“You had Trump shut down DOGE eight months early?” Elon demanded of his lookalike. “How did you even do that? He only obeys me!”
“The Imagineers found a way around that,” the lookalike replied.
Elon shook his head.
“I need to get those Optimus robots online,” he grumbled.
“You do.” His lookalike smirked. “The point is, we cannot have the humans knowing how much influence we have over their government.”
Elon rolled his eyes, then glanced down as his phone vibrated.
I know what you are. I know what you have planned. Stop now, or I will tell the world.
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Dark Meat”, the link to which can be found below.
To read the whole drabble series from the beginning, check out the Elon the Alien Index.
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Comments (3)
Oh, a new mysterious character!
I thought we were living in the darkest timeline. I see you are trying to disprove the theory. Nice series continuation.
Oooo, I wonder who that text is from. So suspenseful!