
Meanwhile, sages and soothsayers paint Bitcoin’s future in fabulous, garish colors: Max Keiser, a chap with no small reputation for upending teacups, prophesies $200K by year’s end, while Musk—Elon of House Rocket—declares fiat “hopeless,” which, coming from a man who builds flamethrowers, counts as measured optimism. In this choir of high drama and higher forecasts, $HYPER slinks in like a clever fox, offering to turbocharge Satoshi’s ancient blockchain for the price of a glass of kvass. If that isn’t an invitation to bet your neighbor’s horse, what is?