Hahahahaha how is this not satire.
Ignoring all the privacy implications, notice that the entire pleasantness of this setting is utterly dependent on the idea that the bitcoiner has infinite resources and so can do whatever he wants with it. What if Crowley is poor? Well if he ran his shower too hot in the morning, he doesn’t get to eat in the evening. He’s downbid on the reputation markets so everyone distrusts him. And then in the morning, his alarm clock doesn’t wake him up.
That’s the Bitcoin endgame. Robots stuffing pizza in the faces of the well to do, utter misery for everyone else. Too bad it won’t happen.
