Trump 2.0
Sequel to Thirty Seconds After Midnight
Elon hovered over the Imagineer as he reprogrammed the Trump animatronic.
“So, he will recognize me as his master above all the others now, correct?” he asked.
“He should,” the Imagineer replied.
“And the code phrase?”
“Encoded into his memory banks, waiting for you to say it.”
“And he will only obey if my voice says it, right?”
“That’s the idea.” The Imagineer hesitated. “Why do you want all these upgrades, anyway?”
Elon thought back to the video of his ruined home world and his stolen propulsion plans.
“I have my reasons. Now, finish up before anyone finds us here.”
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Author’s Note: This drabble is a sequel to “Thirty Seconds After Midnight”, the link to which can be found below.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (3)
Sneaky creep. Can’t wait to see what happens next.
Sneaky little bastid! He's going to be in for serious trouble if his commanding officer finds out! Great job on all of these, Stephanie. Love your sci-fi/satirical take on the nonsense infiltrating your own country's government. Well played, very well played, lass!
All I know is that he is up to no good!