“Give me liberty, or give me death!” Ben James stated, poking the air with his fork to highlight. I smiled back at my hubby as he delighted in the steak I’d grilled in the yard. He was informing me about the 2nd Citadel he wished to produce, this one connected with us, run like ours, however on Mars. We had adequate wealth and weapons from his daddy’s early Bitcoin purchases to produce numerous cities if we wished to. And Ben James wished to.
I examined at our child, Marla, dutifully whipping up sandwiches for her siblings before they got back; she was lovely, the sun shining behind her long hair as a breeze blew through our cooking area windows and carefully rustled her sundress in the hot summertime air, her apron highlighting her slim waist. We made eye contact, deep understanding and understanding passing in between us. My youngest child, 6 years of age Eloise, sat at the table doing her reading lesson.
In Ben James’ castle, every kid was home schooled. Some people mamas complied to lighten the load, teaching another’s kids for a year or more, then changing it up.
“They say Mars is like the Old West,” Marla stated. I turned away, understanding before either spoke another word how this discussion would go. “Survival is so difficult that women must be willing to act like men, to do everything men do, whether because there’s so much to do or because the men die.”
Ben James set down his fork, eyebrow raised as he examined her. “Perhaps those boys just haven’t figured out how to be masculine yet,” he stated. “That behavior would not be tolerated in my citadel on Mars any more than it is here. No woman of mine will ever work for another man. I won’t have whores in my family, or in my Citadels.”
Marla got a sly search her face. “So what does that make the men working for other men?” she quipped slyly. “Didn’t you used to work for—“
Ben James’ chair made a painful screech on the floor as he exploded to his feet. My husband and my teenage daughter stared each other down, and I wanted to grab her arm, pull her back, tell her to stop being a rebellious and impulsive child. In a Citadel, the word of the Sovereign was law. And he could exile you, or worse, on a whim.
“You’re a young, chaotic woman,” he stated silently. “You cannot understand how the worlds work. You have everything you need. As a family, we are free from the tyrannies of the State. And you are lucky enough to be where you belong. Women are most happy in the home, cooking, working with children. I will hear no more of this foolishness.”
“Yes, yes, Bitcoin gives Freedom,” Marla smiled. “Without freedom, better death.” In a method just a teen could, she smiled deviously at him, mouth pursed, and returned to significantly completing the sandwiches. “I do so love spreading mayonnaise on slices of bread while my brothers are out shopping for rockets to a far away planet.”
“GET OUT!” Ben James yelled.
“Gladly.”
Marla left, smugly dropping the knife on the incomplete sandwiches.
I sighed, taking a look at him affectionately. “She’ll learn,” I stated.
“Jeremy was here yesterday,” he stated.
“Oh?” I asked, my heart beginning to speed.
“He would like to marry her.”
I brightened my eyes with enjoyment. “He would bring her into line.”
Finally! I had actually been preparing for this for several years.
“Indeed. A few more years and his Bitcoin holdings will be enough for a small Citadel of his own. No city, but certainly a small town or large ranch, housing a dozen other families. He would run it extremely well.”
My 4 boys all faced the home at the very same time; 7 years of age Jared, 13 years of age Bo, and the 17 years of age twins, Jackson and Luke.
Ben James smiled broadly and kicked back down at his steak. “Finish their sandwiches,” he informed me.
I chuckled good-naturedly and turned with a smile to the counter, and got to work completing their food.
Ben James had approval in his voice. “That, boys, is a good woman! Never ask a woman to make you anything for dinner; you must tell her. If she says no, walk away. If she complains about how you ordered her, find another woman. A fundamental test of a woman’s quality.”
I handed my boys their meals, and asked Luke how the day had actually gone.
He smiled at me. “A bunch of stuff you wouldn’t understand,” he informed me adoringly.
I thought of my days before the war broke out, before society had actually broken down into anarchy, when I had actually remained in school discovering how to develop the extremely rockets he was most likely taking a look at acquiring. He had no concept how they ran.
But Ben James constantly stated making rockets would never ever meet me. It remained in the home that my joy was. I smiled at my 4 kids and Eloise, at my hubby. Those days, filled with interest and analytical, lagged me. The riches of my father-in-law made it possible for me to be really pleased here, in this home, without the dopamine hurries of intellectual and engineering issues resolved every day.
I believed I had actually wed Ben James out of love. But he had actually discussed quickly later that females wed hypergamously, to make it through, considering that the dawn of time. Women were not made to enjoy guys, just to appreciate them. It was his task to enjoy me, to offer and secure, the method I did the kids. He had actually taught me a lot, and his enthusiasm for self-sovereignty had actually contaminated me.
My eyes rested on the quote framed in the living-room. “I don’t believe we shall ever have a good money again before we take the thing out of the hands of government, that is, we can’t take it violently out of the hands of government, all we can do is by some sly roundabout way introduce something that they can’t stop.”
