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1/n Bitcoin - short story.
The Collapse and the Chain
It started with the flare. On June 17, 2041, a solar storm unlike any in recorded history erupted from the sun—a coronal mass ejection so massive it dwarfed the Carrington Event of 1859. Earth’s magnetic shield buckled. Satellites fried, power grids collapsed, and digital banking systems—already fragile from decades of reckless money printing—went dark. Within hours, the world’s financial arteries clogged. ATMs spat useless error codes, credit cards became plastic relics, and cash, where it still existed, lost meaning as supply chains seized. Billions watched their savings vanish into a void of ones and zeros.
Mira Torres was in São Paulo when it hit. The city’s neon skyline blinked out, plunging 20 million people into chaos. She’d been a data analyst, crunching numbers for a crumbling central bank, but that job evaporated with the grid. Looters torched markets, governments declared martial law, and hyperinflation—already a specter—exploded. The Brazilian real, like every fiat currency, became kindling overnight. Mira bartered her last protein bars for a solar charger and a battered handheld radio, clinging to rumors of a solution.
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"content": "1/n Bitcoin - short story.\n\nThe Collapse and the Chain\n\nIt started with the flare. On June 17, 2041, a solar storm unlike any in recorded history erupted from the sun—a coronal mass ejection so massive it dwarfed the Carrington Event of 1859. Earth’s magnetic shield buckled. Satellites fried, power grids collapsed, and digital banking systems—already fragile from decades of reckless money printing—went dark. Within hours, the world’s financial arteries clogged. ATMs spat useless error codes, credit cards became plastic relics, and cash, where it still existed, lost meaning as supply chains seized. Billions watched their savings vanish into a void of ones and zeros.\n\nMira Torres was in São Paulo when it hit. The city’s neon skyline blinked out, plunging 20 million people into chaos. She’d been a data analyst, crunching numbers for a crumbling central bank, but that job evaporated with the grid. Looters torched markets, governments declared martial law, and hyperinflation—already a specter—exploded. The Brazilian real, like every fiat currency, became kindling overnight. Mira bartered her last protein bars for a solar charger and a battered handheld radio, clinging to rumors of a solution.\n\nWant to read more?",
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