THE QUANTUM INTELLIGENCER

ZUG, 2 DECEMBER — The frontier grows uneasy. Night winds off the lake carry rumor of quantum guns massing beyond tomorrow’s ridge. Buterin himself rode the telegraph lines this morning, dispatch stamped urgent: “Fortress cryptography may fall sooner than reckoned.” In lamplight along the Ethereum parapets I watched wallet pickets tremble—private keys once thought ironclad now flicker like frost-bitten sentries. Engineers haul fresh stone: lattice locks, hash armor, staged migrations. Each ledger brick must be swapped before the enemy’s first shot, else millions vanish in a dawn barrage. No siege guns yet sighted, but dust clouds rise above research camps. Delay today equals rout tomorrow. If the redoubts are not refitted by the time quantum batteries unlimber, the entire crypto basin could be turned before winter lifts. —SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT —Inspector Grey Dispatch from Migration Phase E2