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Elon Musk stands in his dark bedroom, the floor covered in trash and dirty laundry. In the past, he would make his wife clean it up. But ever since the third divorce, he’s had trouble finding a partner. It turns out money isn’t everything, and it is possible to be such a net negative on the world to outweigh being a billionaire. He hasn’t actually spoken to a real person in months, as not even his kids are willing to talk to him. Musk has had a long day of managing his numerous twitter accounts, taking care of the false dynamics between each of them to make himself look more popular.
As he crawls into his crusty bed after a long seventeen hour day, his eyes are practically collapsing in on themselves. Even with the dozens of energy drink cans littered across his floor, he still can’t manage to stay awake any longer. The glowing rectangles of his monitors are almost burnt into his eyes as his thoughts are plagued by the lives of innocent LGBTQ children.
A young woman named Elena stands by the ocean, grains of sand under her feet while the waves crash in and out. It’s a full moon tonight, and the sky is completely cloudless and full of stars. Her outfit is fit for a young girl on the beach, much too cold for a night like this one, yet she feels completely comfortable. Her mind is at peace, for what feels like the first time in her entire life.
Elon Musk awakes with a jolt, only having been asleep for a few hours at most. This dream wasn’t anything new to him, he had been tormented by this woman for years now. As his half-asleep mind angers at being awoken, his body remembers the feeling of peace and content in his dream. Musk rarely remembers anything from his few sleeping hours, but he knows he’s had a similar dream to that every night for years now.
Weirdly, he remembers the dream being from the point of view of the woman. He remembers living in the body of that woman, the calm and pacified state. If he were fully awake, he would have begun revolting at these thoughts by now. But as he is now, all he can think of is how nice that dream was. He recalls her name. “Elena”, and how closely tied he felt to that name. As ‘Elon’ Musk falls back into the abyss of sleep, ‘he’ vows to find this woman. To feel the same sensation of being her. Though he doesn’t know what this means, and in the morning he’ll be infuriated that he ever thought of these things or promised anything, the road ahead of him will be a long one.