Author: David C. Nutt
I took a swig straight out of the bottle of the rare, vintage wine- didn’t even let the damn thing breathe. It cost me only $8,420.00 USD, on sale from $10,000.00. As a relatively new multi-billionaire I didn’t even feel the cost. The wine sucked. Tasted like grape flavored caustic lye.
By no coincidence at all, the “discount” equals exactly the number of meteors (minus six zeros) scheduled to hit the earth. None larger than a soft ball but clustered in such a way the earth, the entire earth, will be hit for about two years straight with this galactic buck shot. Imagine being hit with rock salt fired out of a 20 gauge shot gun. Not lethal, just stinging, annoying, and painful. Now, stand and take the shot gun blast of rock salt for an entire week, turning slowly around to get even coverage.
Get the picture?
So what’s that got to do with me?
Well, when I was 19 I took all my college money and invested in the first asteroid mining start up. They said we were naïve and crazy- suckers. We became the butt of jokes for 8 years. Until our ships came in. My cut? A modest $800 billion.
Our little group of investors disrupted the world economy all by ourselves. I bought multiple properties, all over the world. I became a Count of Montecristo-like figure, without the revenge schtick. Actually, more like a kinder, gentler, less evil Bond villain. You know, like Bezos or Musk.
Then the bad news hit. Our mining expedition was like a cue ball shot into a rack of long stationary billiard balls. Change the specific gravity of one by mining it, its orbit alters, hits another which causes more collisions and changes in orbits, and so on, and so on. Yup, a master class in unintended consequences and the horrors of third and fourth order effects. About 8,420 million effects roughly speaking.
And now? All my major properties have become redoubts- apocalypse fortresses. On average, I have about three Walmart’s worth of stuff at each. Several devoted to housing the machinery needed for rebuilding the world. I even gave a couple of billion to the dudes who save seeds and animal DNA to harden their facilities or build new ones. My employees and their families? Taken care of and sheltered on site. Not in little hovels either.
When the hard rain stops, and we poke our heads out, me and all of us who invested will be fine. So will the governments who accepted our help. Oh, and before you go there, fuck the Bilderberg folk, the oil sheiks and the like, we already took them out of the equation…permanently. Can’t have them messing up our group saving the world for everyone and anyone, hmm? Well, everyone and anyone who’ll work with us.
See, our folk figure that we’ll only lose a little over half the world population. Mother earth will take a beating, but nothing she can’t come back from on her own, faster if we help, which we’ll be in a position to do. Plus, with all that asteroid/meteor iron ore, gold, titanium, lithium, not to mention rare earth materials, peppered all over the globe, it’s easier to mine than it ever has been, with our group the only ones in position to actually make it happen. Not bad for a kid who spent all his college money on a crazy start up, huh?
Yup, we’ll remake the world…kinder and gentler with more to go around. Well, at least for us and ours.