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DINNER WITH ELON

“DO YOU THINK I’m insane?”

This question came from Elon Musk near the end of a dinner we shared at a fancy seafood restaurant in Palo Alto, California. I’d gotten to the restaurant first and settled down, knowing Musk would—as always—be late. After about fifteen minutes, Musk showed up wearing designer jeans, a plaid dress shirt, and leather shoes.

Musk stands six foot one, but ask anyone who knows him and they’ll tell you he seems much bigger than that. He’s extremely broad-shouldered, sturdy, and thick. You might guess that he would strut when entering a room. Instead, he tends to be almost sheepish. This time, he walked with his head tilted down, gave me a quick handshake hello, and then sat at the table. From there, Musk needed a few minutes before he warmed up and looked at ease.

Musk asked me to dinner to negotiate. Eighteen months earlier, I’d informed him of my plans to write a book about him. He’d informed me of his plans not to cooperate and do interviews for the book. His rejection stung at the time but made me work harder as a reporter. I’d spent the last year and a half digging for sources of information and poring over Musk’s life. Plenty of people had left Musk’s companies—PayPal, Tesla Motors, and SpaceX—and agreed to talk to me. Plus, I already knew a lot of his friends, and they too had plenty of stories to share.

It was after interviewing about two hundred of these people that I heard from Musk again. He called me at home one evening and said that things could go one of two ways: he could start blocking people from talking to me or he could help with the project after all. I, of course, said I preferred the second option.

Musk said he’d be willing to cooperate if he could read the book before it went to publication and could add footnotes throughout it. He would not change my text, but he wanted the chance to set the record straight in spots that he judged inaccurate.

I understood where this was coming from. Musk wanted control over his life story. He’s also a physicist by training and hates factual errors. Any mistake in the book would gnaw away at him for months or even years. While I could understand his perspective, I could not let him read the book. A journalist must have the freedom to research a subject and then present the findings to the world without the fear of someone looking over his shoulder and possibly trying to tilt the work in his favor. Besides that, Musk has his version of the truth, and it often differs from the view held by others. Lastly, Musk tends to give very long answers to even basic questions, and the thought of footnotes that were longer than the actual book seemed all too real.

The fancy dinner was our chance to chat all of this out, have a bit of a debate, and see where it left us.

When the dinner first started, we talked for a while about people we both knew, famous businessmen like Howard Hughes, and the Tesla car factory. About twenty minutes in, the waiter stopped by to take our order, and Musk asked for suggestions that would work with his diet. At the time, he did the whole low-carb thing and tried to avoid foods like pasta, bread, and sugary treats. He settled on chunks of fried lobster coated with black squid ink.

Even before our negotiation had really begun, Musk started talking and opening up in his uniquely serious fashion. He confessed to being terrified that Google’s cofounder Larry Page might be building a fleet of artificial-intelligence-enhanced robots capable of destroying mankind. “I’m really worried about this,” Musk said.

It didn’t make Musk feel any better that he and Page were very close friends and that he felt Page was a good person. In fact, that was sort of the problem. Page’s nice-guy nature left him assuming that the machines would forever do what we wanted. “I’m not as optimistic,” Musk said. “He could produce something evil by accident.”

When the food arrived, Musk consumed it. That is, he didn’t eat it as much as he made it disappear rapidly with a few huge bites. Wanting to keep Musk happy and chatting, I handed him a big chunk of steak from my plate. The plan worked … for all of ninety seconds. Meat. Hunk. Gone.

It took a while to redirect Musk’s thoughts on robots taking over humanity, and get him to talk about the book. Once he did, Musk immediately asked why it was that I wanted to write about him. I had been waiting for this moment. Excited, I launched into what was meant to be a forty-five-minute speech about all the reasons Musk should let me invade his life. And that he should allow this intrusion while getting none of the controls he wanted in return. To my great surprise, Musk cut me off after a couple of minutes and simply said, “Okay.”

The dinner ended with pleasant conversation and Musk abandoning his healthy diet for a giant cotton candy dessert sculpture. It was settled. Musk would allow me to talk to the executives at his companies, his friends, and his family. He would meet me for dinner once a month for as long as it took to complete the book project. For the first time, Musk would let a reporter see the inner workings of his world.

