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Prompt #8: Create a fictional event (e.g., the singularity, a zombie apocalypse, World War III, aliens are discovered, etc.), and explain how you’d handle it. It all occurred in the year 2090. Earth had pretty much expelled itself. No room left at the inn. People were living so close to each other they barely had air flowing through the space that separated them from each other. Everyone was wanted to get on the list. If you could buy your way on, better guarantee that you would make it. The list for the rocket ships that had been made were almost filled up so a new list was created for those who wanted to go. Where to you ask? Hyperion, a newly discovered planet, far, far, far, far, far, far, far away in our solar system. Yes, we have made a few visits there and they already have contractors working, building basic survival structure on the planet as we speak; If you didn't have the money to buy your seat, there were other ways to qualify. It is hard to mention or talk about the "other ways", but I will explain. You must come up with ways to eliminate one of your fellow man. After all, there are only so many seats. Now, before you go into shock over this idea, just remember it is every man, woman, and child for themselves. Hyperion, the Titan God of Heavenly Light and Pillar of the East part of the solar system would do worst things to keep the number of people signing up on the list away. He is a God who is selfish and doesn't want the growth to occur but he tolerates it. After all, he likes that his planet has all of this attention but these humans, well they lack creativity. They want everything to be so so! They are lazy and very predictable. They are one time users. They are a throw away society. So, as the list builds, the population goes down. Eventually, there will be enough seats available for all those who seriously want to go to Hyperion. That is how to handle it! NOTE: Happy April Fool's Day |