A Bitcoin's Confession — From Mining Rig to Junkyard, Back to Museum

Born in 2009
I am the 378,415th Bitcoin. Satoshi Nakamoto mined me with an old computer, then forgot about me. I lay in the shadow of the Genesis Block for a whole year, ignored by everyone.

First Transaction in 2010
A programmer traded ten thousand of my peers for two pizzas. I felt it wasn’t worth much. But that day, I finally realized I had a price — $0.004.

Dark Web Life in 2013
I was bought by a drug dealer and circulated on Silk Road. Every time I changed hands, I felt disgusting. But I am just a string of code, with no choice.

Bull Market Frenzy in 2017
I was bought by a Chinese auntie who believed I could rise to $100k. She stored me and my 49 brothers in a paper wallet, tucked inside a pillow. Then her son threw away the pillow.

Trash Yard Time from 2018 to 2024
I, along with a bunch of torn pillows and old clothes, was buried in a landfill in Shenzhen. Covered by six meters of dirt. I thought I was dead.

Miracle in 2025
The landfill was converted into a park. A scavenger used a metal detector and found that pillow — specifically, a USB drive inside the pillow core. He plugged the USB into a computer and found the paper wallet file. He spent three months cracking the password (the password was “123456”).

April 2026 — Present
I woke up in an account on Gate exchange. The new owner is an 18-year-old college student who posts every day in the square, calling me “Little Bitcoin.” He wrote a story about me titled “A Bitcoin’s Confession.” I laughed — he finally understands I am more than just a string of numbers; I have a 100,000-kilometer wandering history.

For April’s challenge, he said he wants to keep me until 2066. That year, he will be 58. He said by then, he will donate me to the Satoshi Nakamoto Museum.
I hope I can live until that day.

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