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people, the risk was worth the reward. But after overcoming that obstacle, he couldn’t quite come to<br />
terms with the reality that he had to constantly lie to those around him.<br />
His few employees had helped pull him out of this depression, reiterating to their leader how<br />
proud they were to be a part of something so grand and revolutionary. Sure, they were being paid,<br />
with most making a few hundred dollars a week for their programming services, but it wasn’t just<br />
about the money; they were grateful to be involved.<br />
One employee told Ross he had walked away from his other jobs and responsibilities in life “to<br />
pursue all of this.” The prospect of legalizing drugs and ensuring that future generations would not<br />
spend their lives in prisons for selling, or even doing, drugs was more important than anything else,<br />
the employee said. Another proclaimed proudly: “We really can change the world. . . . We are really<br />
lucky. . . . This opportunity is on the scale of a few times in a millennia.”<br />
The tide had turned so much, and with so many prospects for the Silk Road, Ross had decided to<br />
start writing a diary. In one of his first journal entries, realizing the profundity of his vision, he wrote,<br />
“I imagine that some day I may have a story written about my life, and it would be good to have a<br />
detailed account of it.” There were plenty of reminders to illustrate his rising importance. From a<br />
financial standpoint the site was so successful and was processing so many orders that he had now<br />
become a millionaire. Though being frugal Ross, he didn’t buy anything showy with the money,<br />
beyond a few nice meals. All of his possessions still fit snugly in a small bag.<br />
But while the Silk Road side of his life was perfect, he still was troubled that he had to lie to<br />
people. When his family and friends asked what he was doing for work, Ross told a different story to<br />
each of them. “I’m a day trader.” “I’m working on a video game.” “I buy and sell digital currencies.”<br />
Each time he told one of those stories, Ross was filled with guilt. He had always been obsessed with<br />
being “true to his word,” as he put it, and this constant deceit gnawed at his conscience.<br />
It wasn’t like he could go to the Silk Road and be honest there, either. He had no choice but to lie<br />
to everyone there too—for obvious reasons. Though on several occasions he had slipped, sometimes<br />
by accident, more often because he needed to tell someone something. Ross had told Variety Jones<br />
one recent afternoon that he used to be an “experimental physicist.” He had blundered with Smedley,<br />
his new chief programmer, and told him about his travels through Australia and Asia. He had told his<br />
other employee, Inigo, about camping trips he used to take with his father, Kirk. On more than one<br />
occasion he had talked about how much he loved fishing.<br />
Now Ross had a better system for separating fact from fiction. By becoming the Dread Pirate<br />
Roberts, he could wear a mask that made him into two different people. In the real world he would be<br />
Ross Ulbricht; online he would be the Dread Pirate Roberts.<br />
“Yes, cap’n!”<br />
As Ross, he could still talk about his ideals about legalizing drugs, libertarianism, and his work<br />
with Bitcoin, all without going anywhere near the Silk Road in his mind and, more important, never<br />
feeling like he was fibbing to those he loved. And once the Dread Pirate Roberts mask was slipped<br />
on, a different person could steer the ship into uncharted and potentially unethical waters. DPR could<br />
cross lines that Ross would never have come up against, all of which he had to negotiate to take the<br />
site to the next level.<br />
“O captain, my captain.”<br />
As the Dread Pirate Roberts, Ross didn’t have to constantly lie anymore. Except to himself.