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A Three-Hour Tour
Every now and again, I mention my ultimate Lottery dream: buying an island somewhere, building up some infrastructure, and moving my family and a whole bunch -- three to five hundred -- of my friends there with me. Just getting us the hell away from everything.
It would never work, of course. There are too many technical problems, potential legal difficulties, and supply problems to overcome. Not to mention the existence of pirates, various naval forces with weapons tests, and the occasional tsunami.
Besides, Cthulhu's alarm clock might be about to go off.
This does not mean that I'm the only person to think like this. And now some ultra-rich doof is trying it. They're supposed to be little libertarian petri dishes, where a man can truly be free.
Good luck with that.
I figure that, in a few years, these little Time-Share 2020s will have been picked clean and abandoned, and maybe then we can go out there and rehab 'em.
Meantime, I'm saving up toward a missile silo.
What's your ultimate personal fortress? How detached from civilization do you wish to be? In my case, not much at all, thank you -- but I do want a nice, tornado-and-nuke-proof haven. (Seanan, don't you even think about all the ways you could mess me up with virii. I don't get enough sleep as it is.)
It would never work, of course. There are too many technical problems, potential legal difficulties, and supply problems to overcome. Not to mention the existence of pirates, various naval forces with weapons tests, and the occasional tsunami.
Besides, Cthulhu's alarm clock might be about to go off.
This does not mean that I'm the only person to think like this. And now some ultra-rich doof is trying it. They're supposed to be little libertarian petri dishes, where a man can truly be free.
Good luck with that.
I figure that, in a few years, these little Time-Share 2020s will have been picked clean and abandoned, and maybe then we can go out there and rehab 'em.
Meantime, I'm saving up toward a missile silo.
What's your ultimate personal fortress? How detached from civilization do you wish to be? In my case, not much at all, thank you -- but I do want a nice, tornado-and-nuke-proof haven. (Seanan, don't you even think about all the ways you could mess me up with virii. I don't get enough sleep as it is.)
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Sigh.
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It just reminds me of a minor aside in Charles Stross' Iron Sunrise, about how the Eschaton dropped a bunch of libertarian space enthusiasts on a bare-bones space colony. Survival meant abandoning some cherished ideas, and...let's just say it didn't happen easily.
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*According to Wolfe, at least one of these guys would pay periodic visits to his buildings and dress down the tenants for living in them wrong--committing such stylecrimes as ruining the sleek streamlined lines with floral fabrics, for example.