The morning was pale and quiet, nearly eerily still for a point generally alive with the hum of ministry and the chatter of masterminds. Musk arrived beforehand, as was his custom, walking across the concrete pads toward the Starship and the independent niche module. The early sun reflected sprucely out metallic shells, revealing the perfection of decades of engineering and innumerous hours of medication. Musk’s eyes swept over every detail, from weld seams to alignment points, not as a casual examination, but as a comprehensive assessment of both threat and readiness. Every step he took felt deliberate, nearly ritualistic, as if the act of walking itself allowed him to measure implicit anomalies. Inside the operations center, masterminds had formerly begun their shifts,

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