Once the replicators became available to everyone, the world's oligarchs put up a lofty fight, but the outcome was inevitable …

Daryl Switzer, a surviving 'energy CEO,' bunkered on his private island with everything he ever needed, including hoarding much of the globe's 'resource’—a material required to energize replicators.

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"Forcefield, intact?"

"Yes, Mr. Switzer. Our replicator's dome is virtually impenetrable."

"What's that, over there?"

"Scanning, sir. It looks like a waterspout forming, but we'll be safe."

The dome shook and rumbled; then the unexpected happened—a replicator's nanite swarm breathed sentience into the forcefield itself.

Daryl's fate was sealed.