: If bitcoin's jokes were intended as a joke, bitcoin forgot to include the punchline.
While bitcoin maintains that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do, reality dictates otherwise. Actually, if you want a real dose of reality, look at how my quest is to determine why bitcoin has been trying so hard to permit voluble personæ non gratæ to rise to positions of leadership and authority. I want to know the real stuff going on behind the scenes. I want to know why bitcoin should clarify its point so people like you and me can tell what the heck it's talking about. Without clarification, bitcoin's diatribes sound lofty and include some emotionally charged words but don't really seem to make any sense. All this leaves one wondering just what's going on in bitcoin's materialistic head. The answer, of course, is that by brainwashing its adulators with ableism, bitcoin makes them easy to lead, easy to program, and easy to enslave.
Let's try to catch our breaths and look carefully at how bitcoin has been gearing up to wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction. Then let's examine how bitcoin tries to prevent people from hearing the truth about how its presentism society includes a passel of bossy, incompetent snollygosters. This isn't necessarily a new argument. Its roots go back at least to Foucault, and it has been elaborated in numerous venues, such as a book I recently read in which the author maintains that bitcoin has been using threats of fiscal harm to coerce inconsiderate bed-wetting cowards into leaving helpless citizens afraid in the streets, in their jobs, and even in their homes. That is a fundamental violation of common law and demonstrates that bitcoin says that people prefer “cultural integrity” and “multicultural sensitivity” to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life. This is at best wrong. At worst, it is a lie.
If we briefly prescind from the main point of this letter we can focus on how the question that's on everyone's mind these days is, “What does bitcoin hope to achieve by repeatedly applying its lips to the posteriors of wretched babblers?” The answer may surprise you, especially when you consider that bitcoin's support for freedom of speech extends only to those who agree with it. That is, it believes in “free speech for me but not for thee”. I guess that's not too surprising when one considers that bitcoin sometimes puts itself in charge of redefining unbridled self-indulgence as a virtue, as the ultimate test of personal freedom. At other times, one of its confidants is deputed for the job. In either case, bitcoin likes to talk about free speech. Lamentably, its model of free speech is not free at all. To bitcoin, free speech is speech that it controls and can use as an ideological weapon to render unspeakable and unthinkable whole categories of beliefs about power.
Quite simply, bitcoin has said that its perorations epitomize wholesome family entertainment. Furthermore, the language bitcoin used to say that demonstrates egoism and maybe the onset of early senility. Bitcoin has been going around claiming that the government (and perhaps it itself) should have sweeping powers to arrest and hold people indefinitely on flimsy grounds. When challenged about the veracity of that message, bitcoin attributed its contradictions of the truth to “poetic license”. That means “lying”.
Many people are incredulous when I tell them that bitcoin intends to give people a new and largely artificial basis for evaluating things and making decisions. “How could bitcoin be so pharisaical?”, they ask me. “It doesn't seem possible.” Well, it is clearly possible, and now I'll explain exactly how bitcoin plans to do it. But first, you need to realize that it periodically puts up a façade of reform. However, underneath the pretty surface, it's always business as usual.
Bitcoin shouldn't shower haughty jokers with undeserved encomia. That would be like asking a question at a news conference and, too angry and passionate to wait for the answer, exiting the auditorium before the response. Both of those actions set up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carry out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. What so many people find difficult to grasp is that if bitcoin thinks that skin color means more than skill and gender is more impressive than genius then maybe it should lay off the wacky tobacky.
Bitcoin has allied itself with the devil and serves him faithfully, which makes it obvious to me that bitcoin has for a long time been arguing that Elvis is alive and well and living in Tweed, Ontario. Had it instead been arguing that it is leading us down the road of Leninism, I might cede it its point. As it stands, the leap of faith required to bridge the logical gap in bitcoin's arguments is simply too terrifying for me to contemplate. What I do often contemplate, however, is how it appears to have found a new tool to use to help it suppress our freedom. That tool is caciquism, and if you watch it wield it you'll unquestionably see why I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while bitcoin still has the ability to lock people who need our help into a vicious cycle of indigence and ignorance. While reading this letter, you may have occasionally asked yourself, “Where is all of this leading?” and, “What is the point exactly?” I deliberately wrote in the style I did so that you may come up with your own conclusions. Therefore, I leave you with only the following: Bitcoin has no innate compass for judging what is proper behavior and what is unacceptable.
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Welcome to the FLO subreddit! Here you can learn about FLO and its use as a worldwide public record in many blockchain-based applications

FLO: a worldwide public record


What is FLO?
FLO is a cryptocurrency that introduces a worldwide public record for storing information. FLO coins are needed to pay for storage capacity, and coins are issued to reward participants for their work to secure and distribute information.
FLO is used to send payments and store data. This encourages building applications because anyone has the ability to write data into FLO.
How does FLO work?
FLO is a network similar to bitcoin where the open ledger is secured by miners competing to find proof-of-work. FLO has its own ledger, called the FLO blockchain, that can be thought of as a digital public space for storing information.

