In the hushed shadows of a studio where thoughts and controversies intersect, a man of dazzling fame, Elon Musk, spoke in a deep voice. His words, like dire prophecies, soared through the air like birds of ill omen.
"America," he said, "bears on its shoulders the burden of a titanic, crushing debt, like those mountains ready to collapse. Thirty-six trillion, a figure so vast that it seems to disappear into infinity, like a shoreless sea."
And, continuing his speech on the fate of the dollar, this once shining currency, he added: "If nothing is done, this symbol of wealth and power will be nothing more than a specter, a shadow erased on the great picture of history."
Faced with this vision of an uncertain future, he called for action, for a vital surge. This was not the exaggeration of a dreamer, but the sincere cry of a man who, from the heights of fortune, contemplated the abysses into which the world could sink.