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The year is 2012, and you are doomed to be an oracle, heckled by the present, vindicated by a future nobody else can see. See, youâre trying to compete for attention with your roommateâs bong to explain that youâve glimpsed the future, and it is a gilded, wondrous Beacon of Truth, a technology with the very power to deify the Everymanâyou disconcertingly notice your roommate eying the bongâknown as âBitcoin.â