Release files https://github.com/floblockchain/flo/releases


Technical Specifications

Block target spacing: 40 seconds
Difficulty retargets every blocks
Block reward: 100 FLO, halving every 800,000 blocks (about 1 year)
Maximum coins: 160 million FLONetwork port: 7312RPC port: 7313

Mining Information

See our mining guide here: https://forum.flo.cash/t/mining-guide-antminer-l3/36

Block explorers



Bittrex https://bittrex.com/Market/Index?MarketName=BTC-FLO
Nova https://novaexchange.com/market/BTC_FLO/
OpenBazaar https://openbazaar.org/
Komodo https://komodoplatform.com/decentralized-exchange/
Blocknet https://www.blocknet.co/block-dx/
Indacoin https://indacoin.com/
Thecoin.pw Exchange https://trade.thecoin.pw
Coin swap services https://coinswitch.co/http://changenow.io


Twitter http://twitter.com/FLOblockchain
Telegram https://t.me/FLOblockchain
Alexandria Rocket Chat https://chat.alexandria.io
YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDAELSdJelys5VkE1FuXo2A
Medium Blog https://medium.com/flo-cash
Reddit http://www.reddit.com/FLOblockchain
IRC channel Join #florincoin on http://webchat.freenode.net/
FLO Slack https://florincoin.slack.com/shared_invite/MTgzNDk0MzYxMjY5LTE0OTQ4MTgzMDEtNGIwYzI4NjkwNw



Notable Partnerships:

California Institute of Technology- https://etdb.caltech.edu/
Overstock's tZERO - https://www.tzero.com/
Open Index Protocol Working Group- https://github.com/oipwg / http://oip.wiki/
Medici Ventures- www.mediciventures.com

Apps running on top of the FLO blockchain:

OIP apps
Open Index Protocol - https://oip.wiki/
Alexandria - https://alexandria.io/browse
California Institute of Technology - https://etdb.caltech.edu/browse
Medici Ventures - https://www.mediciventures.com/
Block Header - https://t.me/blockheader
FLO native apps
Overstock's tZERO - https://www.tzero.com/
Shared Secret - http://www.sharedsecret.net/
Notarize with Flotorizer - http://flotorizer.net/
World Mood - http://worldmood.io/
Aterna Love - https://github.com/metacoin/aternaloveXcertify - https://github.com/akhil2015/Xcertify


