"What kind of planet do I want? Now that's an interesting question." Dreamer said.
"I don't care. Just tell me." Tesla said in a cold manner.
"Now. Now. No need to get angry. I will tell you." Dreamer sat on one knee and brought his face towards Tesla's ear.
"Don't you dare blow air inside my ear." Tesla blurted.
"I wasn't even thinking about that. Don't give me ideas."
"Ahngh. Just tell me how you want the Planet." Tesla urged.
Dreamer sighed and his lips began to move.
He told his preferences in Tesla's ear and Tesla heard him carefully.
He nodded occasionally but as time went on, his eyes turned wider and wider.
"You can't do that, boss. That will defy logic and even balance among people. You will cause another war."
"It's for the very balance among people that's why I am doing it. You have to trust me."
"That's what you think. I am ninety nine percent sure you will fail." Tesla said.
I also want to write a novel that I could call my Magnum Opus. If you don't know what Magnum Opus means Google it. I think it means "the greatest creation." Golden Tickets.