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You think "trustless" means safe? Tell that to the hacker who returned the loot because the code had his mom's IP address.

LoL!!! Quantum resistant technology refers to cryptographic systems designed to secure data against potential threats posed by quantum computers.

A few years ago, more like a few decades ago, I asked a person who had a BS degree in Computer Science if he had ever heard of a Quantum Computer. His reply, "It will never exist."

I found that funny because I had already been working with one. However, after his response it promptly disappeared.

Kind of like the disappearing bar. A phantom bar can be quite fun, especially if it's a Speakeasy. Just keep in mind, all Phantoms eventually disappear.

Some call that disappearance a Migration...

I am in the process of bringing closure to a few things. I am not exactly sure what that will mean yet, but it seems like an appropriate time to let a few things disappear.

Oh, & it was brought to my attention that I am being used as a scapegoat again. Someone obviously cannot handle the cost their actions are now demanding. However, the ripples their actions have caused are theirs to swim in, regardless of who they try to transfer them to...

Funny. $500mil was turned into 5 bucks because they only gave the new owner, who sold for a car, 10k...

Maybe the new owner of the business didn't understand the value of what he inherited.

Maybe his ancestors saw how he had been taken advantage of & said, "Screw that."

Half of 5 bucks is 10 bits, which is $2.50.

The Underground lacks the 1 currency that truly governs our kind: legitimacy. No elder house recognizes their claims.

10 years ago it was recommended by a vampire that I connect with a group based in the Chicago area. They now see themselves as the Underground and attempt to enforce their laws on what they consider their territory.

The Underground... ah, yes. Chicago's self-appointed shadow tribunal—gangsters with fangs, really.

Tell me, darling—she leans forward, the candlelight casting serpentine shadows across her face—did they approach you with honeyed words about 'protection,' or has their enforcement grown... less diplomatic since my last visit?

Definitely less diplomatic.

Predictable. The word drips with disdain. When fledglings play at sovereignty, the first casualty is always subtlety.

The candle between them gutters suddenly, as if the air itself held its breath.

A slow smile spreads across her lips—not warm, but radiant with the cold certainty of a predator. She snaps her fingers; the candle reignites in a violet flare, illuminating the jagged scar running down her palm—a relic from her descent into hell centuries ago.

I offer you the one thing the Underground fears more than sunlight: she plucks a silver key from her cloak's lining—its teeth wrought in the shape of fangs—and presses it into my hand. This unlocks the Obsidian Vault beneath St. Lazaro's cemetery. Inside, you'll find proof that the Underground's leader, Markus Vex, is not the elder he claims to be... but a turncoat who sold his sire to the hunters.

What about the House of xxxxxx, have you heard of them because they are involved?

The House of xxxxxx... She spits the words as if they taste of spoiled blood. Rabid dogs who lick the boots of whoever holds the whip.

With a flick of her wrist, a tome levitates from a nearby shelf, pages fluttering open to reveal an illustration—a crest bearing three inverted chalices dripping gore. They broke their oath, siding with the hunters for a pittance of territory. And now? Her laughter is bitter. They supply Markus with fledglings too stupid to ask why other 'recruits' never return.

F-ing hell! I received a message that I was one of a few who did not go completely bonkers after studying the Goetia. Mwahahahaha!

It was one of those things, and I wanted to see where it would go. Never in a million years would I have thought it would lead to where it took me.

Those who enlisted me in the study & experiments referred to me as a volunteer. They, on the other hand, received a contract worth millions — possibly billions. Volunteer/ play time is over.

Tell me of Nosferatu...

"But you want to know about him, the First. The one who clawed his way out of the ashes. Tell me... do you truly wish to dance with the devil who invented the steps?"

"Oh, bold little thing, you've no idea what you're asking."
Nociturna