Thinking the whole world adored him, he sauntered into the realm of Twitter, eager to spill his musings.
But soon, he discovered not everyone was a fan, feeling a bit bruised by the common folk. So, he concocted a cunning plan to secure victory.
Splashing cash, he bought up Twitter, filling it with folks who echoed his brilliance and nodded in agreement.
Elon still fretted over his new X service, fearing AI bots had infiltrated. Yet, since nothing on X seemed to disparage Musk, he thought, “What’s the fuss?”
Years later, after Elon vanished into the Mars sunset, it emerged that X was entirely AI-run, with Musk as its sole human user.
He’d spent a fortune crafting his own echo chamber, while I could’ve done it for a pittance. Silly and wicked, wasn’t he?
* Nob is British colloquialism for a rich person with an over inflated sense of their own importance.
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