With his lookalikes’ spacecraft heavily guarded, Elon had no choice but to commandeer one of his own rocket launches in Cape Canaveral.
“You’re taking over the launch?” the engineer asked, aghast. “But it’s unmanned—“
“I do not care!” Elon exclaimed. “Just tell the rest of ground control. And change the launch coordinates to these.”
The engineer checked the message on his smartphone.
“But sir, these are for the middle of space. The rocket’ll never make it there—“
“Do it!”
The engineer nodded, his eyes wide, and turned to his computer.
Elon rushed out of ground control.
“I am headed home.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Escape!”, the link to which can be found below.
To read the entire drabble series from the beginning, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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