✋The “Right Hand” of Elon Musk or: How I Almost Crashed a Cybertruck Party

Hey there, my lovelies,

grab a cuppa, because I’ve got a tale so wild it could star in a Netflix comedy special!

Picture this: April 5, 2025. I’m feeling like a half-charged Tesla battery, and out of nowhere, I get a message from someone claiming to be the “right hand” of Elon Musk.
Yup, that Elon. My first thought? “This is gonna be good.”

Spoiler alert: It was, but not in the way I expected.

This mystery person—let’s call them “X-Agent” for kicks—comes in hot:

“I’m on Elon’s team! He’s obsessed with your support, you’re basically his fan club MVP!

Your posts inspire him to colonize Mars!”
For a hot second, I felt like the queen of X.

But then came the plot twist: “Oh, and beware of scammers pretending to be Elon. We’re hunting them down with the FBI and Interpol!”
Ding-ding-ding! My scam radar went off louder than a SpaceX rocket launch.

Interpol? I’ve already had written contact with a so-called “Interpol” before—they just wanted Steam gift cards! Super legit, right?

Still, I’m nosy, so I keep reading.
X-Agent goes on: “Elon wants a personal connection with you! I can hook you up with exclusive chats, Q&As, maybe a virtual coffee during the X online tour!”
I’m like, “Hold up, Elon, the guy tweeting memes and building spaceships, wants to hang with me?”

My skepticism was so huge, you could’ve seen it from the International Space Station.
I even told X-Agent about my rough patch, and they played the sympathy card.
“Elon can help!” they said. Sure, because Elon’s totally running a life-coaching side hustle.

The chats got flakier than a bad Wi-Fi signal. “So busy!” was their go-to excuse.
Uh, who isn’t busy these days?

Then, today, the grand finale: X-Agent had total amnesia!

Forgot our whole convo and tried to rope me into some
Cybertruck event. A Cybertruck? Me?

I’m out here dodging gas station prices with my ancient hatchback! 🚗💨

That was it—I was done. I backed up the chat on a USB stick, just in case I decide to write a blockbuster thriller someday.

In the end, I reported and blocked X-Agent. Man, woman, or rogue AI? No clue, but they’re gone. Honestly, I’m not holding my breath that X will dig into this.

They’ve got enough on their plate keeping the platform from crashing.
But it felt good to hit that block button.

So, folks, how gullible do these scammers think we are?

And all in the name of Elon Musk, the guy launching rockets and tweeting like it’s an Olympic sport?🚀

Stay sharp out there, my friends! If someone messages you sounding like they’re auditioning for a spy movie, just say “nope” and block ’em faster than you can say “Tesla.”

And by the way: I can back all of this up—I painstakingly saved the chat history on a USB stick, so this is the real deal!

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