An Interview with Elon Musk

“Weee! We’re going to the moon.” Elon picks up a small toy rocket and tosses it halfway up to the ceiling. “We did it! We made it to space!” he shouts.

He gets a serious look in his eye. “But we have to keep going.”

He looks back up and hurls the rocket ship all the way up to the ceiling this time. A warm expression washes over his face as he fills with glee and joy. “WE DID IT!!! WE MADE IT TO THE MOON!” Elon starts trying to run up the foam-padded walls.

His mother puts her hand up to her mouth and slowly begins to shake her head as tears well up in her eyes. “I…I just don’t understand.”

The Musk family could no longer afford the payments to the Denmar Psychiatric Hospital. The Pretoria News outlet of South Africa tasked me with finding out how the family is coping with the situation.

“Was he always this way?” I ask.

“No. Ever since…the incident…in high school, he has gone on and on about how he is making a rocket ship company. About how he is making an electric car company. About how he is making electricity from the sun. He think he’s the CEO of all these companies right now. I don’t know what I can do.”


“We did it Tom! Now what? Oh, okay! We’re going to Mars now!!!”

Elon’s mothers sobs audibly.

“Who is Tom?” I inquire.

“He has an imaginary friend who he thinks he started his company with. Tom is his rocket imagineer.”

“Have you ever tried to talk him out of this?”

“Of course I have. There’s just nothing I can do.”

I nod, and move into the doorway of the chamber. “Elon?”

“Hi. hehe”

“What are you up to?”
“I’m gunna make a train hehe. I’m gonna call it the super duper hyper loopdy-loop!”

“Oh yeah? What is this train going to do?”
“It’s gunna go fast.” Elon blushes a little.

“But why do you want it to go fast, Elon?”

“I like it when things go fast. WOOOOSH!” Elon makes a zipping motion with his hands.

Elon’s Brother, Kimbal, steps up to the doorway with me. In a sharp British accent, he calmly says “Elon, is everything alright?”

“I’m the Chief Executive Billionaire!!”

“Elon, you’re not the chief of any company. They don’t exist.” Kimbal explains.

Elon’s expression grows dark as he stares intently at his brother. “There is a 99% chance the universe is a simulation! You don’t exist!”

Elon begins foaming at the mouth and snarling.

“Elon, please wake up.” his brother pleads. “Please.”

Elon begins charging at his brother, teeth bared as he makes a head first lunge to the doorway. I step back as Kimbal slams the door of the chamber in his brother’s face. He turns to me, his eyes filled with utter shock, loss, and remorse. Muffled snarling and growling can be heard coming from behind the door.

Elon’s mother walks up to the doorway of the foam-padded chamber with a shotgun.

“No, mama!” Kimbal shouts.

“There’s no hope for him now, Kimbal. He’s suffering. You know we’ve got to do it.” she says with a quiver in her voice.

“Yes, mama. But he was my brother. I’ll do it.”

Kimbal takes the shotgun, stares down the barrel, and pulls the trigger.

It has been reported that some patients in a coma, while unconscious, would retreat into a fantasy world. In this catatonic state, the patient lived in a world just like their normal one. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.