🪰 The Fly-Fi Revolution
Elon Musk had a problem. Starlink was too... normal. Too corporate. Too “mainstream internet billionaire.” He wanted something smaller. Lighter. Buzzier. So he pitched the board: “What if… we mounted miniature Wi-Fi satellites… on the backs of flies ?” Silence. Then laughter. The kind of laughter that only happens when billionaires mock each other inside oak-paneled boardrooms. 🍟 Enter: The Sad Potato Man Elon stormed out, furious. That’s when he met Hank — an old man selling fries from a cart near the gates of “The Introvert Billionaires Club.” Hank looked up with greasy hands and onion-ring eyes and said: “Son, I believe in your flies. I’ll help you. I got trash . A lot of it.” 🗑️ Operation Fly-Fi Begins By the next morning, tons of garbage were delivered to Elon’s Bel Air mansion. Rotten fish, expired pudding, vape pens, old Twitter blue checkmarks—everything flies love. Soon, Elon had the largest private fly swarm in North America. He named them: Buzznet. But there was...