Shopping At Party City
Jack crosses his arms over his chest while he waits, standing there in his boxer-briefs and tee. He nods at the man’s explanation about overthrowing anything, and just nods. He imagines there are any number of beings, alien or otherwise, which could become a serious headache for any government. “I’m guessing you don’t get a lot of people with stacks of cash coming around to buy suits then?” he questions amiably as he once again turns his attention toward the other alien tech in the room.
He has an instinct to want to suggest the alien-man starts some sort of tech company and slowly start releasing upgrades to technology, since apparently people like his father haven’t bothered to capitalize on their knowhow and are hoarding their technology. But he suspects that Ooter knows things that he doesn’t.
“I have to ask, why not just start a company with a trusty front-man to act as your public persona, and start upgrading all the technology? Start a car company that’s 10 years ahead of everyone else, and just keep upgrading? I assume that for an alien that’s tough, but I have to wonder why other super-geniuses aren’t doing it. It seems simple enough, sell a few design upgrades for 1.1 level technology to get a starter fund, and then use that money to start selling your own 1.2 and then 1.3 in short order until you dominate the market with superior products made using .. I don’t know, super tech? Robots and fusion reactors so that your construction costs are basically nothing?” he reasons.
The question about him, and the assumption, makes him smirk.
“I was born and raised here. I don’t know if I have any non-human DNA, since my parents are both mad-scientist sorts, so I won’t claim I’m entirely human, but as far as I’m aware I am, and I don’t intend to let anyone test me to verify otherwise,” he mentions.