Once upon a time in a land of fabulous riches (and abject poverty) a humble trader came from the west in search of adventure and fortune. He worked hard and made a name for himself, slowly rising through the aristocratic ranks. He had the ear of the kings and gratitude of the nobles while creating one of the largest enterprises in the kingdom. When he passed away he bequeathed his wealth to his two sons - a larger portion to Mr. M and not so large a portion to Mr. A. Mr. M sensed the winds of change and realized that in the new order true power came from the junta. He embarked upon connecting the people in far away and distant lands. For seven years he let gold flow from his coffers for this new venture but it was a mere fraction of his treasure. The other traders tried pulling the strings to block him but the deluge of funds was too much for them. Finally on a September day as the heavens poured forth Mr. M said my work is done and I present to you the fruits of m...