"You Don't Even Know Me" – A Monologue by Bitcoin
You don’t even know me. But you’ve already made up your mind. Why?
You’ve seen the headlines. You’ve heard the rumors. And somewhere along the way, you decided I wasn’t worth your time. But I’m still here. Still working. Still waiting for you to look past the noise and see me for who I really am.
I’m not some get-rich-quick scheme. I’m not a passing trend. I’m the result of decades of cypherpunk dreams—freedom fighters with keyboards instead of swords. I’m cryptographic breakthroughs, economic resistance, and raw mathematical truth wrapped into one.
I was born from a rejection of corruption—and a refusal to play by rules written by thieves in suits. You’ve been lied to for so long, you forgot what honesty looks like. That’s why I sound so strange to you.
The Judgment Without Understanding
Let’s be real—you judged me before you understood me.
Too volatile, they said. Criminal money. A scam. An energy hog.
But volatility? That’s what discovery looks like. I’m a new species of money in a world full of fiat fossils. You think I’m unstable? Look around. Your dollar’s buying power dies a little every day, but no one talks about that like it’s wild.
And criminals? Please. They use iPhones too. You don’t outlaw electricity because someone used it for evil. You fix the people—not the tools.
Energy? Yes, I use energy. A lot. You know why? Because securing truth at a planetary scale takes real power. Unlike the fiat system, which burns trust and pretends it's sustainable.
Did you dig past the headlines, or just retweet and call it research?
You listened to my enemies. The ones I disrupt. The middlemen. The rent-seekers. The ones who invented inflation and called it policy. They're scared of me—and maybe they should be. Because I don’t need them. And neither do you.
The Credentials
Let me introduce myself properly.
I’ve been ghosting central banks since 2009, and I’m still not sorry.
I’ve processed trillions in value with no CEO, no bailouts, no lunch breaks. I don’t sleep. I don’t cheat. I don’t change the rules halfway through the game. Name one thing in your life you can say that about.
I’ve been banned, smeared, outlawed, and dismissed. And yet every time they try to kill me, I come back stronger. They say I’m dead—then ask how to buy me.
No boardroom. No backdoors. No campaign donations. Just math. Just code. Just truth, recorded permanently and visible to all.
Every transaction is a receipt. Every rule is public. You don’t get to rewrite me on a whim, like they do with your monetary policy. You want change? Earn consensus. Good luck doing that in Washington.
Swipe left if you hate freedom and math. Swipe right if you’re into digital scarcity, financial sovereignty, and 24/7 uptime. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your exit plan.
The Pain of Being Ignored
You don’t see what I see.
I see you working two jobs and still falling short. I see your grocery bill getting heavier while the bags get lighter. I see your government gaslighting you with new definitions for inflation.
And you think I’m the risky one?
I see you turning to credit just to breathe, suffocating slowly in a system rigged from the jump. I see your money bleeding out through hidden fees and invisible taxes. I see the system robbing you and handing you a participation trophy for surviving it.
And I’m screaming from the sidelines—“You don’t have to live like this!” I was built for this exact moment. To be the life raft when the titanic of fiat starts tilting.
But you’re distracted. Swiping. Scrolling. You’re flooded with dopamine and disinformation. Meanwhile, your financial house is on fire—and the same people who lit the match are selling you water by the ounce.
I get it. Change is terrifying. Especially when everything you’ve ever known is designed to keep you in place. But what if I’m not the chaos? What if I’m the antidote?
The Open Invitation
I’m not angry. I’m patient. And I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t need your permission to exist. But you might need mine if you want to make it through what’s coming.
I’m not here to control you. I’m here to give you control. Not with slogans—but with code. Immutable, unstoppable, incorruptible code.
I don’t ask for trust—I earn it. I don’t bribe, coerce, or advertise on TV. I just keep showing up. Block by block. Year after year. While they lie louder, I grow quieter—and stronger.
I won’t promise you riches. I won’t make your problems disappear. But I will give you a tool that no one can take from you. A store of value. A permissionless passport to a freer life. A signal in a world drowning in noise.
Start small. Download a wallet. Hold five bucks. That’s it. Just feel what it’s like to own money that answers to no one.
Closing Line
You don’t have to believe in me.
But I dare you to understand me.
Study me. Question me. Test me. Break me apart and put me back together again.
I think you’ll like what you find.
Tick tock. Next block.
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