"Try and run the island? Too much work. Running the island requires knowing about all of the little tasks that go into keeping this weird socialist commune on its feet. Distribute food, settle feuds over who gets to harvest the mangoes from that tree in a shared backyard— actually, do they even have backyards here?" Mark ponders, but only for the briefest amount of time that might be considered such, just jumping from one thought to another because lingering on this ridiculous society makes him tired, makes him angry, because waste always pisses him off. Lost potential is for those in the government. They even teach it in freaking ec classes, that subsidies and taxes create deadweight loss, and isn't this island just one giant group subsidy? "Never mind. Not interested. Would rather set up something meaningful for people here, something that gets them up and running and caring about their damn lives. When people make successful ventures like that, they end up with a lot of responsibilities to shoulder anyway."
It's only after Mark finally realizes that the scenery around them has changed significantly that he blinks himself back to attention, realizing that he's just gone on one of his impossible rants, the type that makes a girlfriend accusing him of being like a stairmaster. Oops.
And that he's also lost track of the more recent of Eduardo's observations.
"Average IQ of the place is well above genius; I'll believe it when I see it," Mark says with a tilt of his head, all of the skepticism in the world rising to the surface because generally, the human race is a bit hard to put a lot of confidence in. "Let's just hope that not all of them are the more reclusive, self-concerned type of Einsteins. If we're ever going to get back to— to the States, we need to pool resources. And if that wormhole's impossible to climb through, for the love of John Harvard's polished shoe, we should at least set up currency before we devolve down to planet of the apes."
Ruffling his hair lightly, he tacks on at the end, light because he doesn't really need to give it thought at all, "Besides, I don't need good company, I have good company."
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It's only after Mark finally realizes that the scenery around them has changed significantly that he blinks himself back to attention, realizing that he's just gone on one of his impossible rants, the type that makes a girlfriend accusing him of being like a stairmaster. Oops.
And that he's also lost track of the more recent of Eduardo's observations.
"Average IQ of the place is well above genius; I'll believe it when I see it," Mark says with a tilt of his head, all of the skepticism in the world rising to the surface because generally, the human race is a bit hard to put a lot of confidence in. "Let's just hope that not all of them are the more reclusive, self-concerned type of Einsteins. If we're ever going to get back to— to the States, we need to pool resources. And if that wormhole's impossible to climb through, for the love of John Harvard's polished shoe, we should at least set up currency before we devolve down to planet of the apes."
Ruffling his hair lightly, he tacks on at the end, light because he doesn't really need to give it thought at all, "Besides, I don't need good company, I have good company."