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CH 17
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Meanwhile on Mars…
Grimes held up a martini and a blue balloon and smiled, clinking her glass with David Bowie for a picture for Vogue. She was so bored of fame, parties, and celebrities. She started writing a song in her head while Mini her pet monkey fed her some pineapple.
Meanwhile Elon Musk was downstairs in Peter Thiel's cigar lounge in the basement. He was sitting on a ruched legless red leather sofa in patent leather opera pumps with a cognac and Peter Thiel and his partner Matt both wearing tuxedo. A slinky chrome robot offered them some finger food, Wilbur, a young chrome android with a thick crop of red wavy hair in a rockabilly style.
"Thanks Wilbur."
"No problem, sire."
"Let's face it boys, What the world needs is technical solutions." Said Elon. They all drank to that.
"What if we start an organ harvesting program to create jobs on Mars?" Said Peter, "just throwing it out there!"
Putin popped his head in and howling "Musky boy!"
"Vladmir get in here! Ha Ha Ha!" Elon threw his head back and laughed. "Come in here, come on, come over here!" He threw Putin into a bear hug. Putin threw his head back laughing and crossed himself. Wilbur took Putin's white gloves and folded them on a silver tray that slid out of his ribcage then offered him an antique cigar.
Elon smiled "How was the show?"
"It was great! Everything's going according to our plan! All the tourists are lined up for the blood sacrifice."
Peter's eye glinted. "I'll drink to that fellas!" He raised his glass and they all laughed evilly.
"OK- no more shop talk! Show me those golf clubs already!" Elon winked.
Upstairs Grimes left the terrace and casually wandered inside drawn to a painting of a red bird in flight over a lava ocean. She posted a selfie on Instagram with the caption "do all angels have wings?"and a shrug emoji. She listened to a voice mail from Giles about a blood ritual again and called him twice but couldn't get through. Suddenly she felt really hungry. She popped onto the veranda and took a blood pill. Elon texted her: Hey poppet ;p let's meet on the roof. The moons shone like two skimpy eyes in the sultry night breeze.
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