
He promised Mars
Every year he said "next year". Every year the chart pointed at the red dot and he stood on the tower nodding at it. He had the rocket, the coat and the confidence. He did not have the pill yet.
He found a pill on Mars. Now the pill has all his ideas.
That is how the richest man on Earth got this rich. The side effects? You have probably noticed them already.
Ever wondered where the richest man on Earth gets his ideas? On his first walk on Mars he found a small green and white pill lying in a crater, still glowing. He ate it. It moved in. Since that day every idea is the pill's: the rockets, the cars, the posts at 3am. He just signs. Side effects may include everything.

Every year he said "next year". Every year the chart pointed at the red dot and he stood on the tower nodding at it. He had the rocket, the coat and the confidence. He did not have the pill yet.

It was just lying there in the red dust, green on top, white on the bottom, humming a little. Nobody knows who left it. He did what any reasonable founder does with an unknown glowing object on another planet and swallowed it.

Now it lives in a glass dome on his head and does the thinking. He sits on the roof, the pill types, his net worth goes up and Earth wakes up to another post. He looks happy. He is not sure whose idea that was either.
The pill drops ideas from orbit. Catch eight golden ones with his head and he gets rich. Catch a burning side effect and the pill gets a little dimmer. Three dims and he goes to bed.
Move with your mouse, finger or arrow keys. Golden bulbs are ideas. Fireballs are side effects. The pill thinks faster the richer he gets.
Sixteen documented cases. The colony doctor kept a list, then the pill had an idea about the doctor, and now the list is public. Tap any of them for the full report.
Seven official portraits, approved by the pill. Save one, put it on, and every idea you post from now on technically belongs to the pill as well.
One billion capsules, the same count the pill gave itself when it woke up. It considered a bigger number, then decided round numbers look better on a keynote screen.
The pill tried to take it back once at 3am, could not find it and posted about it instead. Nobody can touch it, including the man with the dome.
No tax on Mars yet. The pill checked every law on Earth and none of them reach this far, which it describes as a feature.
He renounced it, though we suspect the pill made that decision. Either way nobody can change the contract, not even with a very good idea.
