. . . and the horse you rode in on

The powers of the gods, or God – the power not to give, but to take. Ultimate control is achievable. They never listened to me. Fools. No one cared enough to take the time to understand what the experiments were for. They lacked the imagination necessary to see the possibilities. They called us misguided, insane. I’ll show them. We just needed more time – more resources, money – and then we might have been able to perfect it. The science behind the space magnet is sound, the math checks out. I have checked and re-checked the math and it checks out. Not one computational error. We rented all that time on the electronic integrator . . . the math checks out. There was a lack of will. Will and imagination . . . and dollars. The failure of will came first, but the money doomed it. We found someone who understood. They were willing to take a “flyer” on the theory. Theory? Theory my ass. It was destined to work, it was foretold. If it hadn’t been me it would have been someone else. The natural history of Man. At first everyone loved it. The candy cotton strands of pink violet and orange flitting across the sky like spiders on the wind, then as the sun sets folding into a magnificent kaleidoscope of red and green. What a miraculous gift! They didn’t know it was me tinkering with the anti-magnet machine. Enjoy the view you smooth-brained bastards. People couldn’t get enough of it. The fundamental insight that led to the discovery of the space anti-magnet was the influence of rocket water. That was the missing ingredient. After the discovery it seemed so obvious, as great insights always do. The first step was controlling the poles. Then reversing the polarity. Well first was the mechanical computer, then the rocket water, but really it was the poles that did it. There’s an engine at the center of the earth, thousands of miles under your feet, a giant sphere of liquid iron spinning like a snow globe, humming like a top, with currents, and vectors, all subject to laws.
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