The Spawn of Elon

The year is 2222. An alien armada just disengaged it’s cloaking device and reveled itself amassed near the earths moon. Anybody at an organization with the capability to witness there arrival appears dumbstruck for a moment. Then their expressions and actions quickly change to a more fearful state. As they frantically reach for phones to inform whomever they must of what has just occurred.

"Who? What? Where? Thats impossible."

"It seems sir it’s possibility is not in question. Its been confirmed by NSA‘s A.I. recognition software. Fingerprints match. Retinas match. Voice is a match. It’s him sir. Though he appears to have barely aged in the two hundred years since he went missing"

"Was the rest of the crew with him Major?"

”No sir. The rest of SPACE X 9 crew is alive and well on the planet they crashed landed on a two century‘s ago. According to Elon they came into contact with a wormhole near the rings of Saturn. That spit them out on a planet in an unknown galaxy and soon discovered a very welcoming alien civilization. There living in a habitable environment by human standards as well. It seems they assimilated in with the natives quite easily. And their customs (SpaceXcrew) eventually became the norm. Spreading thru out the local population"

"Thats a good bit of info Major. Has Elon already been interviewed?"

"No sir he sent a group text to most of the worlds leaders. Explaining such just moments before the armada became visible to earths inbound detection sentry’s. Check your cell Mr President"

"I assume Major we’re on full alert and the dome has been activated to shoot down any inbound payloads. We have to assume this is an alien ploy to keep our guard down"

"Yes sir and your security council is convening in the war room"

"Ok well shit! Lets get down there Major"

"Oh sir and another thing everything on earth powered by Tesla energy cells has received numerous updates to improve efficiency just in the last two minutes. The downloads are still running in fact"

"The invasion has begun Major. See to it everyone is dressed for battle when they arrive. I don’t expect a friendly homecoming"

"Settle down Mr. President. It is I Elon. The Sons of Elon are the most compassionate of people. We breath oxygen and consume food no different than yourself. And are shit stinks as well. We mean you no harm"

Is heard over the p.a. System in the White House. In a voice similar to Elons it is thought.