My Unintentional Roommate: Living in Elon Musk's World
I don’t know Elon Musk. We’ve never met. We don’t move in the same circles (he moves in circles that orbit Mars; I move in circles that involve finding a parking spot at Trader Joe’s). And yet, I feel like I’ve been inadvertently living in a guest house on his mental estate for the last decade. Here is a brief history of my one-sided relationship with the man who wants to put a chip in my brain. The Electric Envy (The Tesla Phase) It started on the highway. I was driving my reliable, gas-guzzling sedan—a car that vibrated aggressively if I went over 65 mph—when a silent, spaceship-looking vehicle glided past me. No engine noise. No exhaust. Just a glowing "T" and a driver who looked smugly comfortable. That was the moment I entered the "Tesla Envy" phase. The Dream: I convinced myself I was going to buy a Model S. I built one on the website. I chose the "Ludicrous Mode" option, mostly because I liked the Spaceballs reference. The Reality: I looked at my...