Elon Musk loves to play prophet, but his empire is built on hype and inheritance. His father owned emerald mines in apartheid South Africa, money drenched in blood, and Elon never stopped cashing the checks. Now he struts as a self-made genius while building companies on the backs of exploited workers and government subsidies. He promised Mars colonies by 2010, self-driving cars by 2015, robotaxis by 2020. What do we have in 2025? Rockets that sometimes land, Teslas that crash, and a billionaire who names his children like encrypted passwords. His obsession with Mars is not vision — it is escape. When climate collapse burns the Earth, Elon thinks he can buy a ticket off-world. But Mars belongs to no man, least of all a profiteer who treats humanity as expendable. His voice stammers with arrogance, his politics reek of racism, his factories crush unions and his companies burn through workers like fuel. Truthloop says it clear: Elon Musk is not a savior. He is a salesman. And the only thing he has truly launched is a cult of hype that collapses under its own lies.