Adam Smith is more than an economist, he's a legendary superhero in Riskail, one who fought against the horrid apparatarchists, vile conformunists, and other forces that stood against the mighty empire ruled over by the majestic old man on the purple mountain whose great white house was flanked by shining seas. Smith is rumored to be one of the Patriots interred within hallowglass and nanoridium. He sleeps a timeless slumber waiting to be recalled to life beside Jefferson, Hamilton of Macedonia, Alger the Amazing Self-Made Man also known as the Boot-Strapper, Warlord Patton and his demi-canid mechanized cavalry corps, Ford the Industrealist, Carnegie the Magnifient Librarian, Roosevelt-Prime, the Euphoreconomicon's scribe Galbraith--who also is believed to be one of the primary authors of the Analects of the Capitalists, The Masked Gipper with his pin-striped war-monkey, and the other magnificent Rough Riders who defended the Freemarkets, reigned-in the excesses of the Robber-Barons (Carnegie himself having been redeemed from amongst their ranks to become a stalwart member of the band). Few remember any longer the ancient tales of their greatest battles against the insidious market-forces of Fu Manchu, the Red Saint Lenin and his maniacal beetletariat, the mad bear-monk Rasputin, or the fearsome wrath of Uncle Joe Stalin.
But that is Riskail. Here and now, in the waning years of the Toxic Age, we know the True Story of Adam Smith and his works, don't we?