A Three-Hour Tour

[filkertom]

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.)

Comments

[palenoue.livejournal.com]

I read an article a few years ago about route 66 ghost towns. In fact, I just googled it and found dozens of sites with pictures. Maybe you could form a collection of fandom who would buy enough shares to buy a ghost town, fix it up, and make it a year-round, 24-7 convention hot spot where you continually book celebrities, stage events, host filking sessions, and so on. Get a video crew there and you could make a few reality shows to sell to cable networks.

Think of it as a land-locked cruise ship and you can see how this would work.