Autumnal afternoon on Wall Street. Alien hovercraft lands, gaggle of nattily-dressed lizards with briefcases and polycarbon-suited nanobears with digipads disembark. They politely knock on the glass panes of Goldman Sachs' office.
*Knock* *knock.*
Loudspeaker: “Who's there?”
Chorus of lizards/nanobears: “The BRICs.”
Security: “The who?”
Chorus: “Brazil, Russia, India, China.”
Loudspeaker: “Ah, I'm afraid you'll have to make an appointment –”
Chorus: interrupting: “We're taking our world-system back.”
Loudspeaker: “Taking... ?”
Chorus: “The world-system.”
Frozen pause.
Voice of Lloyd Blankfein: “Ladies and gentleman... ah... most unexpected meeting...” Nervous cough: “...we seem to have misplaced the bill of sale.”
Chorus: “We brought the duplicate.” A nanobear holds up a nanofiber document.
Voice of Lloyd Blankfein: brightly: “Ah. Well, that's that. Care for some tea? Coffee? We have this wonderful CDO tranche –”
Chorus: “Thank you for your time.” Exit chorus into hovercraft, which flies off.
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