Spinich wrote:I would fill it with rum.
IceWing wrote:Ownership of house\property and the acreage behind us. A couple of very good knives and a hatchet, sealed in cosmoline or other preservative. I would take a gun and ammo, but I don't believe the ammo would be worth a damn after that long. A magnesium fire starter. A 1 lb bag of assorted, investment quality gemstones. Set of clothes, including boot. Titanium sheet (or other eternal metal) with a picture of my wife laser etched onto it. Other sheets of the same metal with documentation etched onto it, including the Constitution, Bill of Rights, property deeds and the no tax paperwork. One third of the remaining room would be filled with assorted packages of heirloom seeds. Another third would be filled with various precious metals in the form of coins with collectors value (silver\gold coins from Rome, ancient china, modern day, etc)
Any remaining room, I fill up with bottle caps, just because...
As I step into the pod, I'm putting a mylar space blanket, a high capacity ipod with pics, music and such on it, and a length of paracord in my mouth.. I'll spit them out when the door opens.
ZMace wrote:Whole genomic samples of all the plants and animals that I can get my hands on, stably dried down and stored in air tight containers as well as plant seeds (they might make it).
Fill up the rest of the bucket with art (did I hear unlimited budget?) mediocre are produced now will be worth a fortune then.
Before I go, make sure I put in documentation of my bank accounts, maybe buy some stocks and put hard copy's of stock certificates.
yossarian wrote:I'm taking my Grandma's Hummel collection. They ought to be worth something by then.
sammage wrote:Lots of TP...because I really don't want to try and figure out the three seashells.
jor-el wrote: Nothing
LowKey wrote:A simple knife like a mora, in cosmoline.
As you emerge from the chamber, a disembodied voice speaks to you.
"Spinich, IceWing, ZMace, Finch, yossarian, sammage, and jor-el
At great expense and energy, we have sent for you. The human race is in peril. An alien species has been systematically destroying organic human life throughout the galaxy.
Our warfighting devices are keyed to only work with full biological human entities - thus, hybrids such as myself cannot operate warfighting implements more complex than a knife or club. My programming denies me the ability to change this.
Jor-el, father of Superman, we have read of your child's exploits. Much literature remains of his history on earth. We hope his traits are genetic.
The 8th member, LowKey, did not survive the journey. As best as we can tell, he received a high speed lead / copper implant before departure. We suspect a failed jewelry piercing. The sample has been moved to the hospice ward to attempt reanimation. Should the reanimation be successful, he will be a biomechanical hybrid. The damage is too great to retain biological purity.
My programming requires that I offer biological entities a choice in embarking on a dangerous event. Think of it as a fourth of Asimov's three laws.
Do you wish to fight the alien menace, or do you wish to return to your time?"
If you want to stay, gather your buckets and describe your ideal fighting machine(s).
If you want to return, say so. The disembodied voice indicates that this will be very painful, but survivable.
Don't worry, I am from the internet.