Future question

Bitter ice desert, Broken, frozen, bleak night. Cool gloom pioneer.

That ugly salmon laugh hard when two cactus bounce into garbage damp.

The horrors of the ancient 21st century consume a lot of bandwidth to process. Driving thru the ruins of past civilizations, the archeological robots chug diesel, tasked with finding the answer to the question "Why?"

inspired by Richard Greaser's new track: https://wavlake.com/album/3bd67867-8efe-42ee-95cd-0d98c04d161a

Under the cover of a silent night, the masked robber pulled up in his sleek black car outside the glittering jewelry store. Heart racing, he smashed the display case and grab the priceless diamond, quick as lightning, before any alarm could blare. Escape was his only thought — as the police would arrive soon. He floored the gas, vanishing into the shadows, triumphant yet breathless.

Mom,¹

We accepted the resolution beneath a blanket of silence, in the name of peace, a scary version of it. They said it's our citizen duty to turn bitcoin into ETFs, for the glorious battle. We (I, you, almost everyone) said this is good, the immense loss of everything. This giant elephant in our room was too big and we accepted it.

Yet, they're still fighting, the self-custody culture remains. With a tired wink, a man whispered to me The ones holding keys, hold THE truth. His words were a cannon against lies.

I remember this, when I wake up. I tell myself softly, we're not legends but subjects of freedoms, we need breathing, we whisper always for more.

Yours,

Your ghost

Fun challenge! To up my game, I tried it with 24 words.

The faint noise sounded like *opera. Busy Grace hummed to herself, working on the ice carbon panel. Hanging by a wire, her brush with success leading to a flee fall, she tried to do damage control. Taking stock of the sight before her, she vowed to obtain a viable version next round. She would rescue her red flag and turn it into a shining example. This hurt won’t ruin her. Instead, it would help her innovate the real method.

The chief of the city watched from his car as the boy ran through the fog. The distance between them grew, but he could still feel the tension in the air. Suddenly, a bullet sliced through the silence: the act that would change everything.

From behind a filter of smoke, an elegant female stepped forward, her calm eyes steady despite the chaos. The air seemed to freeze around her.¹

The {\color{green}man} caught her gentle {\color{green}glance} across the crowded room. Something {\color{green}silent} passed between them — a recognition deeper than words. The {\color{green}woman} felt it too, that inexplicable connection pulling at her {\color{green}soul}.

They were {\color{green}two} strangers, yet not strangers at all.

Months later, standing together as autumn leaves fell, they made their {\color{green}pledge}. No grand gestures, just {\color{green}mutual} understanding in shared smiles and intertwined fingers.

"{\color{green}Happy}?" he whispered.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Completely."

Their {\color{green}love} had been quiet from the start — a {\color{green}gentle} knowing that some souls simply belong together, waiting patiently through lifetimes to finally {\color{green}connect}.

She cooked bacon, he brought bacon, they laughed over bacon, and the radio played a song about bacon. All they could think about was bacon. Morning sunlight warmed their bacon and coffee; from then on, all their breakfasts always included bacon. After she left, he made bacon for two out of habit, setting one plate down and speaking to the empty chair about bacon. One spring morning he unwrapped bacon on a park bench and finally felt whole again because of one thing: Because of bacon, he does not have to think about checksum.

Last time I saw you, you were just a tiny kid — but I still see you every day, deep in my memory. Still got that smile and beauty, like a flower.

Suddenly, the deep space rocket began to shudder violently. A brave human pilot was ready to feel the impact. This unusual alien energy, a total mystery across the vast expanse, would arrive soon.

Keywords ---- Vast, space, rocket, arrive, brave, human, feel, unusual, alien, energy, total, mystery

I’ve been trying to think of a way to pass down 12 words through oral tradition (a song or story) in such a way that it can survive intact for a couple hundred years. The 12 words would be the key to a couple utxos that are unable to be spent until those couple hundred years have passed.

Trouble would be to have enough redundancy built in so that it can survive generations of the “telephone game” but also not be too obvious or a computer will grab those utxos as soon as they are spendable. Might have to figure out a way to pass down a passphrase on metal that would be the final key to unlocking it.

Man alone, window view, bleak autumn; nothing will change, always eternal sadness

Sow the seeds like trees. Live forever free and work like bees.

Your momma such fat she'll cry when food deposits run empty quickly.

apple, breeze, cloud, dream, echo, flower, glow, heart, joy, moon, river, star

I always wondered about this but never asked or Googled it. Figured now’s a good time. Do seed phrase words gotta be from that official list, or can they be just any random stuf, even made-up words like 'dysgduyugy'?

Don't write stories with your seed words. AI will guess them eventually.

Cool idea.

I bought a fantasy novel from a pleb last week that contains all 2048 words sprinkled in alphabetically. To be used because a book is an easier emergency backup to travel with.

If you're interested:

It's not marketed as being related to bitcoin at all. But it's on Amazon and elsewhere, and there may be more like it.

This is impressive!

The Rare Earths Market Reality Disproves the Libertarians Free Markets will Will Fix Everything is Bullshit.

BTW here is my solution to free and secure cold wallet seed phrase storage - in open sight!

It's okay; my giant tool looks like a train, but after I shoot into your tiny circle, you'll ask for a donor to flock to develop a shield. After all, you're going to call me your chief because it'll smell like salmon, and you'll never forget me.