A&G That Pair of Pliers Off to Rescue the Mighty USA
With Elon Musk had gone on his road to help the USA presidential campaign, he was very emotional, having pulled all his six trillion dollars out of A&G Space HQ projects and having to leave his owners' spacious accommodation on the Flying Universe Dancer yacht, saying his goodbyes. It was not easy; he had never been so happy living with them. To his firm friends, he knew the door remained open, yet the country had called him for a supreme sacrifice of duty. And Gaz had said this leads you up the ladder of experience to becoming president yourself one day. Your priorities in this important call of duty went beyond money or exploration of self. Yet, Elon had that pang of leaving these great friends behind, knowing his heart was right here as one of the Three Musketeers. There were tears in his eyes as he handed over the owner's penthouse keys. Al said, “I think it will be empty for a long time, Pal."
Life on the yacht Universe Dancer Saturday breakfast was just A&G and Martha, and Julie seemed strange without Elon bouncing ideas. With the long week of Easter holidays in front of them, they all had busy schedules and were looking forward to weeks of holidays to unwind the intense pressures of business. Al had a good way of summing up the peace: you know you're successful when you pull the baby dummy out, and they don't cry or scream the house down. Gaz looked at Him. Yes, old son. You could sum up our lives like that success with failure rides on many dummies pulled with our conglomerate. Martha laughed with Julie, thinking of their own H&S Media Empire with dummies plopping in and out of some of their employees' mouths. She remarked Elon had looked sad giving up his Home on The Universe Dancer; he had experienced real friendship of this close relationship, which was sure a safe bet, and taking his six trillion-plus interest with A&G, his was now higher. Call of Duty with a President calling for his help, Elon was a committed American set to enormous task; they signed off and gave him deposits of Six trillion dollars plus interest back into his account, shook hands as he handed the keys over, and A&G wished him luck he was no longer part of AEG Space HQ Pattaya; his new life was sheriff of DOGE. This was a new calling, and he needed his own funding for bigger future things. The Free Press would take a dim view of his stay in China, so it was best he went back to live in the state of Texas. They agreed on one principle: to let him purchase his own yacht that could equal the Dancer. That spark of creativity lifted his spirits; A&G would personally see to the installation of the Flying Squidji, he was assured.
A&G Universe Dancer valued at over one billion, with 50 percent down in cash on delivery deal. All agreed to his own EM design. There were real tears in his eyes as they left with their personal possessions, the kisses, and the hugs. Confirmed lifelong Friendships to start again a new Life chapter,
Kiwi Davy Eades with his Squidji blanket crew were just finishing the new skin hull wrap-around on the inner side bulkhead walls of Dancer; they all had their Easter weeks. Bonus: now it was all done and completed. The Aussie lads loved life with all the dancers and the yacht's female crew; they felt so spoiled with the ladies' kind attention in live music and dancing at night and did not want to leave. Now it was down to A&G to fix up the new controls, and Hope this would all work.
They had come up with the idea of the Vacumalator bubble and when they initiated lift-off out of the water, the Squidji membrane blankets would wrap as a Bubble shield and repel any Forces against them in a protective cocoon. That was their theory
Martha & Julie were quite proud of the effort in the crew's safety.
Their husbands put hard work into doing this project themselves.
Proof in the Pudding AL says there is no crossing fingers with this test; their one hundred meter yacht was going to be sunk or they swam. All the crew had requested to stay on board and experience the forces of what was to happen in a real-life situation. They all signed a safety waiver. If this was their last day on Earth then so be it; we all go together, we work together and die together, the galley was the safe refuge and had strap-down bucket seats. As soon as the last buckle was inserted, it was safe for trail tests. The bridge had six safety chairs, and the engine room had six, all connected to a computerized safety system. Everyone must comply, be secured, and wait for the test. The first was To Hit the water from a Dive half a mile High, all controls in automatic, everyone strapped in. Al called it the rent mans Escape Nobody touches a Thing come back next week it's all Auto
Gaz hit the Dive flaps and prayed they hit the water at such a terrific speed and went Fully submerged underwater, then bounced back up to the surface like watching a bobbing balloon, and then everyone, quick as a flash, ran around looking for any signs of leaks or hull damage. All secure, Gaz smiled at Al. "We are halfway, pal."
Then it was Al's turn to get out into the Viper and, at 3000 feet, send a Bazooka shell (60 mm rocket) directly at the midship hull of the Dancer. The auto controls, fully armed in the simulation tests, turned the “Dancer” to a 180-degree rollover, but this was a live round. They were into the unknown; with the increase in velocity, this was reality, a new scary territory of "fingers crossed" and "we might say kiss goodbye to our arses." Despite the confidence in their Squidji, there lived a lot of doubt with live ammunition.
Gaz gasped, "Thank God, it went better than expected. The shell was absorbed by the Squidji skin and never exploded, just dropped harmlessly into the ocean. This was a resounding success
BBQ celebrations ‘Universe Dancer’ now had the first-class bubble wrap auto insurance. This being top secret, only the crew knew how close they came to death that day and would not have had it any other way knowing the truth. The impact was like a droplet of water splashing back to where it came from in that ripple effect; it was something to see, not to be part of.
Sworn to secrecy and a five Thousand Dollar Bonus, Captain Christine Gave out the new uniform badge. Each showing Bomb Blast and Underwater Trial: They were all family. They trusted A&G with their lives. Nobody spoke about it; just seeing the Seniority Badge was all the recognition that was needed. They were a real family crew of the Dancer, and A&G knew they could take the yacht anywhere now, even outer space. The membrane was such an advancement, a simple yet incredible featherweight material withstanding terrific forces.
Tuesday at breakfast, Gaz noticed the ladies' boredom after all the Sunday and Monday excitement. He was no slouch when it came to the mood swings of the ladies and said, "Do you want us to drop you at the Beijing Fashion Show? We have four VIP tickets." You can take Captain Christine, and the chief engineer, AL, and I are going to the Easter Bonnet Parade at the Expats Club. Do you fancy a look in? He threw her and Julie the magazines. We can book a table at the restaurant Da Dong Duck after the show. This news rattled their cages. Yes, it sounds interesting, my good knight. Martha looked at him with a smile; he had stirred up her imagination of a new wardrobe.
Do tell what's going on with the Easter bonnets. Beijing Al said, without looking up horse racing from Hong Kong Derby day at the expat's Sports Club reunion of expat business guys, "Free Bangers and Mash all day." Pizza was just a thought. China Fashions were starting to Take Off in the USA. This was like an adrenaline rush to H&S, who loved keeping up with their worldwide fashion industry. China is always a business and pleasure.
Yes, a good idea, and that lifted their spirits. AL did the honors driving, and the last reminder to Martha was that they now had the emergency call transmit and receive from the Milan incident. Fashion runway shows were not healthy places, so it was all just in case for personal safety.