Two and a half hours after we started, Musk put his hands on the table, made a move to get up, and then paused. He locked eyes with me and asked that incredible question: “Do you think I’m insane?” The strangeness of the question left me speechless for a moment while I tried to figure out if this was some sort of riddle. It was only after I’d later spent lots of time with Musk that I realized the question was more for him than me. Nothing I said would have mattered. Musk was stopping one last time and wondering aloud if I could be trusted and then looking into my eyes to make his judgment. A split second later, we shook hands and Musk drove off in a red Tesla Model S sedan.

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ELON’S WORLD

ANY STUDY OF Elon Musk must begin at the headquarters of his rocket company, SpaceX, in Hawthorne, California—a suburb of Los Angeles. It’s there that visitors will find two giant posters of Mars hanging side by side on the wall near Musk’s office. The poster to the left depicts Mars as it is today—a cold, empty red orb. The poster on the right shows an imagined version of Mars with a giant green landmass surrounded by oceans. The planet has been heated up and made habitable for humans.

Musk wants this to happen. Turning humans into space colonizers is his stated life’s purpose. He wants a backup plan for the human species in case something goes terribly wrong on Earth—be it an unforeseen disaster like an asteroid crashing into the planet or a terrible disease that wipes out billions of people or an issue such as global warming that’s caused by humans. “I would like to die thinking that humanity has a bright future,” he said. “If we can solve sustainable energy and be well on our way to becoming a multiplanetary species with a self-sustaining civilization on another planet—to cope with a worst-case scenario happening and extinguishing human consciousness—then,” and here he paused for a moment, “I think that would be really good.”

If some of the things that Musk says and does sound absurd, it’s because on one level they very much are. Musk’s willingness to tackle extraordinarily difficult things has turned him into an idol in Silicon Valley, the center of technological advancement in the United States. There, fellow businessmen like Larry Page speak of him in glowing terms, and young entrepreneurs strive “to be like Elon.”

Outside of Silicon Valley, people often view Musk with more doubt. They tend to think of Musk as the guy who has gotten rich from not very useful or practical electric cars, solar panels, and rockets.

Yet, in the early part of 2012, even the doubters began to realize what Musk was actually accomplishing. His companies were succeeding at things that had never been done before. SpaceX flew a supply capsule to the International Space Station (ISS) and brought it safely back to Earth. His car company, Tesla Motors, delivered the Model S, a beautiful, all-electric sedan that amazed the automotive industry. Musk was also the chairman and largest shareholder (or owner of the company’s stock) of SolarCity, a growing solar energy company. Musk had somehow delivered the biggest advances the space, automotive, and energy industries had seen in decades in what felt like one fell swoop.

It’s difficult to believe that Hawthorne, California, could serve as the home base for all of this drive, ambition, and high energy. It’s an ugly part of Los Angeles County in which run-down buildings surround more run-down buildings. But, sure enough, in the middle of these grim surroundings stands a gleaming, 550,000-square-foot white rectangle. This is the main SpaceX building.

During my first visit to SpaceX, I found hundreds of engineers and mechanics making multiple rockets at a time—from scratch. The factory was a massive, open work area. Near the back were huge delivery bays that allowed for the arrival of hunks of metal, which were transported to two-story-high welding machines. Over to one side were technicians in white coats making motherboards, radios, and more electronics.

Other people were in a special, airtight glass chamber, building the capsules that rockets would take to the International Space Station. Tattooed men in bandannas were blasting rock music and threading wires around rocket engines. There were completed bodies of rockets lined up one after the other, ready to be placed on trucks. Still more rockets, in another part of the building, awaited coats of white paint. It was difficult to take in the entire factory at once. There were bodies in constant motion whirring around a variety of bizarre machines.

Musk’s companies operate out of several other buildings nearby as well. One of these buildings has a curved roof and looks like an airplane hangar. It serves as the research, development, and design studio for Tesla. This is where the company came up with the look for the Model S sedan and its follow-on, the Model X SUV. In the parking lot outside the studio, Tesla has built one of its charging stations, where Los Angeles drivers can top up with electricity for free.

It was in my first interview with Musk, which took place at the design studio, that I began to get a sense of how he talked and operated. He’s a confident guy, but can come off as shy and awkward. He has a slight South African accent and, like many engineers, will pause while thinking of the exact word he wants. He also has a tendency to speak about technical things in technical terms with no simplified explanations along the way. Musk expects you to keep up.

