Hi there. This is the first in a series of short fiction tales, inspired by my recent adventures in the cryptoworld...
Any resemblance to actual persons and tokens, living or dead, or actual ICOs, is purely coincidental. 😊
He really shouted this out...out of the blue. He looks mid-40s and fairly drunk. Although he's younger than me, most people look at him like an old fart. Oh, dear...
I am in a trendy bar, in the heart of Crypto Valley. I am surrounded by tall, slim, young smiling guys. Some of them dress like London quants from the 90s, although most look casual and scruffy.
Most women are dressed up.
There is still some finger food on the trays, which proves my theory stating that the older the attendance, the faster the food disappears from trays. Average age tonight is thirtysomething, so there's plenty of food left...
Sponsor time now : the reception is hosted by SHEETCOIN, a Latvia-based project which is in the business of tokenizing pet excrements to make biofuel out of that. It sounds like a good idea...but it smells bad!
As I am still eating salmon, I really hope their video won't get into the gory details of the business model… 😊
She's smart and beautiful, so despite the awkward topic, her explanation of token utility is fascinating and convincing. Standard jokes from fellow Italians soon turn into respect.
A nice bunch of young Italians are attending the event. They just created a start-up in a remote country, and moved there. Sure enough, they are gearing up to launch an ICO. At first sight, they look like ordinary university students in a remote location. They chat about cheap rents, roommates, Ryanair flights, grannies waiting to feed them like turkeys on Christmas, etc. Nonetheless, they have a special light in their eyes, as they feel (and hope) to be on the brink of something great: a life-changing event.
ICO fever is the new gold rush. Like in the old days, when the smartest ones were selling shovels to the miners rather than mining themselves, nowadays their descendants call themselves "ICO advisors"…!
The Italian fellas are really smart...they have already turned down three potential advisors, and they are glad to find out that their current contact is someone I would highly recommend. In the meantime, the background music has turned into loud noise (if you ask me). Now the blondie is dancing, and I feel it's time for me to vacate the dance floor and start stalking the drunken VC (yes, the wife tokenizer) who is now seeking expressions of interest for the next token summit.
No more salmon. Perhaps it got tokenized as well. And leftover tokens were burnt, in compliance with best practices 😊
