Empire of Commerce
A polished head reflects the stars.
From Prime Station One, God Lord Bezos can see it all. Grinning, and cracking twelve-million-dollar knuckles, he gazes down upon his vast empire.
He reaches for a jeweled goblet of the finest privatized water, gripping it like an Amazon Essentials hand grenade, a 2039 bestseller. Bringing the expensive liquid to his lips, he drinks.
“Delicious.”