Chapter 5 – Divine Proxy: The Elon Displacement
Chapter 5 – Divine Proxy: The Elon DisplacementDate: July 5, 2026Time: 2:00 PM PSTLocation: Private Tesla Studio, Silicon Valley
The camera faded in to the familiar setting of Arthur—still wearing Elon's face, though now elevated to that divine, sculpted version that had become unmistakable. The backdrop was minimal, matte-black walls lit with thin horizontal white beams—Tesla's signature clean tech aesthetic. He sat in complete stillness at a carbon-black desk, fingers laced, a single Mythion-Ion powered lamp casting sharp shadows across the contours of his face.
No intro music. No dramatic cut. Just his voice—serious, calm, resonant.
"Update on the cars," he said, leaning slightly toward the lens. "Let's talk."
The world watched. Streams had started fifteen seconds ago, and already thirty-two million live viewers were connected. TikTok was crashing. Twitter—well, X—had a server hiccup. YouTube Live had launched a temporary mirror network just to keep the broadcast stable.
"I know there's been a lot of excitement—and rightfully so. We've broken every pre-order record in automotive history. We've redesigned what cars are," Arthur continued, voice steady, no theatrics.
He clicked a small Tesla Remote on the desk, and a minimalist graph appeared on the screen behind him: a golden Tesla "T" icon at the center, branching off into six tiers of vehicle lines.
Arthur spoke clearly, almost like a teacher delivering a truth the world had waited for.
"Here's where we stand. All Premium Tier vehicles and below—Core, Nova, Grid, Ranger, Coda, Echo—those have officially begun production and rollout. As of this morning, 10,000 units have already been sold. Yes, sold. Paid. Shipped. Tracked."
He nodded once.
"These vehicles are manufactured using a high-speed modular factory process. Mythion-Ion packs, Neosteel lightweight frames, smart interiors—all integrated into the mass line. This is where Tesla hits the everyday world with next-gen power."
A chart lit up briefly with factory names and output statistics. Shanghai. Berlin. Texas. A new site in Greenland—powered entirely by geothermal and solar—flashed into view before the screen faded back to black.
"Now, let's talk about the upper tier."
His tone shifted. A little more gravity now.
"Luxury SUV Tier, Luxury Sedan Tier, Supercars, Hypercars. These aren't cars—they're statements. They're art. They're performance sculptures. They are, by design, 65% handmade."
He let that sink in.
"That means perfection. Not speed. It means each vehicle is shaped by human hands guided by NeuralDrive-AI precision systems. Every Neosteel line. Every stitch in the zero-gravity seats. Every circuit layered into the Mythion-Ion core. Done by an artist. Not a machine."
A slow-motion video played—hands in Tesla gloves adjusting the metallic weave of a Neosteel frame, then stepping back as the robotic assist hovered in to lock it into a custom hull. Pure craftsmanship, fused with AI.
"And because of that," Arthur said, "these vehicles will take time."
Another chart appeared, showing timeframes by tier:
Hypercar Tier: 3 years
Supercar Tier: 2.5 years
Luxury Sedans: 2 years
Luxury SUVs: 18 months
"We've completed 1% of the current total orders across these four categories," he said. "That 1% is already being prepped for delivery."
Across the globe, influencers, CEOs, athletes, and collectors were already receiving cryptic shipment notifications. Some believed they were scams—others knew exactly what they had paid millions for.
Arthur continued, "If you ordered a Titan, Apex, Olympus… Aether, Vanta, Halo… Dominion, Seraph, Elysium… Tempest, Solara, Monarch X—your vehicle is on the production list. And if you're in that top 1%, you're about to experience the new apex of transportation."
He leaned back, eyes calm.
"We're not doing this like anyone else. This isn't about flooding the streets. This is about transcending the definition of what a car even is. These machines will outlast generations."
A moment of silence followed. Then a new window popped up behind him—showing what looked like a Tesla satellite interface.
"Oh, and a side note," Arthur added casually, "we've integrated the NeuralDrive Connect with our low-orbit StarXNet system. All NeuralDrive X-equipped Teslas are now fully linked to Earth's first mental-response grid. This is version zero-point-one."
He smiled.
"And it's already live."
The comment sections exploded. NeuralDrive X was still fresh in everyone's memory—announced only three days ago. And now, it was being tethered directly to Tesla's global vehicles. It was no longer sci-fi. It was operational.
He looked into the camera one last time.
"So... if you're watching this, and you pre-ordered, you'll be getting an email in the next 48 hours. You'll see your production number. Your estimated timeline. And if you're in that 1%, expect delivery to your secure Tesla droppoint before the end of next week."
He tapped the remote one last time.
The Tesla logo shimmered onto the screen.
"One last thing," he said, with a subtle smirk, almost… playful now. "If you think this was the big move—you're not ready for what's next."
And just like that—the screen cut to black.
10:00 PM PST — Later That Night
Arthur sat alone in his glass-lined lounge, elevated above his hillside estate. Outside, drones silently zipped across the night delivering the future. A soft synthetic fire danced in the corner—Mythion-powered, of course.
He took a sip of tea. The data was pouring in.
More than 920,000 Premium Tier and lower vehicles were now reserved. The waiting list was extending into 2028. Hypercars? Sold out. Supercars? Sold out. Even the Dominion, Tesla's executive fortress on wheels, had a 10-year waitlist forming in real time.
Arthur exhaled slowly and smiled.
This was only the beginning Nah this is the END.
The End.