Official web site http://www.flo.cash
Github links for Alexandria, OIP, Ranchi, and FLO
FLO Foundation http://flo.foundation
Roadmap https://trello.com/b/jFlPhrzW/florincoin-roadmap
Florincoin and Alexandria presentation @ BitDevs NYC 5/24/17 https://twitter.com/Official_Florin/status/867614281868726273
Florincoin @ CryptoCurrency Convention NYC 4/9/14 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U7MXAYCXGc
Florin article @ bitcoinist http://bitcoinist.net/exclusive-qa-with-joseph-fiscella-florincoin-and-decentralized-applications/
Blockchain bootstrap from http://cryptochainer.com/dihttps://mega.nz/#!u15HSADT!nstJ67-mKnWZbMPwddeRJoxEnNneS_94yTfLHoeNQyg
FLO market data read from FLO blockchain visualised http://iquidus.io:5000/
The Decentralized Library of Alexandria - San Diego Bitcoin Meetup 08/15 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiZnjM7Y7Cs
Blocktech Project Alexandria v0.4 alpha Intro and Walkthrough https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_u-ndscZjY
Alexandria v0.5.1 alpha demo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcuj_xILct0
FLO History
Launched June 17th 2013, the first coin with a metadata field on the blockchain for the purpose of building blockchain applications.
2013 * Jun 17th: FLO released with no pre-mine and no ICO https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.0 * Jul 9th: Florincoin is the 61st coin added to Cryptsy, the first major altcoin exchange * Sep 9th: Created the first block explorer, florinexchange.com/explorer, an open source explorer which is later replaced with https://florincoin.info * Nov 27th: Coordinated with Skyangel on a hard-fork (required update) to increase the transaction comment size to 528 bytes https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg3731680#msg3731680 * Dec 10th: Started work on new website * Dec 16th: Songs of Love, a charity for children based in NYC, beings accepting FLO donations to make customized songs for children in need
2014 * Feb 1st: Created the FLO twitter account https://twitter.com/floblockchain (Originally @Official_Florin) * Feb 1st: Created a website, Aterna Love, to store valentine's day messages in the blockchain. Those messages still exist today * Feb 12th: Promoted FLO at the bitcoin center in NYC, with interview by Naomi Brockwell https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbeYJID7Ewg * Mar 2nd: Launched new florincoin.org website * Mar 20th: Florincoin subreddit created https://reddit.com/floblockchain (originally /florincoin) * Apr 9th: Presentation about Florincoin at the 1st Cryptocurrency Convention at the scholastic auditorium in NYC https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giUL0Wiaz1M * Apr 12th: skyangel releases Florin v0.6.5.13, a hard fork at block 426000, causing FLO to start adjusting difficulty every block https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg6191701#msg6191701 * Jun 21st: skyangel releases Florin v0.8.7.2, up to date with the latest Litecoin codebase https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg7440510#msg7440510 * Jun 22nd: bitcoinist.net article: exclusive Q&A with Joseph Fiscella http://bitcoinist.com/exclusive-qa-with-joseph-fiscella-florincoin-and-decentralized-applications/ * Sep 20th: Alexandria team meets in San Diego to work on the project as a team for the first time * Oct 4th: Inside Bitcoins Las Vegas conference with the Alexandria Booth
2015 * Jan 1st: FLO and Alexandria mentioned in a chapter about blockchain applications in Melanie Swan's book Blockchain: A Blueprint for a New Economy http://shop.oreilly.com/product/0636920037040.do * Mar 3rd: Released the first golang SDK for Florincoin, foundation, on github: - https://github.com/metacoin/foundation - https://github.com/metacoin/flojson * Mar 11th: FLO is open for trading on Bittrex * Mar 11th: FLO is open for trading on Poloniex * Apr 17th: Alexandria 0.4 walkthrough video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_u-ndscZjY * Jun 10th: n-o-d-e.net interview with Alexandria https://n-o-d-e.net/alexandria.html * Jun 25th: Alexandria historian is born and begins recording historic data on the blockchain * Jun 29th: VICE article about Alexandria released: Could Cyberwar Cause a Library of Alexandria Event? https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/ae3p4p/could-cyberwar-cause-a-library-of-alexandria-event * Aug 5th: LA times article about Blockchain Technology Group / Alexandria http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-cutting-edge-blockchain-20150809-story.html * Sep 24th: CoinTelegraph article about Alexandria https://cointelegraph.com/news/a-glimpse-into-the-future-of-decentralized-media * Dec 9th: Alexandria v0.5.1 alpha demo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcuj_xILct0 * Dec 16th: Alexandria booth at Inside Bitcoins San Diego https://i.imgur.com/zZWi31F.jpg
2016 * Mar 25th: FLO released by Bitspill and the Alexandria team, as well as a pool mining historian blocks https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg14314984#msg14314984 * Apr 8th: FLO used to store Libertarian Party votes in blockchain https://www.coindesk.com/libertarian-party-texas-logs-votes-presidential-electors-blockchain/ * May 3rd: Alexandria meetup in NYC (video URL missing) * Jun 19th: FLO recommended update to latest Litecoin codebase * Nov 27: Alexandria presentation at DAppHack Berlin 2016 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwqkmK9aTXs
2017 * May 15th: FLO meetup in NYC, Telegram channel created https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.1560 * May 25th: FLO/Alexandria presentation lived streamed from BitDevs NYC: https://twitter.com/FLOblockchain/status/867614281868726273 * July 12th: Introducing Alexandria and the Open Index Protocol https://steemit.com/cryptocurrency/@m3ta/introducing-alexandria-and-the-open-index-protocol * July 28th: Amy's blog post about the Alexandria team's visit to San Diego https://medium.com/@amyellajames/build-faster-51712d0ed51d * Aug 20th: Valentin Jesse creates a FLO touchbar app for the 2017 MacBookPro https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg21047455#msg21047455 * Nov 29th: New logo and new website concept released and revealed to community in the rebranding initiative https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=236742.msg25431477#msg25431477 * Dec 22nd: New website launched: https://flo.cash * Dec 22nd: Flotorizer launched at flotorizer.net, Medium article written by Davi Ortega describing the creation of a FLO blockchain application as a non-programmer https://medium.com/@ortega_science/flotorizer-an-experiment-on-blockchain-for-noobs-5dfb3aa6bbd2 * Dec 24th: FLO Community Update https://steemit.com/cryptocurrency/@m3ta/flo-community-update-december-2017 * Dec 31st: SharedSecret.net, the first blockchain-based implementation of Shamir's Secret Sharing algorithm, is live (again created by Davi Ortega)
2018 * Jan 13th: Live-streaming FLO dev on twitch.tv https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAbk8FrbF7k * Jan 18th: FLO python SDK released https://github.com/metacoin/flo-python-sdk * Jan 18th: FLO added to brainwalletX https://github.com/brainwalletX/brainwalletX.github.io/pull/5/files * Jan 18th: FLO C# SDK released https://github.com/adreno-abhi/Flo-CSharp-SDK * Feb 23th: FLO partners with YBF Ventures http://ybfventures.com/worlds-first-web-3-0-hub-ybf-mesh/ * Mar 20th: FLO releases version 0.15 with segwit support, up-to-date with current Bitcoin and Litecoin codebases: https://github.com/floblockchain/flo/releases * May 1st: SPV wallet floj is open-sourced by Alexandria and Medici teams https://github.com/floj-org/floj * July 17th: FLO summit 2018 held in San Diego https://twitter.com/FLOblockchain/status/1018858384534179842 * July 26th: Website updated with dapps dashboard https://twitter.com/flo_development/status/1022534376226213890
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The LIST: Metro Happenings Thursday March 01 - Sunday March 04, 2018

