[ WP ] Elon Musk is actually a disguised alien who bet his friend that he could bring Earth to `` Technology Level 10 '' in one human lifetime .

`` I'm telling you, *any* planet, *any* race, one *equivalent* lifetime,'' Lon'e said. `` It's just a matter of getting the others on board. But I could guarantee you that I can get them six levels higher than they are.'' 
 
 `` Six?'' Dwar'e laughed, `` You're fooling yourself. There's no way. Not only could you not do it, but if you think the Panel is going to let you do this --'' 
 
 `` *Let* me? I invented the damn machine in the first place!'' Lon'e slammed his drink down and shook his head, `` I already told you the math, already told you how the machine works, already told you the Panel will let me do what I want.'' 
 
 `` Okay, so I get to pick the race?'' 
 
 Lon'e perked his eyes up and hiccuped. `` You pick the race. I got the thingy-mabob right over in my office. But keep in mind, if you pick some single-celled organism shit, that's against the rules.'' 
 
 He laughed, `` Okay, yeah yeah, I wo n't be a *fonid* about it. But there's plenty of others to choos from, you're sure you're down for this?'' 
 
 Lon'e drank the last of his beverage, a hard mix between alcohol and flavored water from his home galaxy. It was n't often he went out, nor was it often he went into tangents about how great his machine worked. Nor was it often that he placed bets on the future of a single race. 
 
 Then again, Lon'e did just receive the Galactic Peace Award back at home, so he thought, and was always thinking, that anything he did could never go wrong. But Dwar'e was just looking at the list of races when an idea came to him. Sure, Lon'e was smart, probably the smartest Euro he ever met, but there was no way he could fix the problems in Quadrant Fourteen-Echo without causing more problems for the Panel. Something he, and he though Lon'e, desperately wanted. 
 
 It had been years since any single Euranion had taken a ship near that quadrant, let alone inside of it, and the Panel's official stance on the state of that Galactic area was `` No comment.'' Unofficially, it was condemned as a failed experiment by some Euranion who had drifted into history as dust and echoes. The only thing they left behind was The QFE's problems. 
 
 Lon'e stared at Dwar'e as he scrolled through the list of races and their technological level. Past the tribals of Quadrant Nineteen-Tango, past the rebellions of Quadrant Eight-Zeta and even past the technological masterminds, who were still only tier seven, of Quadrant Twenty-three-Lima. He saw his hand linger over one quadrant, who's technology level was a whopping *Four* on the Euranion scale and who, for all Lon'e had tried to forget, was still a forefront of every scientist and politician's platform. 
 
 `` No, you *fonid*, pick someone else.'' 
 
 `` C'mon, they're not breaking the rules! Tech level four, advanced micro-organism, brainiacs --'' 
 
 `` And maniacs. You know as well as I do that *that* would n't be allowed.'' 
 
 `` To be quite honest, probably not. But imagine them at a tech-level that could rival our own. *Humans* with some of the most advanced technology in the universe. Technology that could cover this entire galaxy.'' 
 
 `` Technology that could reach *home*. What would you do if they walked onto your doorstep?'' 
 
 `` With Tier Ten tech? Probably as much as the next Euranion. But that's not the point.'' 
 
 `` What is the point then Dwar'e?'' 
 
 `` How long have we been on top, Lon'e? How long have the Euranions conquered?'' 
 
 Lon'e flicked his straw, `` Thousands of years. Millions maybe. Time is as irrelevant as space is to us now.'' 
 
 `` Precisely.'' 
 
 Lon'e chuckled to himself. He and Dwar'e had been bond-Eura's for a long time now. Dwar as his bodyguard, confidant, assistant, and basically everything else and him as one of the Panel's many `` young'' scientists, creators, and builders. For a long time, they had scoured galactic quadrants and built what was needed to be built. They were done here, in the MWG, and as always they had some drinks. And they talked. 
 
 They talked about their people. `` You think we've outlived our purpose?'' 
 
 `` Your words, not mine.'' 
 
 Lon'e laughed, `` *My* words. How long has it been since the Panel cared about any of their Builders words?'' Dwar'e remained silent as he thought out loud. `` Maybe you are right, maybe our time building has come to an end.'' 
 
 `` So what will you do?'' 
 
 `` The bet is one lifetime.'' Lon'e glanced over to his bond-mate. `` How long can you give me?'' 
 
 `` One lifetime. That's around 80 years for humans. That's nothing to us.'' 
 
 Lon'e poured the last of the mix and drank it in one full-swoop. He longed for the days when he was just graduating and making his bonds. When he had n't scoured a hundred dozen galaxies building what the Euranion Panel wanted him to build. Putting their word first, their ideology, their belief that they created the universe. 
 
 They created nothing, Lon'e knew. Only echoes of their word for the species that would get to Tier Eight. Then, by the Eura's laws they would either burn themselves in war and strife. Or be burned by the Panel's Legions. 
 
 No more conquering. No more building. No more destroying. 
 
 Lon'e had dedicated his life to maintaining the universe. Over the last hundred thousand years he had realized he had dedicated his life to the fire of the universe. To letting it all burn beneath the Panel. 
 
 No more, he thought. `` I'll see you in a lifetime then brother.'' 
 
 Dwar'e smiled, `` Til then my brother.'' 
 
 Lon'e smiled. 
 
 `` Til then.'' 
 
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 *No continuation on this one, sorry everyone! *
