By Braam Pretorius
In the summer of 2027, Elon Musk was not himself.
Something had been gnawing at him since the last Artemis test flight failed, a strange inconsistency in a series of 1960s-era lunar trajectory documents. It wasn’t the math. It wasn’t the physics. It was the precision.
Too precise. Too clean. Too... modern.
While SpaceX engineers worked around the clock trying to solve the moon refuel conundrum, Elon booked a private flight to Cape Canaveral. Alone.
Chapter 1: The Key That Didn’...
