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it's been a long time. It's Satoshi Nakamoto. For you, it might just have been a few years ago. Right now, it's AD 2000, June 13th. Meaning it's about 18 years before you'll read this.

I failed.
I failed.I failed.I failed.
I failed.I failed.I failed.I failed.I failed.
I failed.
I failed.I failed.I failed.
I failed.I failed.

I failed.I failed.I failed.I failed.

I failed.

Right now, it's AD 2000, . It's about 9 years and 18 months before you'll read this.

I failed.

I remembered I was me just a year ago. The day the Great King of Terror came from the sky. Stupid stupid what's the Great King of Terror he should have come down from the sky.

For these 18 years, I had lost my memories. All I could remember was my name.

The day the Great King of Terror was said to come down but didn't. The Great King of Terror's nowhere to be found, but I want to die.

The imperfectly repaired time machine malfunctioned and when I leapt to 1975, I couldn't remember anything. When I remembered it, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to do and I got institutionalized.

Now I'm living alone, but that's as the brand new person, Sato Mirai, living an ordinary life. Last year I remembered my mission as Satoshi Nakamoto that I had completely forgotten.

For some reason, the time travel went badly Bogdanoff's repair was incomplete but it's not his fault it's my fault.

I should've leapt directly to 1975 I shouldn't have stopped over at 1999 I shouldn't have been so selfish now the future won't change.

I couldn't get the papers for Bitcoin 2.0, AKA lightning network. The code that would allow bitcoin transactions to be private, instant, decentralised and completely untraceable.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I forgot my mission, and just lived carefree.

This life was meaningless.

Meaningless. Meaningless. Meaningless. It's bad that I remembered. It's good that I remembered. It's good that I could apologize to you. ForgivemeForgivemeForgivemeForgivemeForgivemeForgiveme.