Gentrification

It's the year 2150. Aliens have revealed themselves, Earth is in an era of peace and prosperity. BUT. Not all is well. Eccentric billionaire Fred Umbrella, CEO of Umbrella Corp and mayor of Umbrellaville, has a problem. The old city park right across from HQ that has fallen into disrepair, tarnishing the view from his office. He has tasked you, the most talented amusement park creator in the world, with turning that languishing city park into a beautiful, thriving theme park. But that's not all! The entire downtown neighborhood across the street must go too. Eminent domain, amirite?

You're shocked. "But is that...legal?" you ask.

"It's perfectly legal. I should know-- i wrote the law myself," He laughs lightly. "The intention: to get rid of eyesores just like that old neighborhood! Old Earth had the right idea. Urban renewal, they called it. We're just applying good old-fashioned common sense to our modern era."

Your conscience twinges. You know that neighborhood. You grew up there. Well-kept historic houses and gardens, apartment buildings renovated with alien technology, 20th century hi-rises, a thriving mall, a busy spaceport, an alien skyscraper or two-- this was not a neighborhood that needed renewal. Not only that, you also know that it voted against him in the last mayoral election.

"But, sir..." you protest. "That doesn't sound like that's very...I mean, knocking down some of those buildings will cost enormous amounts of money. Not to mention the hundreds or thousands of people that live and work there will need new homes and jobs. This will be an ethi--"

Mr. Umbrella raises his eyebrows. You begin to stutter.

"This will be--- uhhhhh, an ethical...enormous, well, an enormous undertaking and--- are...are you sure?" You end lamely.

Mr. Umbrella was not one to be questioned, as his glare indicated. "Yes, I am sure," he says. "The people are crying out for amusement. Who are we to get in their way?"

"But where will the residents go?"

Mr. Umbrella laughs. "That's the point. I don't know, and I don't care. They won't even know what hit 'em," he finishes in a mutter to himself.

You're not sure if the people will still be in the buildings when they're knocked down, and at this point, you're too afraid to ask.

"Look, Mr. Umbrella," you say, "This is a wonderful opportunity, thank you, but I'm just not sure if I..."

Mr. Umbrella snaps his fingers. Two large, vicious looking black implements drop out of the ceiling. In the reflection of his office window, you see two red dots competing for space on your forehead.

"Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ugh errr um errrr" your strangled voice drops to nothing.

Mr. Umbrella turns his office chair toward the window. The glitter of the city lights and the glare of the moon give his sharp silhouette a particularly menacing quality. "I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. Please don't refuse. I would rather you don't face the dire consequences if you should refuse."

You sit silently for what seems like an eternity.

"Well there, I take that as a yes!" Mr. Umbrella cheerfully stands up and turns to face you again, grinning as though greeting an old pal for dinner. "Your salary starts at 10 figures a year."

Your jaw drops to the floor.

"And you start...now!" He snaps his fingers again. Immediately your surroundings shimmer and dissolve, then rematerialize into an empty room with a glowing desk you recognize as a designer's table.

10 figures a year never felt so appealing, you reassure yourself as you sit down to design your first roller coaster.

(Scenario level: Challenging. Goal: To get ,000 a month in ride ticket sales.)