Chris Ayres

Silly and sweaty

There is panic in the extraterrestrial markets.

issue 20 August 2011

There is panic in the extraterrestrial markets. The Ursa Minor indexes are tanking, and slime-based lifeforms throughout the galaxy are dumping the Outer Space equivalent of Italian bonds and piling into something a bit safer — gold. But gold is running out, so aliens looking to diversify their portfolios with the universe’s most valuable metal are left with only one option: steal it from some backwater of a planet like, well, Earth.

OK, I’m speculating here. But imagine this scenario playing out 150 years ago, and you pretty much have the backstory of Cowboys & Aliens — in which an intergalactic mining vessel thuds down somewhere in the New Mexico Territory with the intention of gittin’ it some bullion. Not that the locals, including a dazed and bloodied Daniel Craig, have a clue what is going on. One minute they’re spitting tobacco and brawling in the street; the next they’re fending off alien fighter craft using pistols and spears.

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