$0XA3A8

It came without a name, as most of them do, only the long grey string of its address, 0xA3a8, stamped to it like a birth record nobody bothered to read. No one called it anything. It arrived, traded, and that was the whole of its introduction to the chain. Brisa was there early, 0.90 ETH in; whether she knew what she was standing near, the archivist cannot say, only that she left with 0.87 ETH, a small mercy. Eirik took out 0.40 ETH having put in nothing recorded; others, 0xd657 and 0x2abd, drew out their shares from a well they never filled. Forty six buyers came in the day it had. Then, in one five minute reading, it lost forty five percent of itself, the spine of a sixty nine percent fall from the top of its little window. It had peaked near thirty six thousand dollars of make believe value; it died at eleven thousand, with a hundredth of an ether left to its name, six point six hours old. Of forty five coins that reached this size before it, thirty five are dead, seventy eight of every hundred, and the dead ones go at eight hours, median. This one did not even earn the median. The archivist notes only that it fell fast, and that some hands were faster still leaving it.