Two Secret Service animatronics shoved Elon’s unconscious body into the cryochamber.
“Remember, Mr. President, I am Elon Musk now,” the commanding Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
The Trump animatronic stared as the Secret Service animatronics sealed Elon inside the cryochamber.
“Mr. President?”
“Yes, yes,” the Trump animatronic said. “You are Elon now.”
“Good. Come, we must get going. We have an appointment with the imagineer to look at those weird bruise-like stains on your hands.”
The commanding lookalike left the bunker, and the Secret Service animatronics followed. The Trump animatronic took one last look at the cryochamber before departing.
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Farewell”, 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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