Too late to stop the rocket from launching, Elon’s lookalikes disguised themselves as tourists and dispersed among the spectators outside Cape Canaveral.
The lookalikes watched as the rocket lifted off without a hitch. Higher and higher into the sky it went, leaving behind a trail of smoke and flames.
“What do we do now?” one of the lookalikes asked their commander.
The commanding lookalike raised its hand, waiting.
When the rocket was barely visible in the sky, a fireball erupted where it had been, sending gasps throughout the crowd.
“Now,” the commanding lookalike said with a grin, “I am Elon.”
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Author’s Note: Is this the end of Elon as we know him? The beginning of new—possibly worse—Elon? Stay tuned to find out!
This drabble is a sequel to “Cape Canaveral”, the link to which can be found below.
To read the entire drabble series from the beginning, visit the Elon the Alien Index.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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