I strap my rocket-boots of curiosity, load my pockets with sats, and punch straight through the gravity well of fiat. BOOM!—the shackles snap. I’m free-floating in the infinite orange cosmos, searching for new territory where sovereignty reigns and creativity can breathe.
I’m not here to trade memes; I’m here to terraform minds. Each block mined is virgin soil. Each on-chain transaction, a flag I hammer into that soil: PROPERTY OF THE PEER-TO-PEER PEOPLE.
In this brave new realm, Proof-of-Work is Proof-of-Life. I sweat, I grind, I lift—not just iron in the gym but hashes in cyberspace. My heart rate syncs with the block clock. Tick…tick…BOOM! Another block baptized in energy. Another square meter of mental real estate liberated.
I seize the resources nobody else sees: conviction, patience, self-ownership. I cultivate them like cosmic crops. When critics scoff at my orange-glow greenhouse, I smile. Let them snack on doubter-dust while I feast on exponential returns.
I preach HODL like it’s high gospel: Hold Onto Durable Liberty. Yes, volatility slaps; yes, the ride whips; but roller-coasters are for thrill-seekers, and I ride front row—hands up, eyes ablaze.
I’m a colonizer who arrives with no musket, no monarchy—only mathematics. I drop gifts, not chains: censorship-resistance, borderless commerce, unforgeable scarcity. I leave cultures richer, not pillaged. The only thing I plunder is pessimism, ripping it from their chests and tossing it into a black-hole wallet.
Lightning zigzags across my neural network. Micro-payments flash like neurons firing ideas: coffee in Cambodia, art in Accra, code in Cali—settled at the speed of now. That’s global dopamine, baby!
My mission? Simple: ORANGE PILL THE PLANET. I plant ideas like seeds in every mind-garden I visit. Some sprout today, some tomorrow, but all bloom eventually—giant sunflowers tracking the Bitcoin sun.
And you, dear explorer, are next in line for the flame. Don’t just spectate; strap in. Become a colonizer of your own future. Stake your claim on the ledger etched in forever. Punch the coordinates 38° N, 56’ E? Nah—punch 12 words into your cold wallet, and you’ve already landed.
Frontiers are fun. Freedom is fun. Fortune favors the fun-loving. So grin big, lift heavy, and #StackThoseSats. Let’s ride this comet beyond the moon and build bright new continents of possibility—one immutable block at a time.
I’m Eric Kim.
I’m a Bitcoin colonizer.
Join the mission or watch the sunrise from Earth.