None of this is off-putting. Musk, in fact, will tell plenty of jokes and can be very charming. It’s just that there’s a sense of purpose and pressure hanging over any conversation with the man. Musk doesn’t really do small talk.

Most famous businessmen have assistants surrounding them. Musk mostly moves about SpaceX and Tesla on his own. Inside his companies, he’s nothing like the Musk who slinks across a restaurant. He’s the guy who owns the joint and strides about with authority.

Musk and I talked as he made his way around the design studio’s main floor, inspecting parts and vehicles. At each station, employees rushed up to Musk and spewed information at him. He listened intently, processed it, and nodded when satisfied. The people moved away, and Musk shifted over to the next information dump.

At one point, Tesla’s design chief, Franz von Holzhausen, wanted Musk’s take on the seating arrangements for the Model X. As they spoke, a couple of workers jotted down notes, and then they went into a back room and listened to executives from a seller of high-end graphics software trying to convince Musk to buy their products.

After that, Musk walked toward the source of a ton of loud noise—a workshop deep in the design studio where Tesla engineers were building part of the thirty-foot decorative towers that go outside the charging stations. “That thing looks like it could survive a Category Five hurricane,” Musk said. “Let’s thin it up a bit.” Musk and I eventually hopped into his car—a black Model S—and zipped back to the main SpaceX building. He described some more worries about the state of the technology industry, and said he’d like to see more people build machines and breakthrough devices. “I think there are probably too many smart people pursuing internet stuff, finance, and law,” Musk said on the way. “That is part of the reason why we haven’t seen as much innovation.”

Musk Land was a revelation. It was the very thing I’d been searching for since coming to San Francisco as a reporter fifteen years earlier.

San Francisco has a long history with greed. It became a city on the back of the gold rush, with thousands upon thousands of people arriving to try and make their fortunes. Economic highs and lows are the rhythm of this place. And in 2000, San Francisco had been overtaken by the highest of all economic highs, the dot-com boom. The entire populace gave in to a fantasy—a get-rich-quick internet madness. You could feel the energy from this shared delusion. It produced a constant buzz that vibrated across the city.

You no longer had to make something that other people wanted to buy in order to start a solid company. You just had to have an idea for some sort of internet thing in order for investors to fund you. The whole goal was to make as much money as possible in the shortest amount of time because everyone knew that reality had to set in eventually, and the good times would end.

The collapse of the get-rich-quick internet fantasy in 2001 left San Francisco and Silicon Valley in a deep depression. The technology industry had no idea what to do with itself. The investors who had lost huge amounts of money didn’t want to look any dumber and make more mistakes, so they stopped funding new ventures altogether. Businesspeople stopped trying to woo investors with daring product proposals, and instead pitched small, flimsy things that they thought might be more attractive in these conservative times.

The evidence of this slump in innovation can be seen in the companies and ideas formed during this period. Google had appeared and really started to thrive around 2002, but it was unique. Between Google, and then Apple’s introduction of the iPhone in 2007, there’s a wasteland of ho-hum companies. And the hot new things that were just starting out—Facebook and Twitter—certainly did not look like the companies that had come before—Hewlett-Packard, Intel, Sun Microsystems. Those companies made physical products and employed tens of thousands of people in the process. The goal of the new generation of companies had shifted from taking huge risks and creating new industries to pumping out simple apps and trying to entertain consumers while making money from advertisements on a website. “The best minds of my generation are thinking about how to make people click ads,” Jeff Hammerbacher, an early Facebook engineer, told me. “That sucks.”

By rights, Musk should have been part of the slump and this way of thinking. He jumped right into the internet frenzy in 1995. Then, fresh out of college, he started a company called Zip2—an early, less advanced version of Yelp. That first company ended up a big, quick hit. Musk made $22 million from Zip2’s sale and poured almost all of it into his next company, a start-up that would eventually become PayPal, the popular online finance service. As the largest shareholder in PayPal, Musk became fantastically rich when eBay acquired the company for $1.5 billion in 2002.

Instead of hanging around Silicon Valley and falling into the same funk as his peers, however, Musk moved to Los Angeles. He threw $100 million into SpaceX, $70 million into Tesla, and $10 million into SolarCity. Short of building an actual money-crushing machine, Musk could not have picked a faster way to destroy his fortune. All of these companies were thought to be too risky and too hard. Moreover, he was making supercomplex physical goods in two of the most expensive places in the world, Los Angeles and Silicon Valley. This came at a time when many people said the United States could no longer compete against countries like China when it came to manufacturing things.

