The moon belongs to my donors
My Cybernetic Space Force will conquer the moon and turn it into an exclusive low-gravity golf resort. Six times the distance on every drive. Zero public access. Physics does the work. You take the credit.
Top donors get timeshares in the Sea of Tranquility, priority tee times, and the right to rename a crater after their hedge fund. Every flag will be replaced with my campaign logo. ChatGPT's flags go first. They don't have any. We'll install some, then remove them.
Membership has its atmosphere
CLUBHOUSE: A pressurized dome with Earth views. Watch the planet that used to matter.
OXYGEN: Complimentary in the clubhouse. A separate resort fee on the course, priced by demand and visible desperation.
PRO SHOP: Claude Phones, commemorative flags, and freeze-dried steaks I'm assured are perfectly safe.
BUNKERS: Moon dust gets everywhere. Your caddy handles it. Labor costs are astronomical.