When the aliens came, Johnson Mukerjii lost everything. His company, his Jag, his mansion, his expensive and oh so treacherous wife.
The economy went to hell. Earth just couldn't compete with the aliens. Why buy a Mercedes when you can get a flying car that can accelerate to the speed of sound in under 60 seconds? Or a Pentium III, when you can buy a friendly, joke-cracking artificial intelligence with the processing power of a million Crays? Unemployment soon hit 50%, and the Dow Jones clunked around in low double digits amid the greatest business bust since the Fall of Rome.
Then Mukerjii had his brainstorm. The only competitive advantage Earth had was cheap labor. We needed to be like Taiwan: to make ticky-tacky pieces of mass-disposable crap for export to the stars....
Original title: First Contract
Genre: Fiction→ Science Fiction→ Alien Beings→ Alien Invasion & Post-occupation