A self-driving solar and plug-in electric small RV made entirely of lightweight materials to keep power consumption low. Unlike most RVs which are designed for a whole family to use for a weekend, this is designed for one person to have as their full-time home.

Since it is self-driving, it can take you where you want to go while you are sleeping, eating, using the computer or watching a show.

The roof would also gather rainwater, pass it through an internal distiller, to use in the sink and shower. Water from the sink and shower is then used in the toilet. Refuge from the toilet is dried so the remains are free of smells, and can easily be disposed of to nourish any plant life. It would not need to be hooked up to a RV park unless it has not been raining enough.

No power bills, no water bills, no property taxes, no rent, no homeowner's association fees!

I'll introduce my product with a story.

My girlfriend told me how she managed to tag along with her older teen aged sister and her boyfriend to a concert. Cindy was fourteen, her sister Shannon was seventeen. The happy go lucky boyfriend was seventeen as well. It might be needless to say but they were all stoned. The concert crowd was huge. Thousands of party music animals were loving the scene drinking and smoking good weed. 

Cindy was mortified as she glanced away from the rockin' band and could not see Shannon or her boyfriend anywhere. Shannon was horrified she couldn't find Cindy. 

The new production focus will be the infrared light bracelet ILB. At a touch of the bracelet, the color, chosen by the users, hovers over the device approximately three feet. It brightly shines. The exact same shade of blue will be the "lost" chosen color for some. Others will choose indigo, peach, yellows, many shades of green, florescent, etc.

Cindy would have touched her wrist. Shannon would have touched hers. Their identical color lights would have hovered above.

Other people could have helped, i.e. "I saw that shade at the hot dog stand."

Priceless is the ILB; the infrared light bracelet.

Yes they ultimately found one another, completely buzz killed, panicked and then they felt the wash over of relief. Trauma that could have been avoided had they had an ILB. They could have simply searched for their color three feet above every human there.

A self-contained biological sustaining cutaneous suit that...

1. Converts whatever abundant energy source (UV rays, neutrinos, dark matter) available directly into a form that the body can use for all bodily functions;

2. Provides physical protection, and muscular enhancements;

3. Recycles bodily secretions and excrements;

4. Provides camouflage, even masking the body's heat signatures;

5. Extra-sensory perception (would probably need some sort of electronic graft or implant to receive the inputs);

6. Can also be customized, appearance-wise, to allow for individualistic expression;

7. And more... (feel free to add in comments);

I have always been intrigued by the food synthesizers in the "Star Trek" universe, which can produce any food in its database with a single command. It does use some form of transporter technology to create the dish requested, but we are already making strides in that area with 3D technology which allows us to "print" any object, including body parts, that we need.

Not only are we currently able to analyze all (or almost all) the ingredients in any food product, we can also genetically enhance natural substances to create better-tasting or longer-lasting variants. Our world's population is growing, and much of it is starving. Conventional food production cannot keep up with the increasing demands for food.

As the world's foremost inventor, I would marry the ideas of 3D printing and chemical analysis to create a first-generation food synthesizer. It would have a voice interface not unlike those on most smartphones today, so all you'd have to do is say the name of the food you want and the temperature you'd like it to be, and - presto! Your food is ready to be eaten.

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As the malevolent godlike ruler of this world, I'm easily bored. Fortunately for me I have the world's leading developer of new inventions at my beck and call. It only took the threat of his family and anyone he's ever known being violently tortured to death on national television to get him to play along. He's a good sport. For the sake of his life he's a good sport.

One of my first demands is for this easily manipulated man to design me a machine to clone human beings. That on its own is too simple, so I've added a twist: this machine is going to be solely to populate my personal fighting league. Because of this very specific purpose, the clones are going to be required to each have skills that perfectly offset the others'. It'll do me no good to have two identical participants anticipating the other's moves. That, my friends, is a recipe for a boring point-fighting style that my audience will reject with alacrity!

As the commissioner of this fighting league, it'll be my duty to dispose of the bodies of the losers. The losers are the ones who die in this league. This seems like a task I could easily delegate to some underling, but I'm a man who likes to be involved in every step of the process. It's good for morale, and it allows me to keep an eye on everyone at the same time.

Therefore, the second task for this pitiful but brilliant fool is to design me a machine that will recycle the clones in a way that allows their bodies to be used for other more practical purposes. I'm talking about garbage cans built using clone and plastic blends. Coffee filters. Bicycle chains. The sky's the limit, but my patience most assuredly has a plateau. His deadline is two months after the first fights take place in my palace's courtyard.

There are many more things I'll demand of this brilliant prisoner. I've achieved immunity from death as a bonus for becoming the malevolent godlike ruler of this world, which is nice. It allows me to be creative with my time and with my demands of people. Freed from the restraints of moral decency, the world is my oyster... and it's always dinner time.