1 My life is perfect but

Do not take my fanfiction serious I'm just making his dream come true.

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Me! The Nicola Tesla of this generation.

Elon musk, the epitome of child-serious attitude, also the third richest man on the face of Earth, smoke pot in a podcast, turned my college apartment into a night club, requests memes from my fans in Twitter, and even cucked the legendary Jonny Depp with his wife "Amber heard," and had a threesome with The supermodel Ciara and her in my massive mansion;

Ah! I made a fire shotgun once for boomers and sold out in a matter of minutes.

Five kids and one robot, one ex-wife, and countless ex-girlfriends, I can make a harem in my sleep if I wanted, but I have high standards not like you virgins at this site, ok?

I'm sure I saw it all; my genius brain is so developed that it process words faster than my mouth, making me stutter.

As a result, those haters reports that still struggling to pay rent think It's genetic, which pisses me off;

Tesla is gradually taking over the automobile scene, and that bastard balls sack head Jeff Bezos is soon going to get face slapped by my growing wealth; I mean, copying SpaceX wasn't enough. He even mocks any new idea growing company and crushes it before it even rises.

But soon he is going to have to copy these nuts; I swore on my AxE A-Xii that cheating turtle neck would get taken down by me in the Forbes list, but let me finish this weed joint first; a man needs to get his inspiration somehow.

Beating records after records, I made everyone who doubted me die in envy of my success, "Huh? Give up one company? So you can save one?"

Boy, I don't give up my masterpieces; both of them are saved from the crisis, and my lawyers can say hello to my cash, little ass bitches.

Nevertheless, I never feared a man; besides the flat earth theory folks, they scare the shit out of me.

I made friends with Donald Trump, but well, I need to ghost him soon and get on Biden's right side; my calculations said Kanye west is going to win, but boi, I was totally wrong; he only got votes from his hood and neighbors.

However, all these exciting things happened in my life, but I have never been thrilled. What was missing? I always thought of this question.

But my awesome fans enlightened me, "What if I'm actually an alien from outer space?"

Day after day, these ideas cross my mind, and this year, I no longer can stop the stream of thoughts sleeplessly tormenting me.

Adding that my mother in law is being a bitch to me after I married her young weeb daughter was also a factor of me saying fuck it, I might actually be an alien.

And from then on, I started shaping my plan to visit mars; first, I called Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg and informed him about my future project.

He gladly accepted; Zuck was tired of giving people 30-day bans and missed his lizard people; it turned out he was collecting all that data to understand the human race, and give his people a better chance of fitting in.

Such a poor soul.

We, Secretary, spend all our funds and manipulated NASA to think that we are taking people with us to live there to have more money.

To be honest, The only thing Nasa should fund is their security system, but hey, they hooked me up, so I won't shit on them.

Days went on, and finally, after three years, the project has been completed; Zuck and I went out to drink for a final celebration.

"Maaan! We finally would try some alien pizza!"

"Yes, I can't wait, Elon!"

You can't blame me, ok? Everyone's dream is interspace sex, or at least that was my mine since I watched Yoda.

A loud commotion broke up in front of the bar, "Holy shit! Is that Bezos?"