This time the dumbass sent Diego the public key or the wallet address. Diego smiled. He used the term dumbass in endearment. What silly goose would send their private key to a stranger over email?

He made sure it was still the same dumbass. He could tell it was, because the...

What is that? Who are you?

You don't know me. But I picked you. I picked a lot of people actually. But you're the first to respond. So if I can trust you, then I'll give you everything I have. Sorry that sounds weird. I have 576 million dollars worth of ...

"Hello?"

"Will?"

"Oh hi mom."

"Why do you sound so--" she stopped. "-- are you coming home?"

"Yeah--"

"I mean you don't need to of course. You're an adult. But we were wondering. We'll keep the lights on if you are planning to."

"I'll be home soon."

Will shut the phone off and stared at it. Waiting...

Derick was thinking about  coffee . He had already drunk three. In the past drinking three, four cups made him excited. Information allured him. Replying to email s felt like a  video game . He could be doing the most boring thing, and it'd enthrall him.

The other day his barista...

When I saw that I was still logged in, I felt a bit warm. I know it was programmed to remember be, but it still felt like being welcomed into an old haunt. I also felt warm to the fact that nothing had changed. The layout was still the old...

Entering the hackathon was exciting in itself. Andrew Cook sat toggling between two browser tabs. One his email where he re-read the welcome email . The other the event website . An hour passed with him toggling these two tabs. He was seated at a table in his favorite cafe...

Thoughts of another drink swarmed the young man who sat at the table near the window at a cafe off Baker Ave. Usually the slim, hoodied figure got more coffees than his brain and nerves needed because he was procrastinating on some pending school deadline.

But this time around there was...

In effort to promote more deep work , I've started making my phone harder to use, and in a sense make it dumber. I recently stumbled across some actual products offering dumb or simple phones, but just setting up my phone to make it harder to get it seems good...

The third floor. Of a non-descript building.

The windows made of reflective glass. When the world dares peer inside, it sees only itself.

The glass is  bulletproof as well. After  location , this attribute was the primary concern of  The Wolf .

From the beginning, The Wolf accepted  assassination as a...

He already felt it. He didn't want it to be true, but it still excited him. He couldn't focus on his work. He couldn't focus because he felt it was true.

After the mysterious lady left he had tried buckling down on his laptop and get back to answering emails and...

The  deadline for the paper was  Friday two weeks ago.

This was the longest time I had gone past a deadline... initially I didn't even know it was possible. I remember Thursday night.... sitting in the library so late. Just when it was neither night or early morning. That's when they...

They offered a deal she couldn't refuse. And this was precisely why she died so unhappy.

But you couldn't blame her... seeing as it was indeed an offer impossible to refuse. So in fact her fate was sealed... the moment the offer was given.

I remember not knowing what to say...

The email arrived as a surprise.

For the sender had been dead for a year now.

Had they been dead for much longer, it wouldn't have invoked the same fear. He couldn't explain why this was.

But the fact that his friend had only been dead one year... not even that... made him...

IV This would be a boring story if it were just of me running a software consultancy and hanging out with my startup founder friend for  coffee here and there. That is not what this story is about. Today I'm no longer involved with that old devshop. My partner and...

After the  accident (https://adagia.org/content/4005) my paramedic night shift continued to be hellish and without much sleep. A few minutes after we finished cleaning the car I moved into one of the sleeping rooms and sent out a few  email s (https://adagia.org/content/3999) and wrote the linked article.

It wasn't long until we...

The email from  Jean Gras asking if I'd be down for a coffee was the first time I'd heard from her since college .

Back then we got coffee a lot. I think whenever she asked, except for one occasion I said yes. That one time I had wanted to say...

email is a great method of communication. You send off your message and you kind of forget about it. No waiting around to see if the other person checks it and replies right away. You just go about your day.

At least that's how I use it. Maybe you do sit...

I had a friend difficult to reach. No social media. A phone he never answered.

I didn't know his real name so I couldn't look up his address. My sole string to him was email .

Wouldn't go as far as to say he liked email, but he used it. Never remember...