Elon Musk. A Memoir. The Flight to Mars

Dream. PrologueVacuum. Silence so loud it could be heard in the beating of your own heart. Beyond the porthole — nothing. And everything. An endless, velvet-black cosmos strewn with diamonds that do not twinkle. They are cold, eternal, indifferent. And there, ahead, barely visible in the light of the distant Sun — a rusty disc. Mars.It does not beckon. It waits. As if it has always been there, knowing I would come. And now I am here, alone in this metal capsule, halfway between the past and the future. Between what was and what must be. And in this silence, just before the final leap, memory catches up like gravity.Chapter 1. The Boy with the Library of the UniverseMy first memory is not my mother’s voice or my father’s smile. It was light. Not the warm light of a lamp, but the cold, furious light of an arc I accidentally created by short-circuiting wires in the garage. The shock threw …