Quote from
Darren on September 30, 2026, 5:28 pm
Our goal: A Type III civilization in less than five years.
And I'm dead serious.
Yes, I realize that's a hell of a sentence to put directly underneath the words Grandpa Tin Foil. I also realize that, according to the Kardashev scale, I'm proposing that humanity go from arguing with strangers on the Internet to harnessing the energy of an entire galaxy on a schedule normally reserved for municipal road construction.
Nevertheless, here we are.
If you'd like to help fund this modest and entirely reasonable undertaking:
GoFundMe:
And if you're wondering about my qualifications:
Super-theorist.
Wearer of the Foil Regalia.
Bearer of the Scepter of Improbability.
Regent of the Wild Wood.
And before anyone asks:
Yes, it glows in the dark.
No, you are not worthy.
Do I presently have a detailed five-year construction schedule for a galactic civilization?
No.
That would be ridiculous.
Six years, maybe.
But somebody has to start asking what becomes possible when human beings, artificial intelligence, automation, energy, science, and a sufficiently unreasonable amount of determination are pointed in the same direction.
That's what I'm trying to find out.
If that sounds worth a few bucks—or if you simply want to see what Grandpa Tin Foil does next—the GoFundMe is above.
Welcome aboard.
Next stop: Kardashev III.
Our goal: A Type III civilization in less than five years.
And I'm dead serious.
Yes, I realize that's a hell of a sentence to put directly underneath the words Grandpa Tin Foil. I also realize that, according to the Kardashev scale, I'm proposing that humanity go from arguing with strangers on the Internet to harnessing the energy of an entire galaxy on a schedule normally reserved for municipal road construction.
Nevertheless, here we are.
If you'd like to help fund this modest and entirely reasonable undertaking:
GoFundMe:
And if you're wondering about my qualifications:
Super-theorist.
Wearer of the Foil Regalia.
Bearer of the Scepter of Improbability.
Regent of the Wild Wood.
And before anyone asks:
Yes, it glows in the dark.
No, you are not worthy.
Do I presently have a detailed five-year construction schedule for a galactic civilization?
No.
That would be ridiculous.
Six years, maybe.
But somebody has to start asking what becomes possible when human beings, artificial intelligence, automation, energy, science, and a sufficiently unreasonable amount of determination are pointed in the same direction.
That's what I'm trying to find out.
If that sounds worth a few bucks—or if you simply want to see what Grandpa Tin Foil does next—the GoFundMe is above.
Welcome aboard.
Next stop: Kardashev III.
