The Man Who Sold the Sun
There was a man who owned everything. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. He owned the sun. I met him at a party in Geneva—some charity gala for space exploration, the kind of event where billionaires wear tuxedos and talk about terraforming Mars like it's a home renovation project. He was in the corner, holding a glass of champagne he never drank, watching the other guests with an...
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