They can ship out 100x more if they just put them on a cargo plane and open the door out over the ocean and then circle back and reload.
Sort of like the Solution to The Problem from this story (The basis for Idiocracy)
And it was simple. He would just sell tundra building lots to eagerly suicidal lemmings, and that was absolutely all >there was to solving the Problem that had these double-domes spinning.
They'd have to work out most of the details, naturally, but what the hell, that was what subordinates were for. He'd >need specialists in advertising, engineering, communications—did they know anything about hypnotism? That might >be helpful. If not, there'd have to be a lot of bribery done, but he'd make sure—damned sure—there were unlimited >funds.
Just selling building lots to lemmings....
A week later, the program started with North America the first target.
Mrs. Garvy was resting after dinner before the ordeal of turning on the dishwasher. The TV, of course, was on and it >said: "Oooh!"—long, shuddery and ecstatic, the cue for the Parfum Assault Criminale spot commercial. "Girls," said >the announcer hoarsely, "do you want your man? It's easy to get him—easy as a trip to Venus."
(post is archived)