Space Money Invented For Space Tourists 296
An anonymous reader writes "The foreign exchange company Travelex has invented a unit of currency designed to be used in space commerce, the Quasi Universal Intergalactic Denomination (QUID). The QUID is made of a space-qualified plastic, with round edges to prevent injuries in zero gravity. One QUID is equivalent to about 6.25 pounds, 12.50 dollars or 8.68 Euros. Of course, space currencies are already a staple of science fiction, with 'credits' being the most popular."
Problem? (Score:5, Funny)
local slang (Score:5, Funny)
So it's 6 quid per QUID? That sounds confusing.
Bah. (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Money is a sign of poverty. (Score:5, Funny)
And they probably don't have cool matching jumpsuits, either.
Quatloos (Score:1, Funny)
Re:Round edges.... (Score:5, Funny)
Just wait. In a few months, there will be an article about how there are RFIDs in each QUID and the Slashbots will go apeshit.
Credits (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Money is a sign of poverty. (Score:5, Funny)
1) Solve scarcity
2) ???
3) Not profit?
I'm unsettled by this. Excuse me while go have my lobes stroked.
Anyone for a wager? (Score:4, Funny)
Monetary Units: None (Score:5, Funny)
-metric
Re:Round edges.... (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Digital (Score:2, Funny)
2. Land on planet - 30,000,000 $
3. Your oxygen is running out, but your AmEx is not accepted at the nearby refill station - Priceless.
I was hoping it was going to be... (Score:2, Funny)
PIZZA THE HUT!
Stupid Tags (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Tracking the currency (Score:2, Funny)
Where was QUID 52379A478B7907E87FEB39C98 yesterday? Earth
Where was QUID 52379A478B7907E87FEB39C98 the day before? Earth
Re:Goddamnit (Score:5, Funny)
Because it isn't a cool acronym. Cool acronyms always make things cooler. Just look at what "AJAX" did for - uh, AJAX.
Easily remedied though:
CALCULATED
RATE of
EXCHANGE
DENOMINATION for
INTERPLANETARY
TRAVELERS
There - CREDIT. That oughtta just about do it. Lot better than QUID, to be sure...
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The Future Is Still Money?! (Score:5, Funny)
While I'm at it:
Spacesuits: $1,200 each.
Oxygen recharge: $3.22 per gallon.
Farting in your space suit while you and your cheap-ass buddy share an airtank; priceless.
There's somethings your national currency can't buy. For everything else, there's QUIDS.
Oblig. HHGTTG Reference (Score:4, Funny)
Pleased to meet you, Solution. (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Money is a sign of poverty. (Score:3, Funny)
Re:Goddamnit (Score:5, Funny)
What about "Space Quasi Universal Intergalactic Denomination"?
Re:local slang (Score:4, Funny)
Re:Pleased to meet you, Solution. (Score:4, Funny)
Urgent Space Request (Score:5, Funny)
Greetings from the Highest General of the Counsel of Intergalactic Planetary Commerce Exchange. I am Sir Zaphod Centauri, esteemed chairman of the Counsel of Planets. I have a business proposal for you that may be of most benefit to both of us. Forgive me for contacting you over subspace, but Colonel Zimrohn expressed you will be reliable, and I ask you to hold this in utmost confidence.
On Stardate 92714.3, the King of the United Saturnalia perished unexpectedly in a teleportation tragedy. He left in our accounts sum of NINETY-TWO TRILLION SEVEN HUNDRED EIGHT BILLION Quasi Universal Intergalactic Demoniations (QUID) which can not be accessed except by a native of the Milky Way. As of now this money sits unclaimed in our starbank.
I would like you to act as Earth fiduciary for this money. Please send your STARBANK number via encrypted link to me so that I may transfer this QUID to you. As agent for this transaction you will receive 10% of QUID in your account.
Please contact me at your most urgent communication, only over encrypted subspace link.
Yours sincerely,
Zaphod Centauri
Re:Urgent Space Request (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Round edges.... (Score:4, Funny)
This is to "reward" the shoddy customer service I sometimes get at the checkout lane.
It has the added benefit of putting the offending cashier on disability for a while, so that I don't have to deal with them again for a few weeks until they heal.
Re:Urgent Space Request (Score:1, Funny)
Re:Problem? (Score:5, Funny)
But just some money? Sounds more like gift shop tokens. If you can't use QUIDs to buy a Space Monkey, then I predict they will fail.
Re:Round edges.... (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Urgent Space Request (Score:5, Funny)
Regards,
Ford
Re:Credits (Score:3, Funny)
[ ] Pay fine
[ ] CR25 bribe
[ ] CR50 bribe
[ ] CR100 bribe
[x] CR250 bribe
I like space monkeys (Score:1, Funny)
I took my 200 space monkeys home. I have a big shuttle. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the space monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap space monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead space monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet space monkey and 199 dead, dry space monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead space monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two space monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet space monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen space monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred space monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my space monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my space monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.
I like space monkeys.