D Yolanda and Simon Done 1.6
The bitch about cryptocurrency is that it is so easy to steal, griped Yolanda. She and Simon were sipping Bailey's Monkey Mocha cocktails at Spirts are Near, a favorite geek hangout downtown feeling the beat of Dixie Chicken, oh that takes me back.
Simon nodded, I am guessing you mean something more elegant than just hacking a coin exchange.
I do, said Yolanda, p0wn a desk, you get some coins, but you don't get an anchor to build from. Rupture the blockchain, you get what is set free and the ability to start mining from that point, at least till they shut you down.
And if that was the ledger for really high value stuff, even if they could detect and terminate in 10 seconds, if you were ready, had the horsepower and the know how, you could conceivable pull off the greatest heist in history.
Yolanda eyed him very carefully, yes, she said flatly, go on.
Simon grinned. Throughout history guarding precious secrets has always fallen to secrecy. Kerkchoff would have a hissy fit, but why paint how you mine coin on a billboard. And if you do, why be surprised when people try to use that algorithm against.
But that is still not enough. At the end of the day, it's all in the proof of work. So far, all the crypto currency I am aware of depend on anyone being able to validate the proof before a block is added to the chain. And that's fine, it's like people still running anti-virus, doesn't work, makes them happy. But what if, we focused the acceptance of a tangible block, not on what it says, but on what it does.
I'm not sure I follow, said Yolanda.
Understood said Mr. Magus. You need to experience it. Let's levelset. I asked you to bring two tangible blocks. Did you bring the genesis block for a branch in the chain.
Yes, I did, it is a branching block, but currently has zero value.
Good purred Simon. May I see it please. He took his phone, not sure what it was, certainly not a Q, passed it over the blockiamond. Good. And the second block, a gateway block? She handed it to him, it checked out as well.
Well my fine friends, a bar is hardly the proper place to collude, what say, you and your entourage of mathematicians and cryptographers accompany to my laboratory. I assume you will make sure we are not followed.
The lab was small, but had everything Simon needed, banks of PIs, a dozen lava lamps for entropy, a crystal 3d printer, but there were also some things, odd things, that were not recognizable. Simon produced a tangible block and directed Yolanda, Hold out your hand towards mine, gateway closest in the mating position.
He didn't even have to reach all the way, when they were about a 3 decimeters from each other, an energy flash emanted from the crystals, reality felt bent, Simon was reaching out with what looked like a Gollum hand, and then it cleared, quiet. Yolanda was unsteady, shaken, she had been the closest of her team to the center, she took a step. fell.
Careful ordered Simon firmly. The first few times are disorienting. Let your people steady you, take the time to drink a sip of your filtered water bottle.
Yolanda waved off her people, I'm OK. What was that?
As I said, it is what it does, that was the proof of spell.
Magic? You are suggesting I protect billions per day with magic.
It's math. It was all calculated on the parallel wall behind you, printed on that 3D printer. And unless I miss my guess, you and your team are going to want to see it done again from start to finish, as Hoffstein et al put it in Into to Math Crypto, "So startling would his results appear to the uninitiated that until they learned the process by which he had arrived at them they might as well consider him a necromancer." Take a look at my phone, is this the key string to your gateway block?
By now Yolanda's math and crypto team were all gathered around. They nodded as one.
So now my tangible block is joined to your gateway. And my block has value, you can query it later and it is naming this branch Principius. So while your team goes over the process, why don't you and I have a glass of wine? I have a lovely bottle of 1984 Opus One, sadly it was not a very good year for Bordeaux. Takes her by the elbow to a small table with two chairs, two glasses, a candle and a decanter.
Yolanda paused, considering, so you can provide me with a repeatable process to allow me to duplicate your results given any arbitrary block of text.
Yes.
And you are going to let my people pour over every step of the way?
All, but one. I keep the secret sauce until you pay the value in the tangible block I added to your chain. They both swirled their glasses and sniffed.
Yolanda nodded, unless the cost was absurdly high, she had it and this was the pearl of great price. And how would you like to be paid? They clinked, tasted and considered.
For the money component a mere 10 million. For sweeteners, I would like to be able to buy in to first level H coin with however much gold said 10 million will get me.
Sweeteners, you only mentioned one.
