“It seems that Grok denying the existence of Trump’s comments about Rob Reiner’s murder has backfired,” one of Elon’s lookalikes remarked.
“We will just wait until the major news outlets report on it and then act as though Grok never did that,” another replied. “The idiots will never question it.”
“I don’t know about that,” Vivian said from the door.
The lookalikes narrowed their eyes.
“You,” one said. “Where is Elon?”
“Using your robots to round up the rest of you creeps.” Vivian smirked. “Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.”
* * *
Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “The New Puppet Master”, 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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Comments (3)
Love that last line.
I like Vivian as a badass heroine in this saga.
Vivian is soooo badass! I love her!