The Rise and Fall of Vanity
Now normally I win five dollars every week on the Lotto by not playing it. I figured I was about due to win pro-actively this time. What the hell? I was on borrowed time anyway, keeping my arrhythmia at bay with medications.
And then I won the better part of a billion dollars. Now, what to do?
Deep below the sulci of my brain where the normally repressed amphibian motivations lurk, there was an awakening. I hunkered down and put in calls to NASA, Space-X, Boeing, and the Russian Federal Space Agency. I laid out my budget. I formulated my business plan. Then I invited bids.
Three years later, I throw away my meds and climb aboard my vehicle. I undress. If all goes well, I will be placed, naked, in orbit, so forever I can rise and set for anyone who cared to look for me. My heavenly body.