Bitcoin. The tool that had equalized the power dynamics between the powerful and the ruled. The means of freedom for millions of people. The great uplifter.
I smiled.
When Ben James sat Marla down the next day and told her she was to marry Jeremy, I was impressed at her stillness. She did not flinch, did not even glance in my direction. She stared blankly at the floor for several seconds. After a moment she got a small smile on her face and looked Ben James directly in the eyes. “Father.” She blinked. “You’ve always taught me so much.”
He looked surprised. “And?”
She shrugged. “That’s all. I want you to know that despite everything, I’ve taken it to heart.”
He took a look at me, bemused. But then informed her, “You’re to be married in two months, once all the wedding details are arranged. You and your mother will work it out.”
Marla lastly took a look at me. There was a brand-new severity on her face I had actually never ever seen before. But I comprehended; she was all set.
I’d been getting ready for this big day for several years and the pieces fell quickly into location; leasing the chapel a mile far from home, acquiring and leaving clothes for her honeymoon, moving the cash her daddy had actually conserved as a dowry to brand-new UTXOs, all set to sign up with funds with her hubby. My child was thriving, abundant enough to own her own land, a good deal of it.
My hubby saw the charge to the airline company later on in the day. “I see you got her honeymoon tickets. A little pricey.”
I grimaced. “I wanted them to fly private.”
“It’s ok, I should’ve done it. I know women don’t really like finances. It’s not your fault they overcharged you.”
I shrugged, keeping in mind the very first time he had actually struck me; I’d invested cash on an aircraft ticket, preparing a journey to visit my good friends. He had actually made it clear that females taking a trip alone for enjoyable constantly caused affairs and wicked, specifically when opting for their female good friends. Later he had actually discussed that wishing to visit my mom was similarly taboo. I understood that after weding Jeremy, Marla would not be pertaining to check out any longer. She would stay at home with her kids even if Jeremy gone to Ben James.
Two months later on, whatever was all set. “We’ll meet you at the church,” I informed Ben James. My eyes arrived at the framed quote once again. “Some sly roundabout way.”
The kids headed to the bachelor celebration while Marla, Jared, and Eloise stacked into the automobile while I put Marla’s honeymoon travel suitcase in the trunk. We were to satisfy at the chapel that night for the wedding event. Marla and I smiled at each other as Ben James and my older boys repelled.
We entered into the automobile. Two hours later on we reached our location. I got her travel suitcase, which held clothing for myself, Marla, and the 2 kids. In my head and Marla’s also were the very same twelve words. We rushed to the personal plane awaiting us, and the pilot advance himself to satisfy us and confirm our 4 reduced tickets, before accompanying us into the interior. We were in the air 10 minutes later on.
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We’d been residing in Rockson Citadel for 6 years. It had actually taken a whole 2 years for Ben James to discover us. He rapidly recognized that we had actually left to a little country that was much more thriving than he was. There was absolutely nothing he might do to get us back. I had actually my own Bitcoin that he had never ever understood anything about, enough to run away, to work with security, and he might not reach us—I no longer feared for our lives.
Soon I was participating in the success of Rockson, no longer in a Citadel with the mental capacity of just 50% of it’s population, just able to buy rundown rockets, however in Rockson, a society that constructed brand-new ones and developed development. I included my pressing interest and delight of discovery, my brain power, to everybody else’s, adding to society and the rocket market. My numerous female coworkers dealt with the guys, and our combined brain power had us light years ahead of small backwards Citadels like Ben James’. Our weapons alone might clean his city off the world before he’d have time to point that mad finger of his in judgment.
My child wed Jason. They had twins, and were anticipating their 3rd of ideally numerous kids. He continued to work as an engineer in the oil market, and Marla had a remote task in the house, tutoring college student in physics while staying at home full-time with the young children. She had actually made her bachelor’s degree with his assistance, and throughout her University research studies he had actually stayed at home to view the kids. She was now taking online courses for her academic degree. They also had a growing art work following, painting each early morning and offering the pieces at a significant rate, the shared enthusiasm that had actually brought them together in the start. Every night the 4 of them consumed supper together, and at any time I wished to come by with Jared and Eloise, we were invited with open arms.
By the time I remarried, Ben James was a remote punchline of jokes.
My hubby, Henry, would state, “I can’t believe he knew that Bitcoin would give power and freedom to men to vote with their feet, but couldn’t foresee it would give women the same power with men.”
Marla would include, “He actually thought we’d all go back to nothing but traditional roles for women, stuck at home, being told by him what we like, what we want.”
I’d laugh, Henry’s arm covered gladly around me. “Our freedom means men have to be better to be chosen by us—we have the means to flee, to thrive, to have the power to pick who is best for us, to be a voice at the table.” Cheekily, I included, “Men must put in more proof of work.”
Henry hugged me tighter. “We are better men due to the motivation. Sounds like a net positive to society to me.”
Marla smiled happily. “Give me liberty, or give me death.”
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