Well you have my vote, even if it does end with you as supreme ruler of the galaxy. Can I be minister of technology?
Only if you promise to run my program to learn to harness the energy of a quasar that has a jet. I wanna point those at baby galaxies and call them Celestial Abortions!
Don't worry, the universe is huge! It'll be alright. Call it my little way of helping Mr. Entropy.
(This is sorta why I'll probably never be invited to contribute to a major magazine. I'll turn 'em down, just 'cause I'm an asshole. But, they're never gonna invite me. Nope.)
Always fun.
And someone needs to invent fire-breathing monster trucks, just so I can watch 'em take sweet, sweet jumps.
Those are probably my only two serious vices/demands. Also, I'm resigning as soon as my quasar toy is invented and used a few times.
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