Fondos de Monero Ocultos en una Obra de Arte

Creador de obras digitales referentes a la criptomoneda anónima Monero, su última publicación contiene una cantidad desconocida de XMR ocultos en la obra, disponibles para quien sea capaz de reclamarlos al encontrar la clave privada. El autor sugiere que posiblemente la llave privada alojada en el rompecabezas es la del monedero que el desarrollador Riccardo Spagni perdió accidentalmente en un bote durante 2017.

The Monera dejó un link de Reddit con un poema firmado por midipoet en el que asegura se encuentran “sólidas pistas” para descifrar la ubicación de las claves privadas. Las claves privadas son un código alfa-número único que permiten transferir las criptomonedas; en este caso, XMR.

• Las pistas para descifrar la ubicación de los fondos en XMR se encuentran en un poema.
• Esta obra conjuga múltiples referencias de la cultura popular de Internet, la cultura pop y entre otros, el ecosistema generado alrededor de Monero.
• Destaca la aparición del antihéroe Deadpool y el personaje de DC Comics, el Hombre Invisible, junto a varios Stormtroopers de Star Wars.

So, here we are – an as yet unsolved Monero DefCon crypto puzzle. I didn’t think it would take you all this long. Mere mortals is all you are.
The strident masterpiece adorned our hall, painstakingly pieced together by our own true treasure Monerart. Piece by piece, clue by clue; sweat and tears and time.
It sat there pensive and pervasive, pretty, yet persuasive – as all treasures do; undisturbed at the entrance to our village fount. Yet “still”, i hear you cry, the voices sound so pained; nobody has managed to get but half the way. What fools.
Perhaps Sarang was right. His conclusion all the truer, as you continue to but flounder:

“nobody will get that”
I have but hope, even if you are mere mortals. For let there be one but worthy of the name. Remember: time is the teller.
Thirty days and anon have passed, and i sit here still but waiting. Baiting like the lion at the gate; not a stir in my doorway, not a sound at the my mid way; not a soul has caught the bait of those two-fish.
Perhaps the clues are hidden; your powers still but skewed. Or maybe your knowledged modes are still not all that they should be.
Shame on your supposed silk.
“A hint, a hint”, i hear you cry; a gentle persuasive nod to set you on your way.
Remember the clues, find the order, and come calling when the modes are set in front.
Follow the path, remember the brackets, and remember we are all but true.

midipoet

Autores: Ingmar Frey y Raymundo Cámara Sánchez.
Patrocinado por: Consultores EMKT SA de CV