In the heart of New York City, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the ceaseless hum of life, lies the Metropolitan Correctional Center. A stark contrast to the glittering world outside, its cold, gray walls have witnessed countless tales of ambition, betrayal, and redemption.
Within these walls, Sam Bankman-Fried, the founder and CEO of the cryptocurrency exchange FTX, finds himself isolated from the world he once dominated. But outside, Martin Shkreli, the former pharmaceutical magnate, walks free.
Having navigated the treacherous waters of the justice system, Shkreli possesses a unique understanding of life on both sides of the bars. Their worlds collide when Shkreli, driven by curiosity and admiration, devises a covert way to communicate with Bankman-Fried.
Amid the darkness, an unlikely alliance forms, hinting at a future neither could have predicted.
Martin leaned back in his plush leather chair, sipping his espresso as he scrolled through the latest news on his state-of-the-art tablet. A headline caught his eye: “Bankman-Fried’s Prison Life: Limited to a Sad Old Laptop.” He clicked on the article, reading about how Sam, once a titan in the crypto world, was now confined to using a decade-old laptop with restricted internet access.
A pang of sympathy hit Martin. He remembered the frustration of being disconnected from the world, the feeling of powerlessness. “Damn,” he muttered to himself. “No one should be that cut-off, especially not Sam.”
He picked up his encrypted phone and dialed a number known to only a select few. “Hey, it’s Martin,” he began, “I read about Sam’s situation. The laptop thing… it’s just cruel.”
The voice on the other end chuckled, “Yeah, it’s rough. But what can you do?”
Martin paused, thinking. “There’s always a way. I want to help him. Maybe send him some books, or even better, find a way to get him a better device.”
The voice hesitated, “That’s risky, Martin. You know the rules.”
Martin smirked, “Since when have rules stopped either of us? Look, I’ve been where he is. I know the isolation, the desperation. If there’s a chance to make his life a bit more bearable, I want to take it.”
There was a long pause before the voice replied, “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. But remember, this is on you.”
Martin smiled, “It always is.”
Part Two Comes This Friday