Secret Service agents appeared at Elon’s sides and grabbed his arms. By their strength, they had to be animatronics.
“Why?” Elon asked. “If you are sure that I will return to a ruined planet, why not let me leave?”
“If you leave, the others will want to also,” his commanding lookalike replied. “I cannot have you giving them hope. It is not in the best interests of the elite.”
“Which are…?”
“To use up this planet’s resources, then move on to the next.”
“But if we can fix—"
“We cannot!” The lookalike narrowed its eyes. “Throw him into the cryochamber.”
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Author's Note: This drabble is a sequel to "The Break-In", which you can find at the link below.
For all the drabbles from the beginning, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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