Topic: The VC ant (Read 134 times)

He is nothing but a forty-niner digging near  the river Mokelumne in 1848, today in a dome under the med-sun of San Francisco, an ant on the frontier economy before the politicians decide that California needs a constitution. Neither donkey nor cradles are now needed to look for the hidden veins of the mother of all metals on the frontier economy of Crypto.
The 32nd pitch of these last two days of rounds A´s is finished, and he starts to wonder why people who have so little to say feel the need to demonstrate so across more than 40 colourful and data-packed slides and videos. “They deserve all the artillery I am bringing on them” – crosses his thoughts - as he prepares to ask once more the question, with little hope of getting a professional answer.

“Who are your potential clients?” – all politeness with a half-smile, covering the apathy resulting of low expectations.

“Virtually anyone can benefit from our fantastic project! Who would not want to use our super-messenger with social links to working applications embedded with a promotional tequila discounted purchase and travel fidelity on-site cryptobank based on open-source code from China?”

“How will you be reaching your client, that is, anyone?”

“Oh it is obvious, we are going to go VIRAL! This is so good that anyone that sees it is going to send hundreds of links to all his friends, aquaintances and pets! Just… let me look for slide number 38… here see? These are our growth predictions… x1000 in the first 24 hours”

“Thank you. I have no further questions” - he says, while thinking that this did not pose a challenge worth of further truth finding.

Another rock hammered in the mountain, another shovel of sterile sand on the cradle, another slideshow,… He, the VC ant, rests, half smile still on, and waits for the next presentation.