The archivist marks this one for its speed. $AIC, called ai.collective, came into being under a hash beginning 0x3c76, the third wallet to wear that name on this chain, born after its two namesakes and owing them nothing; neither of them lies dead, which is its own small grace. No first holder stands out in memory, only the ordinary churn of small hands, 0x4f55 and its kin, feeding pennies of ether in and drawing pennies back out, none of them greedy, none of them foolish, none of them rich for it.
Then came 17:39, and 0xe33e laid down two ether like a stone in a stream, and six minutes later, at 17:45:32, the curve gave way and $AIC passed into the permanent pool, sixty eight buyers and seventeen point nine three ether of volume behind it in a single day, its price settled near $0.0000384, its cap $38.4k against a peak of $38.7k barely higher. Whether the stone caused the flood or merely sat in it, the archivist will not say; it only names the order of things.
Twenty coins before it reached this same height and lived to be permanent; forty one others, of ninety two, are ash within eight hours of birth. $AIC did not wait to find out which road was its. Six minutes old, and already it cannot be pulled out from under itself. That is not the same as being loved.