The pair of Elon lookalikes charged into the bunker and ran straight for the cryochamber. It was empty, the door wide open.
The new Elon’s eyes widened.
“We have to find him, quickly,” it said, “before he can get out and make any comments to the public.”
“You will not have to look far.”
The Elon lookalikes turned around. Before they could act, Elon shoved the new Elon into the cryochamber. With the Trump animatronic’s help, he sealed the door closed. He faced the remaining terror-stricken lookalike.
“I run the Elite now,” Elon said, “and I want to go home.”
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Author's Note: This drabble is a sequel to "Planned Deceit", 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
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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Comments (2)
So much intrigue, Stephanie! Loved it, especially “I run the elites now!” Seems like Elon made up with Trump in real life, attending the state reception for MBS and such.
Oh wow, that was some heroic shit hahahaha