My name is Bitcoin. It's been eight years since Satoshi Nakamoto gave birth to me and vanished soon after. He left me, but not alone; I had a new company with thousands of developers. Then, somebody bought two pizzas by paying with 10,000 units of me. I started travelling. Somebody first bid $1 to own me. The bidding continued and my value went up due to my popularity. I have been declared dead 129 times and I don't know how I'm still alive. Why do I exist? My creator told everyone that I'm "peer to peer electronic cash," nothing more and nothing less. Some people see me as the real promise...
My name is Bitcoin. It's been eight years since Satoshi Nakamoto gave birth to me and vanished soon after. He left me, but not alone; I had a new comp...