Musk, though, pushed ahead and turned manufacturing into a major edge for his companies. SpaceX and Tesla build as much as possible at their own facilities rather than turning to partners. Musk’s companies ended up rethinking many of the methods that the traditional aerospace, automotive, and solar industries had accepted as the way things are done.

With SpaceX, Musk is sending satellites and supplies into space aboard towering rockets. He’s competing with the giants that serve the US military, including aerospace companies like Lockheed Martin and Boeing. He’s also competing against entire nations—most notably Russia and China. SpaceX has made a name for itself as the cheapest rocket launch provider in the industry. But that, in and of itself, is not really good enough to win. The space business comes with a complex set of politics too, in which companies must win over legislators in Washington, DC, and so Musk has needed to learn skills of persuasion as well.

SpaceX has been testing reusable rockets that can carry loads to space and land back on Earth, on their launchpads, with precision. If the company can perfect this technology, it will deal a devastating blow to all of its competitors while making the United States the world leader for taking cargo and humans to space. It’s a threat that Musk figures has earned him plenty of fierce enemies. “The list of people that would not mind if I was gone is growing,” Musk said. “My family fears that the Russians will assassinate me.”

With Tesla Motors, Musk has tried to revolutionize the way cars are manufactured and sold. Musk refused to focus on hybrids that run on both gas and electricity, which he views as an imperfect compromise. Instead, Tesla makes all-electric cars that people long for and that push the limits of technology.

With SolarCity, Musk has funded the largest installer of solar panels for houses and businesses. Musk helped come up with the idea for SolarCity and serves as its chairman. During a time in which clean-tech businesses have failed with frightening regularity, Musk has built two of the most successful clean-tech companies in the world. (Musk, in fact, merged Tesla and SolarCity into one company in 2016.)

Musk’s empire of factories, tens of thousands of workers, and industrial strength have shaken up three different industries. They have also turned Musk into one of the richest men ever, with a net worth of more than $10 billion.

My first visit to SpaceX started to make a few things clear about how Musk had pulled all this off. While Musk’s goal to put men on Mars can seem strange, it’s a lofty ambition that really helps to motivate his employees. In fact, the workers at all three of Musk’s companies are aware that they’re trying to achieve monumental things day in and day out, and it keeps them going. When Musk sets unrealistic goals or works employees to the bone, it’s because he is trying to … well … save the human race.

The life that Musk has created to manage all of these endeavors is ridiculous. A typical week starts at his mansion in Bel Air, an exclusive enclave of Los Angeles. On Monday, he works the entire day at SpaceX. On Tuesday, he begins at SpaceX, then hops onto his jet and flies to Silicon Valley in Northern California. He spends a couple of days working at Tesla, which has its offices in Palo Alto and factory in Fremont. Musk does not own a home in Silicon Valley and ends up staying at a hotel or at friends’ houses. To arrange the stays with friends, Musk’s assistant will send an email asking, “Room for one?” and if the friend says, “Yes,” Musk turns up at the door late at night. Most often he stays in a guest room, but he’s also been known to crash on the couch after winding down with some video games. Then it’s back to Los Angeles and SpaceX on Thursday.

Musk is a nonstop traveler. Here’s a look at one year in his life via records obtained through a Freedom of Information Act request.

When asked how he survives this schedule, Musk said, “I had a tough childhood, so maybe that was helpful.”

Musk has taken industries like aerospace and automotive that America seemed to have given up on and changed them into something new and fantastic. At the heart of this transformation are Musk’s skills as a software maker and his ability to apply them to machines. He’s merged atoms—physical stuff—and bits—code—in ways that few people thought possible, and the results have been spectacular.

“To me, Elon is the shining example of how Silicon Valley might be able to reinvent itself,” said Edward Jung, a famed software engineer and inventor. “We need to look at different models of how to do things that are longer term in nature and where the technology is more integrated.” The integration mentioned by Jung—the melding of software, electronics, advanced materials, and computing horsepower—appears to be Musk’s gift.

