“I heard you are asking for $1 trillion from Tesla,” the commanding Elon lookalike said as it looked over the bunker plans.
“Yes, it seems like a fair sum.”
“What do you plan to do with all that money?”
“Not sure. Why?”
“Surely you have some idea. Build a private fleet of self-driving cars…program robot servants…create a better propulsion system.”
The lookalike stared Elon in the eyes. Elon swallowed.
“Check your suit pocket.”
Elon took the paper out of his pocket. Under the lookalike’s watchful eyes, he unfolded it and read the scribbles on it.
You are not going home.
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Grokipedia”, the link to which can be found below.
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