Topic: King of Bitcoin (Ebook) (Read 3758 times)

“Bitcoins? Buttcoins more like!”

Brad outstretched his hand to his desk-mate, receiving a reciprocal high-five. Titters erupted around the classroom at the jock’s customary wit, accompanied by the sound of a few snores, low chattering, and bored tapping of pencils.

Atlas shrugged. He had been expecting the morons not to understand the importance of his class talk, and patiently stood there waited for the idiotic giggling to die down. He was trying his best to inform them about the future of economics, the future of everything. It was 2019, and he’d been doing the same thing for five tiring years. Few had listened, preferring to remain in their convenient bubble. Sheep.

He straightened his shirt, which was already pressed neatly. “No, Bradley, bitcoins. As I was saying, bitcoins are a cryptocurrency, the most popular of many, and they allow users to send and receive payments over a decentralized encrypted network. They are the future of currency as we know it, so it would in fact behoove you to listen.”

Brad stretched back further in his chair, sneering at the tall, thin, impossibly serious, Atlas. Instead it was Brad’s cheerleader girlfriend Kayleigh who spoke. She sat at the front of the class, and Atlas had to concentrate not to be distracted by her long creamy legs clearly visible to him under the desk.

“My dad’s a banker. He says bitcoins are unstable. He says you need government regulation for a currency to work. He said he’d never put one dime of his money into ‘em”.

“Well, Kayleigh, respectfully, your father is either ill-informed, willfully ignorant, or just watching out for his own stack. The banks have been teetering on destruction for decades. All it takes is for one card to fall, and they all will.”

“Hey dickballs, don’t call my dad dumb!”

Miss. Grey, the young English class teacher, exclaimed “Language Kayleigh! This is a classroom.” Still, she too looked bored at the talk.

Unperturbed, Atlas continued.
 

Atlas’s eyes narrowed. “I have money. Now give me a room before I call your superior.”
“Sir, since the crash we don’t accept dollars or credit cards.”
“That’s sensible. I applaud you. But I’m paying with bitcoins.” He coolly placed a USB key on the counter.
The blood visibly drained from the clerk’s face. “Oh! Bitcoin! Oh I see! My many apologies sir! You requested a suite, sir, yes? The best suite? We have two suites on the penthouse level, sir, available only for our most valued guests paying by bitcoin.”