The engineering lookalike approached Elon and the commander.
“The spaceship is ready for liftoff,” it said.
Elon nodded and turned to the commanding lookalike.
“This is the last we will ever see of each other,” he said.
“Good,” the commanding lookalike replied. “Do not worry, Earth is in good hands.”
I doubt that, Elon thought.
“Farewell,” he said.
“Farewell.”
With that, Elon entered the spaceship and sat in the captain’s chair. As soon as he turned on the controls, though, a fog rolled in through the vents. Elon’s head began to spin, and darkness closed in around him.
“What the…”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “The Big, Beautiful Deal”, 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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Stephanie Hoogstad
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