Two Violent Uncles Laughing to the Beat
A Short Story
by almontubo
Satoshi Nakamoto had always loved creepy China with its homely, huge Hard forks. It was a place where he felt unstable.
He was a smart, rude, wine drinker with solid fingers and moist ankles. His friends saw him as a grotesque, giant genious. Once, he had even helped a wide hard fork cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
Satoshi walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. The drizzle rained like chatting grumpy cat.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of John Mcafee. John was a clever antivirus with slimy fingers and ruddy ankles.
Satoshi gulped. He was not prepared for John.
As Satoshi stepped outside and John came closer, he could see the blue-eyed smile on his face.
"Look Satoshi," growled John, with an intelligent glare that reminded Satoshi of clever dogecoin. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Bitcoins. You owe me 14000 Bitcoins."
Satoshi looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the golden banana. "John, you are not me," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, knobbly koala drinking at a very BRAVE Blockchain convention, which had edm music playing in the background and two violent uncles laughing to the beat.
Suddenly, John lunged forward and tried to punch Satoshi in the face. Quickly, Satoshi grabbed the golden banana and brought it down on John's skull.
John's slimy fingers trembled and his ruddy ankles wobbled. He looked active, his wallet raw like a knotty, kaleidoscopic knife.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later John Mcafee was dead.
Satoshi Nakamoto went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.
THE END
I don't know what to say but, I'm sure, this is a masterpiece!
