In this world, there are two kinds of me: economists, and non-economists. People who read multiple studies about an economic topic before giving an opinion. And people who think they know everything about fiscal policy because they read an Investopedia article one time.

I am one of those guys, my name is Milton Smith. I am an American economist. I am 24 years old, unmarried, and work for a hedge fund doing market analysis all day. I don’t particularly mind this, but it kind of leaves me empty inside. I got the job recently, but when I was getting my masters, I always had grand ambitions of running an economy one day.

Anyways, the day in my life starts like any other economists, I wake up and give a kiss to my Adam Smith body pillow. Every economist ones one. Though, it creeps people out sometimes. Like how I once paid more attention to the pillow than a woman while I was having sex with her. She called me a freak and told me to never contact her again.

Anyways, I started my day by writing a love letter to Ben Bernanke former chairman of the federal reserve. Then I make a cup of coffee. Then I make a cup of coffee. Then I make a cup of coffee. Then I make a cup of coffee.

After consuming enough caffeine to kill a small elephant I head out of the high-rise apartment that I live in to go to work. While I only live in high-density zoning-based buildings on a matter of principle, I am scared of heights, so I live on the second floor.

I take public transit to work. This is because it is the most economically efficient way of transporting people around the city. While on the bus I read the 10 principles of economics. It’s kinda like the 10 commandments, but these actually matter.

The bus drops me off and now I only have to walk 30 more minutes to get to work! I love American infrastructure.

While walking to work I call my mom and tell admit that I messed up another first date. But that doesn’t matter, because even if I’m all alone, my Macro textbook will never betray me.

I’m feeling pretty confident today. I’m wearing a t-shirt with a production possibilities fronter on it, and my supply and demand cargo shorts. My shoes are obviously black air force 1’s.

There was a very weird site. I turned to my right and there is a plane flipping vertically going straight at me. Ah shit.

No, I can’t die. It’s not in my self-interest.

Hmm? What’s going on?

I open my eyes and look around. I’m in an office building? Why does this look like the office of a greedy Disney villain?

“Yo! It’s God, how ya doing?”

Hm? I look on front of me and there is this guy in a suit, tie, with glasses on a face that I can’t see.

“Did I die?”

“Yep!”

“Wait… you’re God… DID YOU THROW A FUCKING PLANE AT ME!?”

“Hahaha my bad. It looked really goofy flying like that didn’t it?”

“How many people died for that joke?”

“Oh, only you died. I teleported everyone else into an Arby’s parking lot in Nevada.”

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“You really are messed up. Throwing a plane was one thing, but making people go to Arby’s? That’s too far.”

“Yeah, I kinda feel bad about that.”

“So… is there a reason you killed me? Or was it all for this joke?”

“I have a task for you. If you comply, you will get to live the life you dreamed of.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“There is another world. I want you to save it.”

“No way! Is this one of those things where you give me OP magic and tell me to kill a demon king?”

“What? No way, if I’m giving OP magic to someone it’s not going to be some weak nerd.”

“Fair.”

“I need you to save that world’s economy. In 80 years, the demon king will be born.”

“So, there is a demon king…”

“Yes, anyways, multiple natural disasters will occur 20 years before that happens. If you don’t build an economy by then that can withstand such disasters, then the mother of the hero will die of starvation before he is born.”

“Can’t you just warn the people of that world not to starve?”

“Nah, that totally fucks of the timeline. One of the colleagues did something like that once, and somehow a religion was founded around some guy named L Ron Hubbard.”

“You can’t do anything else?”

“I did give them some advice myself… but it kinda made things worse. Which is why I’m getting an expert!”

“What did you tell them?”

“Raise taxes a bunch and then build a bride across the ocean. They tried it but that collapsed, and they lost all the money.”

“You did what!?”

“Yeah, my bad… oh, but I did tell them about the 5 factors of production.”

“Did…. Did you just s… say 5 factors of production?”

“Yeah! It’s land, labor, capital, entrepreneurship, and knowledge!”

He looked very proud when saying that. But I wasn’t proud of him. I was furious.

“Where did you learn something like that?”

“My business administration textbook?”

“God is a business administration major? That definitely explains a lot…”

“I feel like you just insulted me…”

“First off you piece of shit. There are 4 factors of production. You business admin majors can’t just add a factor of production if you feel like it! Things don’t work that way!”

“okokok chill I take it back. There are 4 factors of production… which are…”

“Land, labor, capital, and entrepreneurship.”

“Got it… anyways the vibe is kinda awkward in here now… so I’ll just send you on your way…”

“Sounds good.”

A bright light flashed beneath my legs, and I say goodbye to God. I close my eyes and a sensation washes over me. Like I am on an elevator, but a really weird one that’s dragging me through a wormhole.

When I open my eyes, I am in a big church-like structure. There are people all around me in medieval looking clothes and expensive jewelry. Eventually, an old man approaches me and says the words.

“Oh, hero sent by God to guide us into a new age. Please bless your humble servants before you with thy name.”

I can understand him? Thanks God I guess for the quality-of-life features.

“First off chill with the formality please. It’s kinda creeping me out. Anyways, my name is Milton Smith. My friends call me Mill.”

“Thank you, hero Milton. We called you forth during the first world congress. Once you have decided whether to help us, we intend to grant you unilateral authority to pass international law.”

“Don’t worry, I have already decided to help. Now then, could you introduce me to everyone here?”

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“My apologies hero, name is Maynerd Augustine, Emperor of the Augustinian Empire. This is Sara Augustine, my daughter. She will be your guide in this world, I hope you get along.”

A beautiful blonde haired and green-eyed girl gave a curtsey in her beautiful white and blue dress. If it weren’t for the fact that I’d get turned down and humiliated if I tried to, I would probably propose to her on the spot.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you hero. If you need anything from me, please just say so.”

“Y-yeah nice to meet you.”

I am awful at talking to women. My mom usually sets up my dates with her friends’ kids… wow only now have I realized how pathetic that is.

“Now then hero, how about we give you some time to rest. I’m sure you are quite tired after this occurrence.”

“Y-yeah I’d appreciate that.”

She walked me to an extravagant room. It’s much nicer than my apartment. When we came across a window, I realized the sun was setting. Wait, it was morning when I left my world. Am I really going to get jet lagged from interdimensional travel? What a way to start my new life.