Mr. M. is, as mentioned, a clever fellow, who, on top of it all, had a hand in the fact that people in America are increasingly shooting at each other again, that a vulgar man with an IQ of 98 is president, and that the Nazis are once again proudly staggering through the streets of Europe, singing. He had a hand in making it possible to hate Jews again and to despise the poor, he had a hand in largely dismantling government. Hurray. More impressive than his model railroad, which he reconstructed 1:1 here. Not yet seventy and untethered from the world. Quasi immortal. For those down below. Up here that doesn’t matter. There he’s nothing, there he notices his perishability. He recognizes it by his crinkly knees, by his scrotum, when he kneels over a woman and his balls hang down nearly to the mattress. The real reason for his presence lies in his overabundance of knowledge. Increasing blackouts are to be expected, and the raw materials for circuit boards and semiconductor plates are nearly depleted. Just to mention a few arguments against the earth. Not to mention increasing climate catastrophes, civil wars, mass migration. Yep. So now he’s here. Cheers. On Mars. Beneath a dome. With a giant reactor artificially polluting the atmosphere. Right. He had thought it through carefully beforehand. His wife, who remained on the estate below. For example. Had told him there was no water. No problem, Mr. M. had explained to her. It’s possible to divert ice comets from their paths, necessitating a mere circa 3 million tons of fuel in order to change the velocity of a comet by circa one hundred meters per second. You would need only divert circa 33 million comets per week. Well then. In the meantime, water will come from earth. And to make up for the lack of a magnetic field there’s the wonderful dome—and the atmosphere. Mars has in essence no greenhouse effect and an average planetary temperature of −63 degrees Celsius. The shit factory under the dome is tasked with discharging greenhouse gases. Though one doesn’t yet know exactly what effect the gases will have. Chlorinated hydrocarbons build up ozone, but even if an ozone layer develops, Mars isn’t attractive for microorganisms because of the lack of UV protection. There’ll also be a problem with the tilt of the planetary axis and orbital wobbles. And the force exerted by Jupiter causes variations in the axial rotation and orbit for periods of 51,000 to 2 million years. Mr. M. continuously ponders these problems. Also as a way to divert his attention from the new reality of his life. Which consists of a group of older men, at the moment there are fifty, with a couple of hookers, hunkered down beneath a glass dome, bored to death. Sure, there are amazing chefs up here, vegetables and livestock are cultivated in greenhouses and barns, nobody has to forgo the devouring of intelligent life forms.