We had made some good money.
Big Tit Inc was worth a billion dollars.
Why wasn't there a live webcam on the moon?
'Because we haven't put one up yet,' said Max who was on the horn to the President.
Max kept on nodding.
Five minutes later, he put the phone down.
'He's very happy, very happy, says if you can get something done in the next 48 hours, you have access to Jeoff Bozo's Big Glenn. In exchange, the President says he won't hound the tax evader until he gets reelected next year.'
Too much information. But it's always interesting to see how power works.
Jack suggested we use one solar panel that will generate one kilowatt of energy.
The Germans had already designed a panel that could withstand the harsh weather conditions of the moon and they said they could kick in the energy to five kilowatts a panel, enough to power a family household.
I suggested we have a rover, that can roam up to ten kilometers a day, searching for interesting terrain, while making the live feeds interesting for geologists.
Max said that NASA already had a prefabbed rocket the size of a satellite that once ejected from the Big Glenn, could slingshot off the Earth's gravity and gingerly make it's way to the moon in a few days.
Powered by nuclear fusion, this was going to be a cinch. On board the rocket was also a buggy, ripped off and scaled-down on the Curiosity Rover used on Mars.
'Well if we can achieve this in a space of a few phone calls, then why the fuck isn't Elon Musk on the moon mining moon dust?'
He wasn't obviously a big fan of NASA or the President, I guessed, otherwise he'd have that Tesla car on it's way to Mars doing donuts on the moon.
'There is no Tesla car in space,' said Max, who was an authority of the story behind the story. I swear to god, he was on the FBI payroll.
'You mean he bullshitted us?' I asked.
'He wanted to sell more Tesla shares.'
Made perfect sense. It seemed Musk would be a fading byline soon.
Imagine waking up and turning on your moon feed and discovering nooks and crannies over a coffee and a croissant.
'People will pay for it,' said Max, the brains behind this venture, 'fifty bucks a month, they can even drive the buggy for a one-off payment of one million dollars.'
NASA loved our pitch. They wanted us in. They said they had another surprise up their sleeve, but wanted us at Kennedy Space Center so they could unveil their proposal.
I was only guessing, but I think they wanted us physically to go to the moon.
We'd be the poster boys of the Moon Age.
I guess they had seen the live feed from Pattaya, and they requested Megan and Rebecca to buckle up to Houston too.
'Make sure they have shiny bikinis.' That was a special request from NASA's Director.
Big Tit Inc was worth a billion dollars.
Why wasn't there a live webcam on the moon?
'Because we haven't put one up yet,' said Max who was on the horn to the President.
Max kept on nodding.
Five minutes later, he put the phone down.
'He's very happy, very happy, says if you can get something done in the next 48 hours, you have access to Jeoff Bozo's Big Glenn. In exchange, the President says he won't hound the tax evader until he gets reelected next year.'
Too much information. But it's always interesting to see how power works.
Jack suggested we use one solar panel that will generate one kilowatt of energy.
The Germans had already designed a panel that could withstand the harsh weather conditions of the moon and they said they could kick in the energy to five kilowatts a panel, enough to power a family household.
I suggested we have a rover, that can roam up to ten kilometers a day, searching for interesting terrain, while making the live feeds interesting for geologists.
Max said that NASA already had a prefabbed rocket the size of a satellite that once ejected from the Big Glenn, could slingshot off the Earth's gravity and gingerly make it's way to the moon in a few days.
Powered by nuclear fusion, this was going to be a cinch. On board the rocket was also a buggy, ripped off and scaled-down on the Curiosity Rover used on Mars.
'Well if we can achieve this in a space of a few phone calls, then why the fuck isn't Elon Musk on the moon mining moon dust?'
He wasn't obviously a big fan of NASA or the President, I guessed, otherwise he'd have that Tesla car on it's way to Mars doing donuts on the moon.
'There is no Tesla car in space,' said Max, who was an authority of the story behind the story. I swear to god, he was on the FBI payroll.
'You mean he bullshitted us?' I asked.
'He wanted to sell more Tesla shares.'
Made perfect sense. It seemed Musk would be a fading byline soon.
Imagine waking up and turning on your moon feed and discovering nooks and crannies over a coffee and a croissant.
'People will pay for it,' said Max, the brains behind this venture, 'fifty bucks a month, they can even drive the buggy for a one-off payment of one million dollars.'
NASA loved our pitch. They wanted us in. They said they had another surprise up their sleeve, but wanted us at Kennedy Space Center so they could unveil their proposal.
I was only guessing, but I think they wanted us physically to go to the moon.
We'd be the poster boys of the Moon Age.
I guess they had seen the live feed from Pattaya, and they requested Megan and Rebecca to buckle up to Houston too.
'Make sure they have shiny bikinis.' That was a special request from NASA's Director.
