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The Cryochamber
Two Secret Service animatronics shoved Elon’s unconscious body into the cryochamber. “Remember, Mr. President, I am Elon Musk now,” the commanding Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
He Still Wants to Go Home
"Hello, Elon?" "Yes, Mr.President, sir." "So Tesla shareholders approved your one-trillion dollar benefit package." "That's right, sir."
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Fiction
Farewell
The engineering lookalike approached Elon and the commander. “The spaceship is ready for liftoff,” it said. Elon nodded and turned to the commanding lookalike.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Big, Beautiful Deal
“You take our spaceship back home,” the commanding lookalike said. Elon arched a brow. “What about you?” he asked. “What about when the Earth’s resources run out?”
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Return of Elon
“How did you…?” “I was never on the rocket,” Elon said. “I figured you would sabotage it, so I made it look like I was on there.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
THE ASHMOOR LEGACY (Part 2)
Start writing...Dawn didn't break; it leaked. A pale, sickly grey light infiltrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling greasy and cold. It did little to dispel the shadows that clung like dark mould to the sharp, brutalist corners of Ashmoor Hall. The house, by day, felt even more oppressive—a silent, concrete tomb waiting for night to fall again.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
Next Steps
“Curse E’lon,” the commanding Elon lookalike muttered as it skimmed through some paperwork. “He never told us about the operational milestones Tesla will have to hit for us to get those stocks.”
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Princess Who Walked on the Moon
Princess Elara’s world was a gilded cage. Her life was a meticulously scheduled tapestry of state dinners, embroidery lessons, and waving from balconies. Her kingdom was a beautiful, smothering jewel, and she was its most prized possession, locked safely inside. Her only escape was the royal observatory, where she would chart the constellations and dream of the one place her royal guards could not follow: the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Launch
Too late to stop the rocket from launching, Elon’s lookalikes disguised themselves as tourists and dispersed among the spectators outside Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
Cape Canaveral
With his lookalikes’ spacecraft heavily guarded, Elon had no choice but to commandeer one of his own rocket launches in Cape Canaveral.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction