The Great Pill Rush of South Africa

This one had only just settled down with a warm cup of tea when an urgent messenger arrived.

"This one has a letter for https://app.warera.io/user/68e538c09c4aafa6f1a0bd5c"

This one accepted the parchment.

The seal bore the unmistakable mark of one of South Africa's greatest industrialists.

Wikus van Der Walt.

A master of pill production.

This one expected great wisdom.

Perhaps news of diplomacy.

Maybe even another mysterious economic lesson from the Magalheas Laptop.

Instead...

The letter contained only one sentence, written in enormous bold lettering.

"WE NEED MORE PILLS!"

This one blinked. Twice. Perhaps three times.

The letter continued.

This one immediately travelled to inspect these legendary factories.

They stretched across the horizon.

Conveyor belts rolled endlessly.

Engineers hurried between buildings carrying clipboards.

Forklifts buzzed back and forth like particularly determined bees.

Every few seconds someone proudly shouted:

"MORE PILLS!"

This one is fairly certain they were enjoying themselves.

Outside one enormous factory stood Wikus himself, pointing enthusiastically toward yet another production line.

"Binya!"

"You're just in time!"

"This line only produces pills."

"This line also produces pills."

"And that one over there..."

"...Believe it or not..."

"...also produces pills!"

This one asked the obvious question.

"Friend Wikus... how many pill factories does one nation actually require?"

Wikus looked genuinely puzzled.

"Yes."

Soon word spread across the globe.

Merchants arrived carrying company charters. Industrialists appeared with blueprints. Workers packed their bags.

Even accountants emerged from their offices, lured by production bonuses previously thought impossible.

Soon a queue formed outside the Ministry of Pill Production.

This one did not previously know such a ministry existed.

Apparently neither did anyone else.

Someone simply put up a sign.

It seemed official enough.

One enthusiastic recruiter shouted to the growing crowd:

"Move your pill companies!"

"Bring your employees!"

"Bring your friends!"

"If they don't own a company yet..."

"We'll help them build one!"

Another voice from the crowd called out:

"What if we knows nothing about pills?"

Wikus smiled confidently.

"You will."

This one briefly consulted the mysterious Magalheas Laptop.

The ancient machine whirred thoughtfully.

Numbers appeared.

Charts emerged.

Production graphs climbed dramatically upward.

Then, after several moments of intense calculation, a single message appeared on the glowing screen.

"Recommendation: Produce more pills."

Even the laptop has chosen a side.

So this one now carries a simple message from South Africa.

If your pill company seeks the greatest production bonuses in the world...

If your workers wish to become part of an industry growing faster than this one's understanding of economics...

If you enjoy efficient factories, friendly faces and the occasional braai after a productive day's work...

Then South Africa welcomes you.

Bring your company.

Bring your workers.

Bring your ambition.

The machines are running.

The factories are ready.

And somewhere, Wikus van Der Walt is already planning the next production line.

This one only hopes someone remembers to build a warehouse.

Otherwise...

This one suspects the entire nation may disappear beneath a mountain of pills.

May your roads lead to warm sands.

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