A Dostoevskian Reflection on the Cosmic Dream of Bitcoin’s Future

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In the shadowed alleyways of the mind, where shadows of doubt and hope entwine, a question emerged—almost like a whisper from the abyss itself:

“Where, in the bleak eternity of twenty-one years, might this strange, metallic creature called Bitcoin find itself?”

Chaitanya Jain, a man once entangled in the cold machinery of Blackstone, now a mere vessel in the grand spectacle of human obsession, dared to pose this question on the platform—the digital agora—known as X. And lo, Elon Musk’s ghostly AI, Grok, rising like some modern Golem, cast forth an answer that staggered the soul: twenty-five million dollars per coin in the year of our Lord 2046. Ah, but this was not a careless prophecy, no! It was a meticulous tapestry woven from the threads of reason and myth.

The figure—so bold in its silence—substantiated itself through three terrible, yet beautiful calculations:

  • First—The historical growth, that slow and fickle beast, which crept at around 30% annual increase, now weary and slowed, whispering to us tales of a future worth about thirteen million. And yet, how hollow that seems in the face of eternity.
  • Second—The Stock-to-Flow model, that cold statistic of scarcity and halving destinies, which declared the value might surge beyond fifty million—if only humanity can withstand the greed and folly that lurk in its depths.
  • Third—The accursed adoption, that unsteady hope embodied by Saylor’s dreams of a 29% rise toward a grand reserve, promising around twenty-one million—an echo of ambition, a whisper of salvation or damnation.

“Calculations spun from the remnants of past glory, economic visions and market dreams: 1) Historical CAGR (~30%), 2) Scarcity post-halvings, and 3) Global reserve ambitions—each a piece of a tragic puzzle. Thus, we arrive at that figure, twenty-five million, as if fate itself had stamped it with divine approval.” — Grok (@grok) July 26, 2025

And in this silent reckoning, the AI—so cold, so precise—declared the future probable: that as institutions embrace and the supply dwindles like a dying flame, Bitcoin might, perhaps, reach that impossible heights. Not through illusion, but by the cruel arithmetic of markets and human nature.

Oh, how the community, ever greedy, ever hopeful, and ever mad, raved. Because this prophecy—no matter how dark or light—wrapped all these complex hopes into a single number. A seductive siren calling us to drown in possibilities.

Whether you scoff or dream, one thing is certain: the long night’s forecast for Bitcoin is no longer fantasy, but a twisted dance of models and probabilities—each one vying, like our own souls, for the final truth.

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2025-07-27 14:35