Origin of The Term "gort Cloud"
According to the book, "The Gort Cloud", the author created the name:
The inspiration for that moniker lies in the Oort cloud, named after the astronomer Jan Hendrik Oort. The Oort cloud is a vast field of stellar debris that orbits the Solar System. We can only detect it electronically and view its effects, mostly in the form of the occasional comet it tosses back into our neighborhood. This seems to perfectly describe the gort cloud, a vast green network made up of untidy bits that is most easily detected through electronic means and that has a huge effect on the evolution of green business.
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