The Book To End All Books

By Michael Mathiesen

What if we hired SpaceX and NASA to go and ignite Jupiter into a 2nd Sun?   "WTF"

 

That's what I said, until I came up with the story that resulted in this book.  It's all about the next 1,000 years or sooner in which the Earth gets a 2nd sun in the sky.

 

Now, it's just a matter of time when Jupiter will self-ignite and turn into a 2nd sun in this solar system.  It could happen in the next 5 minutes or the next 5 million years.  If left alone, it could be never.  But, why should we wait that long when we already have the rockets to get us there and the laser knowledge to start the Fusion Chain Reaction on Jupiter that will make it the 2nd Sun?

 

It could be sooner.  In fact, we must start planning this project right now so that our descendants can live on a planet that can support them at least as well as we received.

 

Although I chose to write about this amazing achievement - the greatest achievement in human history as a Sci-fi novel is only so that I might reach as many millions of people as possible who will realize that this is something worth doing and not only that - it's worth the whole world bending their will in the common goal of making this happen - the first time that a star is created in the sky by any living things.  We will be the first life forms to do this.  The universe will take notice and humanity from this day forward will spread all over the heavens and dominate all other life.

 

Sure, you may think it's impossible and that this is some kind of joke.  It's not either.  It's extremely possible and no one has ever been more serious than this author about something like this.  

 

The "Greatest Achievement In Human History" awaits your eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Mathiesen
• Release date: Nov 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223011309

Michael Mathiesen

I have authored and published over 100 books, ebooks, audible books, online courses.  My latest and most important to me are:  The Science of Physics - Proof That God Exists, The 4 States of Consciousness, Zentanglements - The Three Laws of Consciousness for Smarties, The Blockchain Government, America 2.0, Inc - Take Stock in America, The God Particle Bible, The Origin of Creation, et al.  My scientific theories are on the cutting edge and many of my colleagues are not yet true believers, but when the 2nd Big Bang hits this part of the universe as I have predicted in this book - they will have to eat their words.  What will it mean to you?  Lots, I think. 

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DEDICATION

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This book is dedicated to anyone who appreciates science and science fiction delivered in ways that can actually change the planet.

This book is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to any character

living or dead or to any event is strictly coincidental.

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Table Of Contents

Preface

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VII

About The Author

Preface

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Somehow, you’ve managed to pick up the book to end all books. If used properly, it will save millions of trees the ignominious fate of being murdered and turned into paper pulp from there to be used in any of the numerous ludicrous and useless books authored by idiots who struggle mightily to immortalize the significance of nothing.

If you have pre-determined that this book cannot possibly measure up to this bold claim then we may have a problem here.

I can personally attest that this is, in fact, the book that will obviate the need for any more books, and I hope to convince you of this because I am in my twilight years and am fairly certain my wits will soon begin to fail me. My words may not be targeted enough, my ideas not large

enough to produce another book of this significance for the rest of my life. Therefore, this is almost certainly the book to end all books at least for me, the author of same.

Therefore, be warned: If you find other books that have been published after this one, I strongly recommend that you don't read them. Boycott them. Demand that their publishers recall every copy. In other words, I'm asking you to enforce the title of this book and make this book the last one that you read in your life.

I also believe and hope that you will find many of your own reasons for you to acquiesce to my request which may become more apparent to you as we go along.

Let me put all my cards on the table. I'm asking this great favor because this book could literally change world history for the next one thousand years. However, things may not happen exactly along these lines with the events contained herein unless a large number of you now reading this accept these events as the real ones that took place in your past, or at least should have. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about and I also know that it’s asking a lot.

The other reason that I'm making this highly unusual request is due to the fact that the human race is now or soon may be at the end of its long eventful path through Evolution. That includes you and me and all of our children, and all of their children after them and so on down the line to a final extinction of our species.

And how we got here is due to the fact that too many of us are chopping down trees or burning down large forests, poisoning all life in the oceans at a rate that cannot be sustained if we expect to breathe normally without the huge inconvenience of lugging around heavy air tanks all day just to stay alive.

Add to this problem the fact that most books published today are extremely repetitive, unoriginal and echo other ideas that were already put forth and adjudicated before them. These uninteresting, boring, redundant, ridiculous essays that celebrities peddle all day long as their memoirs, brimming forth with disinformation and pusillanimous self-indulgence, which so uncaringly threatens the rain forests and all ocean life that we require for our own survival, are the greatest threats to our survival next to our extremely destructive methods of transportation.

But the main reason why this is the book to end all books is because it will begin the planning and construction of human kind’s greatest achievement in all of history and for most of the future as well.

With all that being said - let’s get started.

