Musk wants to go to Mars. To get away, presumably, from all the inferior earthlings. Inferior to him, that would be, by Muskian reckoning. Some other privileged private equity types, hedge fund honchos and Social Darwinists will undoubtedly follow, intent on breeding a master race from scratch.
But a world needs underlings to work. These they'll have, paid and powerless, and probably sterilized. You can see the point, it being where we're heading anyway, oligarchically, but faster. I say there will be enmity among the supermen. There always is because they are huge alphas. Obsessed with their mojo.
Like Musk. Which mojo they try to buy.
So there will be murder on Mars, or Planet Musk, in the absence of legal authority. On the model of Henry VIII, I bet. Maybe wives rolling in and out as with Henry, or sister wives as modeled by some Mormons, since the need and drive for reproduction will be great and perhaps competitive.
I still foresee murder. And a hell of a good story. On a planet probably doomed to be renamed X, or who knows what the fuck. Anything but Planet Trump. Wait. If Donald could be marooned there I'd be open to it. Anything to be rid of him. Give him a fucking planet. Let him fight it out with Musk.
I'm so sick of these rich assholes.
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