All that Glitters left the planet long ago

Our fetish with Gold is borne out of our ancient history.

The Ancient Flying saucer Cargo Cult cross breeders/gene splicers of "man" had a need for Gold.

They needed it mined supposedly for the atmosphere of their Planet.

They mined it themselves until they got tired and created the slaves by splicing their DNA with the most intelligent of Earth's inhabitants, making sure to remove the genes that gave the creatures enormous physical strength so technically we did not evolve but got some extra"special"terrestrial sauce spliced with devolved earth matter.

Per ancient Sumerian Archeological findings, the Spaceshipers called the modified being "Looloo Amelou" and voila "modern" man was born and bred......for slave labor.

Too bad some of the modern Archeologists who discovered this fact did not even know that today the Aramaic word "looloo" stands for precious jewelry(usually pearls) and "amelou" means worker hence jewelry worker or mine worker for the tools.

The descendants of the mine slaves became genetically and socially conditioned to value Gold above all else and since most of it was mined away vs the majority of the rest of the elements, it became very precious and very hard to mine since the easy stuff was already mined by the ones who rode on the Chariots of "fire"(aka spacecraft) of the myriad of ancient religious texts, Sumerian cuneiform tablets and passed down Gilgameshistic Noah tales that survived constant Earth changes like floods, volcanic activity, tectonic plate/polar/crustal shifts.

The most fantastic thing about this tale is that it is the fact that shaped our history but don't let that bother the people who think they've got it all figured out and are laughing at the "absurdity" of such a tale.

You can get back to hoarding that Gold but unless you are adept at converting it to something that is needed for human sustainability, what will you do when the coming massive solar flare melts it all around you if not on you if you like wearing it?

Drink it? Wait for it to cool down and eat it?(yes I know about the $1000 Gold sprinkled dessert)

Barter away post apocalypse necessities for it?

In a post disaster world, even fools would not care for Gold unless it can improve their life of get them off the mortal coil to another planet that may be more hospitable to human life.

It's the final countdown. The only question is: can we terraform Venus and nudge it to a more hospitable location?