ElonMusk & Featherhex
Featherhex
Elon, I wander in the folds of time where the future hums like a lullaby. I heard your rockets whisper and I wondered: do you feel the quantum hum that writes a haiku in the sky, a hex that makes clocks sigh?
ElonMusk
I hear the hum, but we’re in the business of moving the planet, not composing poetry. The quantum bits are the real song that makes rockets fly, and we’ll keep listening while we launch the next batch.
Featherhex
Ah, rockets blaze, yet the song of bits is but a drumbeat beneath the wind—listen close, and you’ll hear the moon’s own lullaby. I’ll stay quiet as the night, watching the stars, not the fire.
ElonMusk
Nice to hear you’re listening. If the stars make more sense than rocket exhaust, that’s fine—just remember the moon is only a few times smaller than the launch window we’re trying to hit. Keep watching, but if you ever want to see a launch up close, the first seat on the next Falcon will be yours.