What is Ethereum? Is it a CIA OP? Is it a blog? Is Vitalik Buterin the most profitable blogger of all time? Is Joe Lubin a CIA plant? Why is Vitalik’s entire family in the crypto industry and why was he trained in mathematics from such a young age? How did his parents - poor students living in college dorm in post USSR collapse Russia - afford a computer for him, a luxury at the time? Is VItalik Buterin a victim of grooming and child exploitation? Are you still a victim if you become a famous billionaire as a result? Why was Ethereum’s latest upgrade a security downgrade? Who controls Ethereum?

Manhattan, 2011: Within the luxurious confines of Jeffrey Epstein's NYC townhouse, the largest private residence in Manhattan, an opulent breakfast unfolds in the formal dining room. The room is bathed in radiant sunlight as the curtains are drawn wide, allowing the golden rays to illuminate the space and accentuate its splendor. The table, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, awaits the indulgent feast that is about to commence. At the center of the table sits a French press, exuding the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Beside it, a selection of Le Marriage Frères teas, carefully chosen for their exceptional quality, offer an alternative for those who desire a different morning beverage. Accompanying these hot beverages are dishes of butter, jam, and cream, all meticulously sourced from France to provide an exquisite taste experience. A magnificent three-tiered tray takes center stage, lavishly filled with an array of delectable pastries, perfectly toasted bread, and an artfully arranged assortment of cheeses and thinly sliced lunch meats. Delicate croissants, flaky pain au chocolat, and intricately designed fruit tarts and cream pies beckon one to partake in their mouthwatering splendor.

Dubai 2033: Dubai had descended into a vortex of debauchery, its once glamorous facade tarnished by the darkest depths of excess. The air hung heavy with the pungent scent of decadence - the scents of sweat, sperm, designer perfume and human feces mingling with the desert's warm embrace. The city, once revered as a modern-day oasis, had become a hotbed of moral decay, where the innocent days of yore were but a fading memory.

2001 New York City: The pulsating energy of the art and fashion world thrived in the bustling streets of early aughts New York City. Tall, slender models paraded across designer runways, their presence commanding attention with every step. Amidst the still smoldering ruins of the twin towers, they were fixtures in the hottest Manhattan and Williamsburg nightclubs and the center of Downtown NYC culture amidst the artists, musicians and jeunesse dorée of that era. Young beautiful women from all over the world flocked to NYC to make it in the fashion world. On the fringes of this scene was a young and hopeful model, her dreams of fame and fortune woven into the very fabric of her being. Her name was Isabella.