Garbage in, garbage out? Eat bran flakes mixed with gold flakes, drop a mint. Get safe capsules made of rare-earth elements or similar. The most disgusting IRL item duplication mechanic ever, as long as it can be extruded.
If space colonization is your thing, get my ass up there. Poop is 75% water, and the rest is organic matter that would be very useful. Hollow out an asteroid and pay me to visit.
And they'd pay, too. Especially after the first time.
Nobody would dare shoot me down, either; because sometimes dying people evacuate their bowels, and nobody wants to find out what that means in my case.
What are the real limitations? Does my perception or internal beliefs affect the curse?
Could I, through self-conviction and reasoning (and quantum-entangled air molecules), connect my bunghole through hyperspace to the lungs of all the oligarchs on Earth?
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I would proceed to go completely Harry James Evans-Verres Potter all over that.
That first billion - and it's likely to only be the first - would go to research.
Creating mass from nothing? Study the hell out of that.
I'd have a lair on a mountaintop shaped like a skull toilet.
I'd have a private jet with a toilet that emptied straight out the bottom.
Nations would pay me to never fly over their country.
Nobody would dare shoot me down, either; because sometimes dying people evacuate their bowels, and nobody wants to find out what that means in my case.
What are the real limitations? Does my perception or internal beliefs affect the curse?
Could I, through self-conviction and reasoning (and quantum-entangled air molecules), connect my bunghole through hyperspace to the lungs of all the oligarchs on Earth?