All of a sudden, Kaela heard chanting in her chamber, and
they weren’t good at it. I’m the bad guy,
she told herself. What kind of greedy freak would employ her. She’d been in this tomb for five thousand years,
which was totally not her fault.
People came far and wide to seek her strong
ability of foresight. In fact, she’d been
a priestess, but people like to think they should hang around the chick who
dates the god of death or Seth. Common sense, people. She’d forgotten where they put him. His power
flooded through hers regardless, words licking her blood and make her hunger
the poor, foolish souls that she would fry faster than you can put Osiris back
to life.
She
shoved open the coffin, ready to see anything. When you’re evil, you’ve seen a
lot, and all it does is make you want to crawl out of society faster and gaze
carefully. That’s what Kaela did in
life.
“Hello,
my name is Elon Musk” said a man next to the sarcophagus
She’d since crawled up to the edge, in burial clothing
and ancient oils. She didn’t know how he
could stand the stench.
“What
do you want, mortal!” Kaela demanded.
“I
want to rule the world. I want to be the smartest man.”
Nothing
original strayed from that one.
“Indeed,
and why should I give you the sweet juices of my slaves and servants?”
“I
will use them to build paradise for all people in the world,” Musk said.
“Ha,
a wannabe king who can’t even make his own money,” Kaela, the evil one,
laughed. How will you feed them? Am I responsible for that as well?”
“I
can make humanity great again. I have a vision
like no one else – and a heart.” Kaela shook her head.
“Ah,
so you’ve been trading for poppies and getting visions from caves, beautiful poisons
of emotional nonsense, I see. This all makes sense now. Go find some poppies and your days will be peaceful
without an army or an attempt to rule just yourself is what all his it is. Your
father.
Do not seek to own the world. Seek to own yourself.
