Sir Trevor Jones had followed that white stag since dawn, but his luck wasn’t on his side. Then he saw a strange orb hovering over the lake, bleeding pink light into the water. “It did not fall from the sky. Then from where?” he whispered... The orb answered; “From tomorrow!” Then… he stepped back and whispered, “I have never seen something like you before.” “No,” the orb replied. “But your bloodline will.” The lake turned pink beneath its light. “They will love me, worship me, trade through me, and call me many names.” Sir Trevor Jones tightened his grip on the reins. “What name will survive?” The orb pulsed once. “Blockchain.” And somewhere in the dark water, the first block was born.