It was a cold, windy, winter. Johnny abruptly woke up to the piercing emulation of church bells just as the sun had began to peak over the mountains, slowly illuminating every object in the way as it creeped closer and closer to his eyes. THUD! The connection of his feet to the hardwood surface below could be heard from all the other cabin's neighboring Johnny's. With good reason to cause such a ruckus, text on his communication rectangle displayed "You need to fly back ASAP, the baby is coming". Of humble origins, Johnny travelled only with green paper notes that he saved up throughout the year from working in the scorching farms of Oklahoma. With such urgent news, Johnny would need to be home soon to make it for the emergence of new life. Unfortunately, he would need to convert his green paper notes to the currency of his cold, get away country. It would take far too many rotations of the big hand on the analog to convert the notes. Sadly, Johnny had to settle for a combination of pixels on his rectangular prison to make familiar his creation of life. In an alternate universe where every place accepts Bitcoin Cash, Johnny would have fucking drove to the airport, bought the next ticket back to Oklahoma and seen the birth of his new born child.