Remember the kid that everyone hated back in school, that answered every question, that blew away the tests? Let's put the shoe on the other foot and inject some whimsy. (The physics and E.M. propagation in the story doesn't really work, but it's fun to think about.)
An old hacker finds himself suddenly wealthy enough to retire gracefully. Read about how he matures as he ages, and finally faces and reacts to a horrible act.
With my health failing I decided to duck out of city life. A cabin in the Smoky Mountains with an outhouse and well suited me just fine. My life was finally mine to live as I wished. Be careful what you wish for.
imagine what you could do with two inventions--an economical fuel cell and a reactionless thruster. Here's my interpretation. It's a thought experiment gone mad...
I was brought up as a good Texas boy in the 60's. I learned to fight back and fight hard. I became a fighter when it all turned to shit. For some of us, Don't Mess With Texas is sucked in with Momma's milk...
I suppose we've all done it--fantasized about various ways and places to retire if we would ever hit that one bit lottery ticket that hits you like manna from heaven. Here's my take on how retiring--and staying busy--might be.
It starts out as a story similar to several others of mine, where a fellow rebuilds a ship into the vessel of his retirement. He finds his wife and they begin to experience the good life. The ending turns the whole thing on its ear.
I was fingered as the oldest male descendant of a railroad baron. The prize was an island near Bangor Maine. The conditions? What the hell was he THINKING?