Cecil Eagle's two biggest investments in the first twenty-five years of his life were ruined.
The first one is emotion. He had been in a relationship for four years with the political economics researcher who talked all about "structural". The biggest gain was a set of beautiful words about "why this thing can't be done" and the sentence "I think we have different expectations of each other."
The second purchase was a Mars intercity commuter ticket he bought with his last savings after moving out of the shared apartment. Originally, I was just going to the city-state next door to find a new job, but my commuter bus was blocked for eleven hours by a strike blockade by workers on the ladder.
Eleven hours were enough for him to think clearly about a lot of things. When he recalled what happened later, he felt that it was not real.
The Martians elected a poor boy who was neither a scholar nor a powerful person to join the committee. They originally just wanted to see the excitement, but no one thought that this excitement would spread all the way from Iron Valley City to outer space.
Purpose: "First let everyone need you, and then let everyone accept your rules."