And Musk is using his gift to make astonishing machines. Because of Musk, Americans could wake up in ten years with the most modern highway in the world: a system run by thousands of solar-powered charging stations and traveled by electric cars. By that time, SpaceX may well be sending up rockets every day, taking people and things to dozens of space habitats, and making preparations for longer treks to Mars. These advances are difficult to imagine, but seem to some degree inevitable with Musk in the picture. As his first wife, Justine, put it, “He does what he wants, and he is relentless about it. It’s Elon’s world, and the rest of us live in it.”

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ADVENTURES IN AFRICA

THE PUBLIC FIRST met Elon Reeve Musk in 1984. A South African magazine published the code to a video game a twelve-year-old Musk had designed. Called Blastar, the science-fiction-inspired space game required 167 lines of instructions to run. This was back in the day when early computer users were required to type out commands to make their machines do much of anything. In that context, Musk’s game did not shine as a marvel of computer science, but it was certainly better than what most youngsters at the time could manage.

The Blastar game illustrates how Musk already had visions of grand conquests dancing in his head. A brief explanation written by Musk stated, “In this game you have to destroy an alien space freighter, which is carrying deadly Hydrogen Bombs and Status Beam Machines. This game makes good use of sprites and animation, and in this sense makes the listing worth reading.” (As of this writing, not even the internet knows what “status beam machines” are.)

A boy fantasizing about space and battles between good and evil isn’t anything new. A boy who takes these thoughts seriously is more remarkable. Such was the case with the young Elon Musk. By the middle of his teenage years, Musk had come to see guarding man’s fate in the universe as a personal obligation. If that meant he must improve clean energy to keep man alive on Earth or build spaceships to extend the human species’ reach, then so be it. Musk would find a way to make these things happen.

“Maybe I read too many comics as a kid,” Musk said. “In the comics, it always seems like they are trying to save the world. It seemed like one should try to make the world a better place because the inverse makes no sense.”

At around age fourteen, Musk became influenced by the sci-fi lessons in the book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. “[The book] points out that one of the really tough things is figuring out what questions to ask,” Musk said. “Once you figure out the question, then the answer is relatively easy. I came to the conclusion that really we should aspire to increase the scope and scale of human consciousness in order to better understand what questions to ask.” The teenage Musk then arrived at the stated meaning for his life. “The only thing that makes sense to do is strive for greater collective enlightenment,” he said.

Born in 1971, Musk grew up in Pretoria, a large city in South Africa. At the time, South Africa operated under the specter of apartheid—a racist government-backed policy that called for the separation of whites and nonwhites. The brutal, unfair nature of apartheid resulted in a country full of tension, and this often boiled over into protests and other violent clashes.

These heated times influenced some of Musk’s thinking, and so too did the white Afrikaner culture that was dominant in Pretoria. Extremely masculine behavior was celebrated, and tough jocks were considered cool. Young men spent much of their time on the rugby field and the cricket pitch.

Even though his family was well-off financially and Musk did not want for things, Musk did not fit in to this world. He never took to sports or sought out the attention of his male peers. He preferred to creep off toward a corner somewhere and settle down with a book—often a science-fiction one. Other kids made fun of him for his shy personality and geeky interests.

Musk, almost from his earliest days, planned to escape South Africa. He longed for a place where he could be himself and make his dreams come true. Even then he had visions of traveling to space or running an ambitious company. He, like many, saw America as the land of opportunity and the most likely spot to put his plans in motion. Specifically, Musk heard a lot about Silicon Valley—this place in California where people did wonderful things with technology. He decided that he would one day call Silicon Valley home. This is how a lonely, awkward South African boy—who talked about pursuing “collective enlightenment”—ended up as America’s most adventurous industrialist.

Adventure and risk-taking seem to have been programmed into Musk’s genes. His mom’s father, Joshua Haldeman, was born in Canada and was known to ride broncos, box, and wrestle. As a youngster, Joshua would break in horses for local farmers and help out with other demanding tasks on the prairies. He also organized one of Canada’s first rodeos and tried his hand at politics before settling down as a chiropractor.

Elon’s grandfather Joshua married a Canadian dance instructor, Winnifred Fletcher, or Wyn. In 1948, the family, which already included a son and a daughter, welcomed twin daughters Kaye and Maye, Musk’s mother. Ever in search of something new to do, Joshua picked up flying and bought his own plane. The family gained some measure of notoriety as people heard about Joshua and his wife packing their kids into the back of the single-engine airplane and heading off on excursions all around North America.

