Trump 2.0
Sequel to Thirty Seconds After Midnight
Elon hovered over the Imagineer as he reprogrammed the Trump animatronic.
“So, he will recognize me as his master above all the others now, correct?” he asked.
“He should,” the Imagineer replied.
“And the code phrase?”
“Encoded into his memory banks, waiting for you to say it.”
“And he will only obey if my voice says it, right?”
“That’s the idea.” The Imagineer hesitated. “Why do you want all these upgrades, anyway?”
Elon thought back to the video of his ruined home world and his stolen propulsion plans.
“I have my reasons. Now, finish up before anyone finds us here.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Thirty Seconds After Midnight”, the link to which can be found below.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
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