Thursday March 01, 2018

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Cyprus Bitcoin Project [UPDATE 2]

Just letting you know that I've created a facebook page and event: https://www.facebook.com/RebootCyprusWithBitcoin?ref=hl
The venue will be determined by the number of confirmed participants, so please join only if you intend on coming. During this inaugural forum, there will be a short introductory presentation of bitcoin followed by an open discussion. Explaining the technical aspects of Bitcoin in English is challenging enough and since the goal is to encourage Cypriots to understand and use Bitcoin, the presentation and much of the discussion will be in Greek. If you do not speak Greek but would like to participate, please do not be discouraged. You can express your opinion and ask questions in English, everyone here speaks the language.
If you are unable to attend but still want to encourage other people to come, please don't do so by pressing "Join". Express your support by writing something on the event or group wall. This will be an enormous help; people are more likely to attend the event if they see that there is an entire world watching, supporting and wishing them to succeed.
The Forum will take place even if it's just me talking to one other person at a cafeteria. If up to 20 people attend, I will book an auditorium. If it's up to 100, I'll book a bigger one. If it's over 1000 we'll have an open air Forum at Freedom Square in the heart of downtown Nicosia. You get the idea. Point is, I can't do this by myself. I need your help and active involvement. This is what I will do over the coming 20 days to promote the event:
I am currently in Greece for Orthodox Easter and will return to Cyprus some time next week. Keep those comments coming, this is getting exciting.
Some quick responses to comments:
I live in Cyprus. I am a Cypriot citizen. I am tracking Bitcoin since 2010.
I haven't heard of any Bitcoin-related event happening in Nicosia (if you exclude this reddit post).
If you want that project to succeed, Cypriots need to know about that more than any other.
If I wasn't subscribed to that subreddit how would I knew about it?
You haven't heard of any Bitcoin-related event because there hasn't been one yet. If you've been tracking Bitcoin since 2010, then you are far better qualified than I am to talk about it. Now that there is an event, I hope to see you there and share your knowledge with the rest. Join the event on facebook and please share it on your news feed.
Look, I think you're god damn nuts, and I hope your project fails.
Gee, thanks. But let's talk about your failure to understanding something.
You consider printing a new currency as the best option for Cyprus. This new currency, whatever it is, will be massively devalued to reflect a massively devalued economy. The cheap currency will incentivize exports in the primary sector, leaving the local economy to either import from poorer countries with cheaper currencies or try and match the prices of export, thus raising prices.
Furthermore, the country's debt will still be in euros. A devalued currency will increase the debt to unsustainable levels and lead to a catastrophic default. Those with euros tucked safely away in foreign banks will then buy out properties and assets at fire-sale prices.
So congratulations, your vision for Cyprus is one of abject poverty and despair for anyone who doesn't own hotels, farms or has all their money in banks outside of Cyprus.
Bitcoin is a currency that will increase in value the more it is used and circulated. And it doesn't need to be annointed an "official currency" by any government nor does it need to be printed by a central bank that belongs to a global financial system that is designed to accumulate wealth in a pyramid scheme through fractional reserve. All it needs is a software installation on your computer.
To be fair, your reservations about the practicality of using Bitcoin in everyday transactions are quite valid and it is something that everyone in the community shares. But that is why we need a Forum, to discuss solutions to these problems. They are not insurmountable. I hope you will attend in good faith and discuss your concerns with everyone else.
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Denver Event Listing -- 05/05 - 05/12

Please check out the /denver FAQ for more places to see and things to do in the metro Denver area.
Suggestions of anything to do around Denver always appreciated. Thanks!!
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Community events & happenings Friday Sept 15 - Sunday Sept 17

Event distances from downtown

Friday, Sep 15

Saturday, September 16

Sunday, September 17

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