Lexa hops onto her laptop and opens Pesterchum; her wallpaper is visible, along with icons carrying inscrutable gibberish titles. She opens up a window with the user greenGangsters, who resides in her troll slum.
You have no idea what BITCOIN is, since the abstract narrative medium which you inhabit is a bit wishy-washy on which anachronisms are acceptable, but talking to some friends sounds like a nice distraction from the, well, everything. It's a shame most of them are asleep. Stupid time zones.