Elon snuck from drawer to drawer, searching the desk.
Suddenly, the light turned on.
“What are you doing?” his commanding lookalike demanded.
“I am retrieving what is mine!”
Elon snatched his propulsion plans and held them in the air.
“I cannot let you leave with those,” his lookalike said, “and you must stop the rocket launches immediately.”
“Why? Bezos is launching rockets!”
“He is not trying to return to a ruined world.”
“We can fix it!”
“It is too late for that.”
“I am going home, and I will fix everything.”
The lookalike stepped forward.
“I cannot let that happen.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Trump 2.0”, the link to which can be found below.
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