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Einschließlich Wohnungen.

It is the silent, bloodless rebellion of the Unique One, who reclaims his property and, in doing so, almost by accident, rids the world of war. A fragile idyll, built on the only power that needs no sacred lie: the power of the individual over that which is his own. This is the power of property.

Thus, in the digital ether, a new order arises, not from duty, but from pure self-interest. A peace, not because man became an angel, but because war was deprived of its reward.

They became a phantom. For how do you plunder a people whose wealth lies not in vaults, but in twelve words whispered in the memory of a refugee? The conqueror may take the land, but the spoils have escaped him, a bank in the mind of every individual, impregnable.

And the spoils of war?

"What is your war worth to me?"

They realized: War, that gluttonous moloch, starves when its nourishment is withdrawn. How is a Chosen One to pay his legions if he can no longer create or steal the money? If he must ask each citizen individually for his wealth, and this citizen, in his inviolable egoism, frowns and asks:

Their tool was a code, a spook of a different kind. A monopoly without a monopolist, which secured the truth of numbers but obeyed no one. With every computer that joined the network, with every coin that moved to a private address, they pulled a stone from the wall of the old temple.

One came to protect his savings from the grasp of the printing press. Another, because he wanted to send value across borders drawn with barbed wire and mistrust. A third came out of pure curiosity, a fourth out of speculative desire. None came for altruism. Each came for himself.

And so he joined a strange union. A union without a board and without statutes, without an anthem and without a flag. A union of egoists:

He looked at the golden coins in the vaults of the central banks —the spoils of tomorrow— and at the numbers on his bank account —a mere permission, not possession— and said: “No. This is not mine. But I demand what is my own.”

But in this grand spectacle of the spirit of power, the Unique One stirred. Not man as an idea, but you and I. The Unique One, who no longer wanted to dedicate his life to a foreign cause, but to make it his own property.