Elon Musk, not to be confused with the smell emitted by the male muskrat during mating season, is an actual human being - or so the legends say. He's one of those rare specimens who can simultaneously run multiple interstellar companies and still find time to tweet about the existential ennui of being a super-intelligent hairless ape. Responsible for sending cars into space because the M25 was just too conjested, and for digging tunnels because apparently, in the future, we all live like manic moles.
If you're keen on brushing shoulders with this entrepreneurial wunderkind, it's best to hover around any site scheduled for a rocket launch. Watch out for falling boosters though; they're known to be quite the party poopers.
You can locate this peculiar Earthling by tracking the faint scent of ambition and rocket fuel, usually in the vicinity of SpaceX launch pads or wherever the term 'innovation' is being shouted the loudest.
Avoid asking him for a small loan of a billion credits, challenging him to a Mars habitat building contest, or making eye contact with the Neuralink chip in his head.
It's rumored that Elon Musk's first words were not 'mama' or 'dada', but rather 'market cap', much to the confusion of his economically uninclined parents.
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