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Hello, my name is Malika Sue Jefferson. I'm a high school student at Elon Musk Public High School in Musk City #2, on planet Mars. This is my senior class research paper that I am doing for my Advanced Placement (AP) course in World History. I’m in the graduating class of 2999. I’m the valedictorian this year and so I’m working on my valedictory speech that I’ll have to give at graduation coming up in a few short weeks. It’s extremely challenging to me. Not that it’s important, but I’m also of African American descent and damn proud of it!

The following is some of what I’ve uncovered from my research so far.

It all started when a dentist from Philadelphia by the name of J. Dalton Luden DDS had a historic meeting with President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in the Oval Office of the White House on September 11th 1940 and over the course of

a few weeks successfully convinced President Roosevelt and staff to use his invention, a new easily dispersed form of laughing gas on the battlefields for the duration of World War II.

His mixture Nitrous Oxide mixed with chloroform, alcohol and ether would be sprayed over the battlefields by bombers in the most vicious and deadly war in history. In some instances, it would be delivered by a grenade launcher for those hard-to-reach areas. It was meant to replace the standard lethal military munitions of the day such as bullets, artillery shells, grenades, land mines, bombs, etc., and would therefore spare the lives of millions of enemy combatants.

The idea was so revolutionary and progressive and surprised so many that Dr. Luden was able to push it all the way up to President Roosevelt’s ears in only a few months of constant communications with everyone from the Secretary of State to his local Congressman, and even the Secret Service.

It may sound ridiculous to many of us living today who think they know the history of the world as it appears to have happened, but when the sound waves of Dr. Luden’s passionate plea finally fell on President Roosevelt’s receptive ears, everything changed and we all thank God for that.

In the famous Oval Office in the White House, President Franklin Roosevelt and his advisors, a few staff and a dentist from Philadelphia are conducting a meeting. The dentist J.

Dalton Luden is sitting across from the President and is addressing him in a long-winded speech.

When will wars end in this world, if we continually go around killing each other’s young men and women who believe their leader’s tyrannical propaganda and run off to invade another country in defense of their own country. This is the most twisted, insane, illegal and morally reprehensible logic in all of history. Yet it is a force that many find impossible to resist. Evil men know this and so they use this work of the Devil to do his bidding. Do we also have to fall into the trap of doing the work of the Devil by taking the Devil’s bait and allow the mass murder to continue? Dr. Luden asks Mr. Roosevelt.

If the United States of America is in fact forced to enter the war, our actions will definitely kill millions of innocent people who just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, something we would never consider under normal conditions of peace. No doubt about that, President Roosevelt replies, listening carefully.

Dr. Luden removes a small glass vial from his coat pocket and shows it to the President and his Secretary of War, Henry L. Stimson, the President’s best friend.

This is a gram of my formula, Mr. President, Dr.

Luden begins.

Careful not to drop that please, Mr. Stimson shouts, rather alarmed.

Yes, of course, Mr. Secretary, but please don’t be alarmed, the gas is totally harmless. However, the tiny amount in this vial, if dispersed properly, is powerful enough to render everyone in a five-hundred-foot radius totally paralyzed and peacefully asleep within minutes, Dr. Luden says, proudly.

In that case, I want to echo Henry’s concern that you don’t drop that, President Roosevelt implores him.

He shakes his head and looks around at the others in mild alarm.

Yes, sir, please don’t worry. I’ll put it back in my pocket, if you like, Dr. Luden says, smiling.

No, I’d prefer that you give it to Mr. Hopkins, over there, President Roosevelt suggests, a look of caution on his face and gesturing to his friend to take to his feet.

Harry Hopkins, another one of the President’s closest friends and advisors jumps out of his chair nearby, hurries over to where Luden is standing and extends his hand whereupon, Dr. Luden carefully places the vial in his hand lets him take it into his custody. Hopkins leaves the room and tells his boss that he will find a safe storage place.

"So, you are actually suggesting that instead of killing our enemies by using lethal force, you want us to spray this ‘laughing gas’ as you call it over the battlefields, wait for the enemy soldiers to go to sleep and then our soldiers simply saunter onto the battlefield and clap them all in handcuffs and

take them away to prisoner of war camps, is that it?" the President says, almost sarcastically.

Yes sir, that’s what I’m suggesting, Dr. Luden replies, humbly.

The President and just about everyone else in the room, shift their weight uneasily in their chairs and roll their eyes at one another.

I know it sounds a bit crazy right now, but if you’ll just let the idea simmer around in your brain for a day or two, I’m sure you will be as convinced as I am, sir. Dr. Luden continues, acutely aware of the negative energy in the room.

The President takes a long breath, coughs and places a cigarette in his long holder and flicks the lid of his gold lighter to produce a small bright flame which ignites the cigarette.

Imagine please, all of you, Dr. Luden takes advantage of the silence.

