Sir Helium brushes off Gold’s mumbling and repeats the question. “What does this mean? Of course, the most probable answer in the minds of everybody here is: who cares? Yes, who cares if Mercury has gone AWOL? Who cares if this chemical element who has been used extensively by our human silent business partners in Tibet and China ever since 1,500 BC, and then by the ancient human Greek and Roman traders, from being the mystical, yet very profitable, matter of their ancient alchemists to manufacture highly-marketable cosmetics, and to make highly-commercial amalgams with his fellow metals, like Silver, Zinc, Cadmium, and you!” The CEO suddenly points a finger to Gold.
But the brusque transition metal quickly rebuts Sir Helium. “Metal, my butt! Mercury’s no metal! He’s a coward! He melts at
