"Hello."

"Hello."

"Hi. I'm Bob. Bob Trump. I'm looking for investors. I'm constructing the tallest building the world has ever seen."

"How tall will the building be?"

"The tallest. Taller than tall. Endlessly tall really."

"Endlessly tall?"

"Yes, endless, very tall."

"Isn't there a limit to the height a building can be?"

"Oh heavens no. It can be endless."

"How so? Wouldn't it topple over at some point, or collapse with the weight of the thing?"

"No no, not at all. See, the taller one builds the less the thing weighs."

"What?"

"Things weigh less the further they are from the earth's surface."

"What?"

"Yes, it's scientific. Things weigh less the further they are from the earth. So, the taller the building the less it would weigh."

"That's ludicrous."

"What?"

"Ludicrous, l-u-d-i-c-r-o-u-s, ludicrous. That's a ludicrous thing to say."

"What? Why?"

"Gravity may be a factor. And structural integrity not to mention material strength."

"Gravity? Well yes, of course, gravity. But it's fact that the further away from the earth things are the less they weigh - because of gravity. Lack of gravity. It's less."

"What?"

"Gravity. It's less the further away from the earth one goes."

"Well that's true to a point."

"Exactly. My point is that I'm going to build a humungously tall structure. Call it 'City Tower', a whole city will live there, in one tall tower."

"What?"

"A city, in a tower. A very tall tower mind you. It would have to be, wouldn't it. To house and hold an entire city. - - - Don't be preposterous. Silly man. 'What?' he asks. I'll tell you what, I need investors for my project. A one of a kind endeavour. It'll be great. It will generate a lot of revenue in the future."

"Revenue?"

"Yes, revenue. Lots of good money. From rentals, leases and taxes, city taxes. It will be a city. A very big one. In a tall tower. City Tower, first of its kind I imagine. And I'll be the Lord Mayor, the keeper of the key."

"What?"

"First of its kind. It would be wouldn't it. You haven't seen one before now have you."

"But the thing won't stand."

"What?"

"It will fall, collapse, tumble into a pile of twisted steel, broken glass and mangled bodies."

"What?"

"The damn thing won't stay up. It will get too heavy. Gravity would pull it down."

"No, no way could gravity pull down a city tower. This tower will be so magnificently tall it will weigh nothing at the top. I mean, yeah, of course the bottom would weigh a bit wouldn't it, that only makes sense doesn't it!"

"What?"

"It only makes sense that the bottom, which is next to the earth, right on the soil, you know, the heavy rocky surface - of the planet, that part will weigh a lot won't it. But then, but then my friend, way up there, in the sky, so high up you couldn't see the top from down here, that part of the building will weigh nothing, zero, nada, weightless, since it will be out in space. So you know, things balance out don't they. All that weightlessness at the top, say a couple thousand miles of it, will completely balance out that heavy, burdensome bottom of the thing, won't it. And, AND, with that balancing out, the whole entire building will weigh nothing."

"What? You're an idiot."

"Mind you, there is gravity."

"What?"

"Gravity, there is gravity out there, isn't there!"

"What?"

"It's out there, gravity, it's out there, in space, in the wild blue yonder, gravity, pulling things down, pulling us down, back down to earth. Where we the people once all lived. But now, but now my friend, City Tower! I'm looking for investors. Not what, you should ask how much."

"Okay, how much then?"

"Hmmm, let me think. A lot I suppose. All you can give. I'm open to proposals."

"Proposals! I'll give you a proposal. Go back to school and learn a thing or two about physics and the real world."

"I don't need to."

"What?"

"I don't need to go back, or anywhere really, except up. My head is in the clouds. My feet or on the ground, gravity keeps them there, but my head, it's in the clouds. That's where I live. With my head in the clouds. Getting the best view."

"What?"

"I just want to give people the chance to get up there, way up there, to get the best view. Of things. Of the world. And they can do that from the City Tower. It will have a great view. It'll be way up there, above the clouds. Out in space actually. Where things don't weigh a thing."

"What?"

"Things don't weigh a thing in space, there is no gravity, way out there, in space."

"I'm confused now."

"What?"

"I'm confused."

"Confused."

"Yes, I'm confused by some of your statements."

"What?"

"I'm confused by some of the things you're telling me."

"What things?"

"Things like how a hugely big massively tall tower weighs less and less as it gets taller."

"Mhm."

"I find that confusing."

"Why?"

"Because what my physics teacher taught me is that the weight of structures, buildings, towers, increases as more material is added to the structure."

"What?"

"The more you pile up the more the whole pile weighs."

"I'm not talking about piles."

"What?"

"I'm not referring to piles, of stuff, of anything. I talking about building a tall tall tower - - - that will weigh less as it gets taller and taller."

"What?"

"Taller and taller. A tall, almost weightless tower. My Tower City. Or maybe I'll call it 'The New Continental', the world in a tower. A tall tower. A very tall tower."

"I don't think you're thinking straight."

"Of course I'm thinking straight. I'm thinking straight UP. So darn high up we'll be out in space. Where we'll all be weightless."

"What?"

"We'll be weightless. People have been saying things about my weight. The City Tower will be weightless. Out in space. It won't weigh a thing, not an ounce, not a gram, nothing, zip, nada, zilch. Weightless. I'll weigh less. Out in space."

"I guess so."

"What?"

"Out in space. You - - - and you're City Tower. Far out in weightless space. Nada, zilch, not a thing. Not even an idea really."

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"You know what."

"What?"
  
   
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