The year is 2050. Elon stands atop Olympus Mons, crimson storms raging behind him, the faint glow of Phobos casting an eerie halo over his head. Clad in a custom exosuit bristling with cutting-edge tech, he raises 'Project Mars: A Technical Tale' high, his amplified voice booming: 'This book proves it—I was always destined to rule Mars!' The crowd gasps, dazzled by his self-appointed grandeur, except for one grumbling settler at the back who mutters, 'Brilliant. We’re ruled by a tech bro who thinks a 1940s sci-fi novel is ancient scripture.'
There might be something to nominative determinism—my urologist was named Dr. Broth.
The year is 2050. Elon stands atop Olympus Mons, crimson storms raging behind him, the faint glow of Phobos casting an eerie halo over his head. Clad in a custom exosuit bristling with cutting-edge tech, he raises 'Project Mars: A Technical Tale' high, his amplified voice booming: 'This book proves it—I was always destined to rule Mars!' The crowd gasps, dazzled by his self-appointed grandeur, except for one grumbling settler at the back who mutters, 'Brilliant. We’re ruled by a tech bro who thinks a 1940s sci-fi novel is ancient scripture.'
>Limb, Limb, Limb and Limb.
What did they mean by this?
They were the surnames of the four researchers, presumably all siblings (or perhaps father, mother and children).
Or perhaps one researcher giving credit to his four limbs?
I prefer this explanation
Turns out their given names are Lefty, Righty, Tingly and Shorty, the latter due to a childhood wood shop incident the author declines to discuss.
I know that it’s just funny
Brilliant
Did you write this just for the inevitable Scott Alexander link? 😆