The press conference continued. After congratulating the winners of the first round, Joe returned to the previous topic, explaining the difficulties humanity would face in the aerospace industry, as well as why the United States had been able to land on the moon over fifty years ago, yet had not made a second landing in all the years since.
The main reason was that the investment and returns were wildly disproportionate.
Spending trillions of US Dollars to plant a flag and leave a footprint on the moon was a losing proposition.
Although it had indirectly gained an advantage in the US-Soviet rivalry, the cost had been too high.
"Why give Loki a prize? No, it's a prize for Thor."
It really was for Thor, but when that big idiot won, he had been drinking himself silly in the underground wine cellar of Avengers Mansion. Loki, who had been invisibly hiding behind him, promptly knocked him out.
Doom watched the broadcast press conference and the peeping footage from several other monitors, calmly asking Deathstroke beside him. He had personally watched Adjutant draw up the winner list, report it to Deathstroke, and seen the Sorcerer Supreme rig the results on the spot.
Deathstroke had specifically arranged the prizes for certain people through Adjutant, as though it were some kind of prank.
They had said there would be one hundred mysterious grand prizes, and there were indeed exactly one hundred. They had all been sent out, but who won them was entirely up to Deathstroke.
The winners included worthless United Kingdom hooligans, high-ranking Wall Street office workers, and even drug dealers from Aetherbia. That was understandable, but Doom could not understand why Superheroes had been included as well.
Especially Asgardians. They did not need any prizes. With their bodies alone, they could roam