He says: “Well, assume all the resources in the world.”
The engineers say: “Well, clearly not all the resources. Not the resource of ‘time.’”
He says: “Okay, all the money. We’ll buy more engineers.”
They say: “It doesn't work like that; at some point you need to test it in the real world. And to do so safely requires time. But let's pretend all the money in the world, all the engineers and testers we can find, as there is still a lot of real-world testing that you just can't trim away, okay, maybe 10 years. Of course that's a hypothetical that can't really…”
But by then Samsamelo has walked away.
Samsamelo then goes straight to the media and, of course, potential investors: “My trolley will be ready in one year!”
Blatant lie, you say. But Samsamelo thinks, this way I can get the investors to provide the money that then can make the trolley happen within 10 years, not 20.
Samsamelo says to the investors: “How will I do it? Arty Ingineer! No more relying on people to pull trolleys. In fact, everyone can just sit back, drink mint julips, and let my wondrous Arty Ingineer do it all.”
He continues: “Think about how good this will be to society! Lives will be saved that no longer need to wait for slow horses. The planet will be saved from all the bad stuff those horses’ poop make! Then in a few years we won't need tracks. Soon flying trolleys! Soon trolleys to outer space! Where we can create trolley systems on other planets! Maybe we will transcend into half-trolley half-human UberTrolleys that can trolley on for infinity!”