The scientist was overcome by an enormous sense of achievement. This was truly one for the ages. A real game-changer. This, THIS, would send his peers scattering for the drawing boards. NO! THIS was going to send his competitors back to reinvent the drawing board.
How they had laughed when he had suggested ‘A CLOUD AS BIG AS LUXEMBOURG!’ How they had all mocked him. Now they would pay. They would pay exorbitant sums. Their smiles wiped so far off their stupid faces even a Google World satellite photo wouldn’t find them.
Such was the havoc to be wreaked upon those that doubted him, he would control the weather and thus the people. The people would relinquish wealth, power.
IT WAS HIS FOR THE TAKING.
He rolled the cloud out, a thousand drones whirring with the effort. Darkness fell, and the air chilled as the giant cotton candy nimbus began unfurling over Esch, Bissen, Mersch, Reisdorf, Wiltz, Clervaux and finally Troisvierges.
Grey was all the eye could see. Grey and shadow. And so began the Cloud Age. The scientist was stroking his beard with such ferocity that the wispy ends began to smoke.
Something was off, though. Not quite right... he had that feeling, like when you leave the house for holiday but are not sure you’ve turned the oven off. What had he forgotten? NOTHING! He had forgotten nothing, he was so sure of his creation. He had left nothing to chance. Had he?
Imagine his horror, however, when he realized his one folly. His Achilles heel, if you will. The cloud was powered by...not the steroid boosted Hamsters in wheels of iteration 2. Not the bovine methane propulsion engine of prototype 212. This mightily dense concentration of large water drops was powered by the sun.
This was truly the end of times.
