Elon feels like death. He’s locked himself in his office and has not stepped out for days. Whenever someone tries to interrupt his efforts to waste away to nothing, he can’t help but snap at them. Most of the time that results in people running away from him crying. He seems to have that effect on people.

He feels his work cell phone ringing in his pocket. Sighing, he picks it up.

“What?” Elon rubs his eyes, with no patience in his ...