The Man With the 56 IQ
May 22, 2002, might have marked the salvation of the human race. That was the day when someone with an IQ of above 55 managed to infiltrate the shadow government.
"I have an idea," he said. "Why don't we mine these rocks, manufacture a gun that can shoot them, and arm the entire military of the United States and all its allies. After all, we have over nine years to produce these guns before the final invasion, and we have many factories, and an entrepreneurial spirit."
The other members of the shadow government looked at him mystified, mouth's agape.
"We could even arm civilians—after all, these aliens apparently explode even when they get NEAR the rocks, without touching them at all."
"No," said one shadow government member. "Let's spend a few years trying to develop another vaccine for the black oil, which will only save us, and let's test it on people we secretly abduct."
"Or," said another, "Let's spend several more years making biological bees that are—"
"Oh, better yet!" said a third, "Let's spend the next nine years cloning more super soldiers who will eventually turn on us and kill us…"
The man with the IQ above 56 decided to spend the last years of his life in the Bahamas, enjoying the summer sun before the world was destroyed.
May 22, 2002, might have marked the salvation of the human race. That was the day when someone with an IQ of above 55 managed to infiltrate the shadow government.
"I have an idea," he said. "Why don't we mine these rocks, manufacture a gun that can shoot them, and arm the entire military of the United States and all its allies. After all, we have over nine years to produce these guns before the final invasion, and we have many factories, and an entrepreneurial spirit."
The other members of the shadow government looked at him mystified, mouth's agape.
"We could even arm civilians—after all, these aliens apparently explode even when they get NEAR the rocks, without touching them at all."
"No," said one shadow government member. "Let's spend a few years trying to develop another vaccine for the black oil, which will only save us, and let's test it on people we secretly abduct."
"Or," said another, "Let's spend several more years making biological bees that are—"
"Oh, better yet!" said a third, "Let's spend the next nine years cloning more super soldiers who will eventually turn on us and kill us…"
The man with the IQ above 56 decided to spend the last years of his life in the Bahamas, enjoying the summer sun before the world was destroyed.