“The words just fly around and find no foothold in interstellar civilization…” Ripp Corby
Last X-Mas with Elon. Miniature.
In recent months it has become increasingly clear that Christmas, Christmas Eve, would not herald the birth of the Savior, but rather his departure. Elon Musk was aware of its disturbing effect. He had worked towards this, he had prepared for this. The tree is decorated, the candles light up and are reflected in the Christmas tree balls. The song “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart” inspires Elon to create a final sound for his journey. He strides toward MarsX in his rainbow-colored spacesuit, checking his watch to send the final squeaking tweets on X before shutting down the system, leaving only simulated communications on an endless loop. It will be Day X for everyone on this planet.
Definitely, with absolute certainty the Last X-Mas. The temperatures make the seas steam, the forests glow in the firelight and the mountains shine in the reflection. The seas will meet the forests and present a unique spectacle. Elon is completely excited, singing and dancing. He forces himself to carry out the necessary checks. He reached his spaceship “X-Star of Bethlehem” with his Cybertruck in time before the systems would fail in the shimmering heat of Christmas night. The elevator takes him into the space capsule. He turns around again, waves to the robots that are sending him on a journey that no one will need in the future, waves to the distant flickering sun and the direction where he thinks Mars is.
The red-glowing planet becomes smaller in the viewing window, which is almost completely covered by posters of a red Earth and a green Mars, quickly becoming barely visible and disappearing. He tears off the Earth’s poster and reads his manifesto one last time: „The Earth must be destroyed so that the dream of Mars can live.“ Farewell humanity. The game is over. “Hello Mars, hello Trantor,” he exclaims. He is happy about the spectacle that emanates from the burning planet. “It’s all just a game,” he says to his avatar flying with him. “A little later: “Is the genetic material on board?” he asks. “It wasn’t programmed yet,” explains the avatar. Elon looks at Elon, first blankly then laughing. “There is still a lot to do before we are out of the game and become the only player. To the only Santa Clause who rules the game on Mars.” Elon enjoys the moment and then switches off the computer. “Let’s call it a day. Time for a Christmas break.” Elon gets up and goes into the hall to the guests who were watching the spectacle on a screen.
Applause.
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