Somewhere a machine is guessing.

Right now, without stopping, and without being told what to look for.

Almost every guess is wrong.

Billions of them, thrown away. That is not a flaw in the design — it is the design.

This one wasn't.

A number small enough, found by nobody in particular, and worth ten MBITE to whoever's machine found it.

Nobody was given one.

The supply began at nothing. Every unit of it since has arrived exactly this way, in public, one block at a time.

Go and find one.

MBITE is on no exchange and has no price. Nobody can sell you one, and anyone offering to is lying. Mining costs electricity, and it may never be worth anything.