[ WP ] The year is 2052 , the moon is now a giant Coca Cola advertisement . Tell the story of a person whose one goal left in life is to destroy this abomination in the sky .

Kyle sat at his workstation and futilely punched in commands, checking the other monitor to see if they had produced any effect. negative, so far. 
 
 *Shit, shit shit. * This had been his idea, his brainchild, his vision. 
 
 Laser technology had been advancing, and space launches had gotten cheaper, with everyone from elon musk to Virgin Airways getting in on it, it had seemed simple... Launch enough pods into space, land them on the moon, oriented so the red, green, and blue lasers could be viewed as individual pixels back on earth. Tie them together electronically, and *voila*, a gigantic billboard... 
 
 The laser pods went up in batches of one hundred, then a thousand. Over the next few weeks, they approached the lunar surface, then with almost flawless precision, settled into a grid, with only sixteen of the seventy two thousand pods not perfectly positioned. But something had gone wrong. The first ad, the Coca Cola one, displayed perfectly. Seventy five seconds over the western hemisphere, Seventy five million dollars. Then the Chevy Bow Tie, then, the AT & T globe. The red, green, and blue lasers acting as pixels on the face of the moon, tidal locked. As it traveled around the globe, other brand icons would be shown. Solar powered, almost indestructible, the lasers would shine for eons whenever that portion of the moon facing the earth was n't reflecting the sun. The new moon phase would be the most profitable, though. The full disc was available for display. But for some reason, though the Coca Cola emblem displayed correctly, the transition never happened. Seventy five seconds. Then Ninety. The control module was n't responding. It would be months before another one could be launched, maybe even a year. 
 
 At One minute, most of north and south America was alerted to the giant ad. amazement and awe shortly turned to bitter hatred when the symbol did n't change. Within five minutes social media had gone crazy, first praising the technology, then wondering why it would n't change, then erupting in a rhetoric filled with venom toward his first and most significant client. At twenty minutes Coca Cola had called to cancel the ad. within the hour, a lawsuit had been threatened. Still, the New moon, which should have been a black disk in the sky glowed red, a perfect replica of the Coke symbol in the sky. 
 
 More commands. *Just turn the dam thing off! * Still nothing. 
 
 Two hours. Three. More phone calls, more emails. 
 
 The first riot started in Atlanta. By the end of the night, sixteen Coca Cola Plants had been ransacked by angry protesters. 
 
 Pepsi, of course, cancelled the ads for later in the month. Did n't matter, though. Recharged by the sun, the coke ad persisted. 
 
 