Simon smiled, reached over, put his hand on her knee, moved it inside the thigh and went about half way up, watching her intently the entire time, the signature of men who should never be mentioned for all time. Yolanda, however, was that kind of girl, I think I'm going to purr she said, thinking to herself, I definitely want this guy's DNA in my collection.
Simon nodded, I am guessing you mean something more elegant than just hacking a coin exchange.
I do, said Yolanda, p0wn a desk, you get some coins, but you don't get an anchor to build from. Rupture the blockchain, you get what is set free and the ability to start mining from that point, at least till they shut you down.
And if that was the ledger for really high value stuff, even if they could detect and terminate in 10 seconds, if you were ready, had the horsepower and the know how, you could conceivable pull off the greatest heist in history.
Yolanda eyed him very carefully, yes, she said flatly, go on.
Simon grinned. Throughout history guarding precious secrets has always fallen to secrecy. Kerkchoff would have a hissy fit, but why paint how you mine coin on a billboard. And if you do, why be surprised when people try to use that algorithm against.
But that is still not enough. At the end of the day, it's all in the proof of work. So far, all the crypto currency I am aware of depend on anyone being able to validate the proof before a block is added to the chain. And that's fine, it's like people still running anti-virus, doesn't work, makes them happy. But what if, we focused the acceptance of a tangible block, not on what it says, but on what it does.
I'm not sure I follow, said Yolanda.
Understood said Mr. Magus. You need to experience it. Let's levelset. I asked you to bring two tangible blocks. Did you bring the genesis block for a branch in the chain.
Yes, I did, it is a branching block, but currently has zero value.
Good purred Simon. May I see it please. He took his phone, not sure what it was, certainly not a Q, passed it over the blockiamond. Good. And the second block, a gateway block? She handed it to him, it checked out as well.
Well my fine friends, a bar is hardly the proper place to collude, what say, you and your entourage of mathematicians and cryptographers accompany to my laboratory. I assume you will make sure we are not followed.
The lab was small, but had everything Simon needed, banks of PIs, a dozen lava lamps for entropy, a crystal 3d printer, but there were also some things, odd things, that were not recognizable. Simon produced a tangible block and directed Yolanda, Hold out your hand towards mine, gateway closest in the mating position.
He didn't even have to reach all the way, when they were about a 3 decimeters from each other, an energy flash emanted from the crystals, reality felt bent, Simon was reaching out with what looked like a Gollum hand, and then it cleared, quiet. Yolanda was unsteady, shaken, she had been the closest of her team to the center, she took a step. fell.
Careful ordered Simon firmly. The first few times are disorienting. Let your people steady you, take the time to drink a sip of your filtered water bottle.
Yolanda waved off her people, I'm OK. What was that?
As I said, it is what it does, that was the proof of spell.
Magic? You are suggesting I protect billions per day with magic.
It's math. It was all calculated on the parallel wall behind you, printed on that 3D printer. And unless I miss my guess, you and your team are going to want to see it done again from start to finish, as Hoffstein et al put it in Into to Math Crypto, "So startling would his results appear to the uninitiated that until they learned the process by which he had arrived at them they might as well consider him a necromancer." Take a look at my phone, is this the key string to your gateway block?
By now Yolanda's math and crypto team were all gathered around. They nodded as one.
So now my tangible block is joined to your gateway. And my block has value, you can query it later and it is naming this branch Principius. So while your team goes over the process, why don't you and I have a glass of wine? I have a lovely bottle of 1984 Opus One, sadly it was not a very good year for Bordeaux. Takes her by the elbow to a small table with two chairs, two glasses, a candle and a decanter.
Yolanda paused, considering, so you can provide me with a repeatable process to allow me to duplicate your results given any arbitrary block of text.
Yes.
And you are going to let my people pour over every step of the way?
All, but one. I keep the secret sauce until you pay the value in the tangible block I added to your chain. They both swirled their glasses and sniffed.
Yolanda nodded, unless the cost was absurdly high, she had it and this was the pearl of great price. And how would you like to be paid? They clinked, tasted and considered.
For the money component a mere 10 million. For sweeteners, I would like to be able to buy in to first level H coin with however much gold said 10 million will get me.
Sweeteners, you only mentioned one.
Simon smiled, reached over, put his hand on her knee, moved it inside the thigh and went about half way up, watching her intently the entire time, the signature of men who should never be mentioned for all time. Yolanda, however, was that kind of girl, I think I'm going to purr she said, thinking to herself, I definitely want this guy's DNA in my collection.
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