It was still 2024, and a humongous gathering in “Never Never Land” let’s call it, has been in session for three Earth days.  Led by Grandfather God, he is addressing the group slowly and distinctly.  “So. Now that we’ve finally agreed to repair some earlier miscalculations, what’s the best way to do it?  The choices are wipeouts–of the Solar System, the Earth, evolution, humankind, the terminally power hungry, corporations….”

One of the God uncles dared to interrupt.  “Surely not a complete wipeout! The innocent children, the honest but mislead….”

“First we need to clean out the mess in Earth’s upper atmosphere,” another Uncle said. There were cheers from the multitude, and in a blink the clogged skies over all the world were swept out of sight, losing contact with Earth, moon and Mars.  The New York Times was to opine that the draft of a large passing asteroid appeared to have suctioned them all away.  The sun did seem a little brighter down on Earth.

“Money!” cried another.  “How can we share the money?  From billionaires and others in the one-percent of the United States to the others?”

“All over the world,” volunteered  another.

There was silence.  Grandfather spoke.  “Looks like we need some committee work.  Assign yourselves….money, power, truthfulness, racism, housing, sexism, AI…”  He paused.  “How about religion?”  There was silence.  Grandfather shrugged.  Maybe after we solve the others we’ll be in a better position to deal with religion.”

[Ideally this would be continued].