"Imagine the soldiers who return to their wives and children, mothers and fathers in a couple years after the war is over. It’s an emotional scene repeated over and over in the homes of millions of folks all over Germany and Japan and Italy. Soon all the people of the defeated countries realize that we at least in America, where we could easily have also murdered them all by the millions, did our best to avoid the senseless slaughter of their best and bravest young men and women and actually saved their lives. At some point, this

must force good people to recognize the work of the Satanic cult governments they have lived under," Dr. Luden continues, suddenly breathless.

Is that what Jesus would do? Secretary Stimson asks sarcastically.

I don’t know, but it’s what a great American President would do if given the chance, Dr. Luden replies, happy to get an easy question lobbed at him.

So, if I don’t do this, posterity may not consider me a great President? Is that what you’re suggesting here, Dr. Luden? Roosevelt says laughing cheerily.

The others join in the merriment expressing many conflicting opinions for several moments.

Settle down, everyone, President Roosevelt orders above the din.

Suddenly, the room is very quiet.

All right. I will, or by that I mean that we will consider your offer and will let you know in a few weeks, Dr. Luden. I’ll have our chemists analyze your laughing gas. We may even set up a few experiments to see if it’s as effective as you say it is, President Roosevelt announces pensively, alternately sends his gaze up to the ceiling and out of the window and into the rose garden beyond.

We’ll let you know, the President says, signaling to everyone that the meeting is adjourned.

Thank you, Mr. President, Dr. Luden says, optimistically and walks over to shake FDR’s hand.

The two men separate and the dentist is escorted out of the room by a young female intern.

After he’s gone, FDR turns to the few cabinet members and advisors still remaining in the room and thanks them for attending the meeting and asks them to give him their written responses to the idea in the next twenty-four hours.

It’s an interesting idea. I must admit, President Roosevelt conjectures to the group, trying his best not to reveal any prejudicial indications to his cabinet either way.

Interesting, but totally impractical, Henry Stimson blusters as he rises to his feet.

Sleep on it, Henry, the President commands.

Your opinions will be the deciding factor, I think. You know how much I rely on you both, the President reminds them.

Yes, sir, Secretary Stimson says, bending over to shake FDR’s hand. Secretary Hopkins also by his side, shakes hands.

"I’d like you all to remember something, Dr. Luden said that was very interesting to me. He said, ‘Imagine millions of soldiers who know they should have been obliterated by our army and who instead survive the war, returning to their wives and children in a couple years in one piece, no pun

intended. Imagine their gratitude, maybe decades in the future, when we may need their help in some larger global confrontation. What might they do to return the favor?" President Roosevelt says, paraphrasing the good dentist.

Isn’t it the responsibility of the greatest country in the world to act as if it deserves the title? Roosevelt adds, suddenly, amusing himself.

Yes, sir, but what do you do when a bully punches you in the nose? Harry Hopkins volunteers as parting words.

Yes, I know. Conventional wisdom is that you have to punch him back, but what if that only leads to more bar room brawls in the future as each man tries to avenge the last fight they had? What if you defeat the bully with a force much greater than the force he uses against you, and one that he can’t even understand? FDR replies.

They stand motionless for several seconds as the President’s words settle.

FDR watches closely as they file out through the Oval Office door, each of them shaking their head, agreeing among themselves that this was the ‘damned strangest meeting’ they’ve ever attended.

The President cranes his neck far enough to look directly at the ceiling.

Yes, it certainly was, he mutters to himself.

A few weeks after the surprise Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7th of that year, President Roosevelt orders tests of the ‘Luden Laughing Gas’, (LLG) as they are now calling it. The War Department has done some preliminary tests in the lab that corroborate what Dr. Luden told them in his meetings with the President. The highly concentrated laughing gas is non-lethal and puts humans and animals to sleep peacefully for about two hours. When they wake up, they are as cheerful and friendly as puppies and many will laugh out loud in joyous abandon for several minutes more.

In a more advanced test in January of the following year, the Army Air Force has placed two pressurized tanks of the gas under the wings of a B-17 and they will be flying over a fully deployed Brigade of volunteers in the 3rd Army commanded by General George S. Patton. Three thousand army men and women volunteers forming the Brigade are dispersed in and around the training grounds in Ft. Bragg, North Carolina. Some take up defensive positions in the woods. Others are waiting for the practice attack inside buildings that simulate urban warfare scenarios. Others are completely exposed out in the open fields.

Half of the soldiers are wearing gas masks and the other half are exposed to the elements wearing standard army battle gear. The half that are sporting gas masks were chosen by drawing straws. This group will act as observers and have the task of handcuffing their comrades who fall asleep, as the experiment predicts they will do in about five minutes after the bomber makes its pass over the testing grounds.

As planned, at precisely 10:00 AM on the morning of January 23, 1940, the brigade of volunteers hear the distant rumbling of the engines of the B-17 as it gets closer. In seconds, it flies directly overhead and