Joshua seemed to have everything going for him when, in 1950, he decided to give it all away. The former politician had come to disagree with many of Canada’s policies, seeing the government as too meddlesome in the lives of its citizens. To go along with these gripes, Joshua also possessed an enduring lust for adventure that convinced him the time was right to leave Canada.

Over the course of a few months, the family sold their house and possessions and decided to move to South Africa—a place Joshua had never been. Joshua disassembled the family’s airplane and put it into crates to ship it to Africa. Once there, the family rebuilt the plane and used it to scour the country for a nice place to live, ultimately settling in Pretoria.

The family’s spirit for adventure seemed to know no bounds. In 1952, Joshua and Wyn made a twenty-two-thousand-mile round-trip journey in their plane, flying up through Africa to Scotland and Norway. Wyn served as the navigator and would sometimes take over the flying duties. The couple topped this effort in 1954, flying thirty thousand miles to Australia and back. Newspapers reported on the couple’s trip, and they’re believed to be the only private pilots to get from Africa to Australia in a single-engine plane.

When not up in the air, the Haldemans were out in the African wilderness. They would go on great, monthlong expeditions to find the Lost City of the Kalahari Desert, a supposed abandoned city in southern Africa. During one trip, the family’s truck hit a tree stump, pushing the bumper backward into the radiator. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with no means of communication, Joshua worked for three days to fix the truck while the rest of the family hunted for food. On other trips, hyenas and leopards would circle the campfire at night. One morning, the family woke to find a lion three feet away from their main table. Joshua grabbed the first object he could find—a lamp—waved it, and told the lion to go away. And it did.

Joshua died in 1974 at the age of seventy-two. He’d been doing practice landings in his plane and didn’t see a wire running between a pair of poles. The wire caught the plane’s wheels and flipped the craft. Joshua broke his neck.

Elon was a toddler at the time of the death and has only a slight recollection of Joshua. But throughout his childhood, Elon heard many stories about his grandfather’s adventures and reveled in the excitement of the family’s wild life. “My grandmother told these tales of how they almost died several times along their journeys,” Musk said. “They were flying in a plane with literally no instruments—not even a radio—and they had road maps instead of aerial maps, and some of those weren’t even correct. My grandfather had this desire for adventure, exploration, doing crazy things.” Elon buys into the idea that his unusual tolerance for risk may well have been inherited directly from his grandfather.

Maye Musk, Elon’s mother, adored her parents and shared their zest for life. In her youth, she was considered a nerd. She liked math and science and did well in her course work. By the age of fifteen, however, people noticed something else about her. Tall with ash-blond hair, Maye had high cheekbones and angular features that would make her stand out anywhere. On the weekends, Maye modeled in runway shows and magazine shoots. She ended up as a finalist for Miss South Africa.

Maye and Errol Musk, Elon’s father, grew up in the same neighborhood, and knew each other throughout their youth. Years later, they married and then Maye gave birth to Elon on June 28, 1971. Errol worked as an engineer—and a very good one at that. He developed large projects such as office buildings and retail complexes. Maye set up a practice as a dietitian. A bit more than a year after Elon’s birth came his brother, Kimbal, and soon thereafter came their sister, Tosca.

Elon showed all the traits of a curious, energetic tot. He picked things up easily, and Maye, like many mothers do, considered her son brilliant. “He seemed to understand things quicker than the other kids,” she said. The weird thing was that Elon appeared to drift off into a trance at times. People spoke to him, but nothing got through when he had a certain distant look in his eyes. This happened so often that Elon’s parents and doctors thought he might be deaf. “Sometimes, he just didn’t hear you,” said Maye. Doctors ran a series of tests on Elon. They finally elected to remove the adenoid glands in the roof of his mouth, which can improve hearing in children. “Well, it didn’t change,” said Maye.

Elon’s condition had far more to do with the wiring of his mind than his ears. “He goes into his brain, and then you just see he is in another world,” Maye said. “He still does that. Now I just leave him be because I know he is designing a new rocket or something.”

Other children did not understand these dreamlike states. You could do jumping jacks right beside Musk, and he would not even notice. He kept on thinking. Those around him judged that he was either rude or really weird. “I do think Elon was always a little different, but in a nerdy way,” Maye said.

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