Musk is not your friend

Shattering the Illusion of Grandeur

Behold, the figure of Musk—hailed by the masses as a visionary, a savior of mankind, a herald of the future! They see in him the promise of salvation through technology, the shining beacon that will lead them to new worlds and a new age. Yet this image, so carefully constructed, is but a mask—a thin veil over a much darker reality. For what is Musk, if not the latest in a long line of false prophets, a merchant of illusions whose grand schemes conceal a deeper and more sinister ambition?

The herd adores him, as it has always adored those who promise an easy escape from the harshness of life. SpaceX, Tesla, X—each a monument to human hubris, to the belief that technology will save us from the suffering inherent in existence. But beneath this glittering façade lies the truth: the fantasy of Mars is just that—a fantasy. There is no escape from the Earth, no refuge in the stars. Musk’s vision of humanity as a multi-planetary species is but a dream conjured to distract the masses from the grim realities of their condition.

And what of his reusable rockets? These phallic symbols of progress are not the miracles they are made out to be, but rather dangerous toys for the rich, costly gambles that offer little real advancement. The Earthbound refuse to see that space is not the domain of human triumph, but a cold, indifferent void. In their blindness, they praise Musk’s every move, celebrating his technological feats as if they were acts of divine creation. Yet they do not realize that these rockets—these grand gestures of power—serve only to fuel the illusion, to keep the masses enthralled by dreams of conquest and escape.

But more troubling still is the growing shadow of Musk’s involvement with the powers that be. His technologies, hailed as tools of liberation, are, in truth, instruments of control. Starlink, the all-seeing eye in the sky, offers not freedom but surveillance. His entanglements with the U.S. government and the military-industrial complex should send shivers down the spine of any free spirit, yet the herd cheers him on, blind to the chains being forged in the name of progress.

Ah, and X—formerly Twitter! Once a symbol of open discourse, now twisted into a machine of verification, where Musk’s sinister plan to “verify all humans” threatens to bind us all in a web of identification and control. The masses, desperate for safety and security, do not see the bars closing around them. They believe they are being protected, when in truth they are being cataloged, their every action, every thought, every word tied to their identity in a vast system of surveillance and control.

Why, then, do they continue to adore him? Why do they not see the chains he is preparing for them? It is because they are weak, because they cannot bear the burden of their own freedom. They seek a master, and Musk—cunning as he is—has given them one. He plays the part of the rebel, the outsider, the one who dares to defy the old order. Yet he is nothing of the sort. He is a servant of power, a builder of systems that will tighten the noose around the neck of humanity.

The masses cannot see it, because they do not want to see it. They are seduced by the dream, by the promise of a future without suffering, without hardship, without struggle. But the Übermensch knows that such a future is a lie. There is no escape from the struggle of existence. To live is to suffer, to fight, to overcome. Musk’s vision offers none of this—only a flight into fantasy, a surrender to the machines and the systems of control that will one day crush the human spirit underfoot.

Beware, then, the false prophets of our age, the Musks of the world who promise deliverance through technology. They are not liberators, but prison wardens. Their rockets and satellites, their electric cars and social platforms—they are the bars of the cage, the walls of the prison that grows around us. The time will come when the masses will wake to this reality, but by then it may be too late. Already the chains are tightening, the net is being cast, and those who do not resist will find themselves bound, not by Musk’s hand, but by their own refusal to see the truth.

We must resist this seduction of the stars, this lure of technological salvation, and instead turn our gaze inward—to the Earth, to the self, to the will to power. The true path to freedom lies not in the conquest of other planets, but in the conquest of the self. It is only through the struggle of becoming that we may transcend, not through the fantasies of billionaires who seek to distract and control. The future belongs not to those who dream of Mars, but to those who have the courage to face the void and overcome it on their own terms.