The Air Trust

1915 Dystopian Science Fiction All mine more or less said he to himself puffing deep on his cigar.... The millions eat and drink and buy and sell; and I take toll of it-yet it is not enough. I hold them in my hand yet the hand cannot close completely. And until it does it is not enough! No not enough for me!... What can it be? For power I must have! Like Caesar who preferred to be first in the smallest village rather than be second at Rome I can and will have no competitor. I must rule all or the game is worthless! But how? Almost as in answer to his mental question a sudden gust of air swayed the curtain and brushed it against his face. And on the moment inspiration struck him. What? he exclaimed suddenly his brows wrinkling a strange and eager light burning in his hard eyes. Eh what? Can it-could it be possible? My God! If so-if it might be-the world would be my toy to play with as I like! ....