Musk
Musk is a fragrance (perfume) made from the sweat glands of rats – just so you know.
There is, of course, another kind of musk, and who knows, there might even be more. Recently, I was approached by a stranger from SpaceX. Now, that sounds fascinating and is somewhat reminiscent of some distant planet.
The question posed was about the future and the current state of the world.
My first reaction was: Who are you?
In response, I was shown an ID and asked not to show it to others, and well, now I really fancy showing it to others anyway. Strange, isn’t it? If that comment hadn’t been made, it would never have occurred to me to share it.
My next question was: Why are you asking me that? Let’s be honest, I’m rarely on social media these days, and that goes double for X. I just don’t feel much like it. During the short time I was on there, I mainly did it to share links to posts from this platform. I don’t really see the point in it at the moment; it’s all extra work and it doesn’t benefit me in any way. I’ve never made a friend via that platform, and the same goes for Facebook and all that other nonsense.
Of course, I could have asked Musk to send a photo of himself holding, say, a potato or something equally daft – you’re probably familiar with certain communities on Steemit that make you do all sorts of odd things to verify your identity.
I decided not to do that; instead, I thought I didn’t need to bother writing in English, and anyway, he can speak Dutch as he’s South African. I have to say it took him ages to translate everything and reply, and we didn’t really get anywhere.
He was insisting that I open some sort of account and start investing, whilst I told him it would be a bit pointless if the power cuts out soon, because then we’d all be left with nothing.
So the conversation went back and forth a bit with long pauses in between, as I had better things to do.
I also asked when he was leaving for Mars. There was no answer to that, although there was a heated response that he was investing his precious time in me and that I should take the fall of the deep dive seriously.
To be honest, that’ll take some time, and I told him as much; after all, we don’t all have eternal life, and that’s the last thing I’d want.
To which he replied curtly: ‘Open up now, just get to the point… and start.’
In the end, I replied that he’d be better off investing in Tron and betting on China rather than on his new Fatherland.
The final response was: 👍
I’ve just blocked him; he’s clearly not going to Mars, and there’s no free Tesla in it either. I assume he needs the driving itself thing himself since his driver's license is no longer valid.
4-4-2026
Prompt: see title
The Photo was taken by me - unless mentioned otherwise
What a character, someone who doesn't know what to do with money. I wonder, does that man know every corner of the Earth, enough to want to go to Mars?
0.00 SBD,
0.01 STEEM,
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I doubt Musk knows the entire planet, but most likely Mars is meant to deport humans just like England did back then with their criminal ls to Australia.
If it comes to the one I spoke it is most likely a scam. That thumbs up I received because I said I won't live that long (who knows I receive N invitation for Mars soon).
At least he didn't try to seduce you by pretending to be George Clooney or Brad Pitt? Well, that's the bad thing about social media, there are many trying to ensnare us.
George Clooney wouldn't make a change, who knows Brad Pitt would..🤔 nooo.. it you ask me this is scam otherwise he would have told me when he would emigrate to Mars and leave me his latest Tesla (not those first with many bugs).
I would prefer in my case his money, because their Tesla is not my kind of car and I even guess no one in my country could repair a Tesla. By the way, the cyber truck is the most ugliest vehicle I never ever seen!
There are a lot of these scams around. I once had a Keanu Reeves texted me.