Midnight Dream

I still recall from my history studies that waging a tank war in early spring when the melting snow turns to mud around the Dnieper Steppes is a bad idea. Back in WWII they used to halt operations until April-May when the ground had enough time to dry.

To the rescue of the Ukrainians came the crypto gang, here is the deal, send BTC to their government to clear your conscience for not doing more. How do you know the address is a legit? Vitalik to the rescue, using an ad-hoc reputation system, centralized unfortunately, since it seems like a decentralized reputation system is nearly impossible to achieve as it will become corrupt before you know it. At least you can always trust someone with 3.4M followers, maybe I’ll write a patent about this one day.

Now let’s speculate, the year is 2025 and the Russians control Europe, shiver down my spine and some cold sweat (full disclosure, I’m married to a Russian girl), the Russian flag waves high above the Brandenburg gate, where some locals are selling matryoshka dolls and freshly made holodets to the passing soldiers. Putin and his generals all wearing leather boots are inspecting a long column of T-14 Armata tanks stretching across the Champs-Élysées up to the Eifel tower. In Britain a handful of RAF fighters are still fighting a desperate battle to deflect an imminent invasion.

Looking for someone to grill for their 2022 military fiasco in Ukraine the Russian secret service officers turn their attention to the donators of BTC address 357a3So9CbsNfBBgFYACGvxxS6tMaDoa1P. Hell, some of these donators no longer remember their donation, but the blockchain does, forever, and the KGB is following close on their heels.

To be continued.