Rick's Risks in Ricks

An ordinary man, watching, waiting.

While rocketeers line up recruits to design, build and launch moon rovers, manifesting the dreams of Verne and others who've marveled at our night sky companion that bashfully hides its face in phases, I stand here wondering.

Birds bathe.

I am an old man who wanders woods thinking.

There's something else out there, something I can only hint about, vaguely reference, use humour to blow smoke around and in front of.

I am an apparition, cells, atoms and states of energy tangled in gravity.

While colleagues and associates see the ordinary me, I work the background scene where the extraordinary happens regularly.

I am a quiet fool, easily recompensed, apt to gape, stepping through back doors to see what's really going on in the cube farms, a reflection of management's management.

I am not what I appear to be. Managing expectations. Making people feel like persons. Empowering.

I am unimportant, embarrassed to talk about my humble accomplishments, having not yet settled a colony of living things off this world.

There's more here than meets the illusion we call the thought process. Time to activate another team and show you what I mean.

So many govermental agencies issuing grants, so few people to make the grants come alive and exponentially grow to the benefit of all the people some of the time (and some of the sum thyme of the time).

Would you see the dual use that supersecret government cybersecurity development gives civilians openly populating another planet?

You will.