Excerpt
PROLOGUE THERE’S SOMETHING UNSTABLE in the air when Elon Musk enters a room. Not in a dangerous way, though some would argue otherwise. But in that strange, static-charged way right before lightning hits. He doesn’t walk in like a man. He walks in like a bet. A bet that we’re all living too small. A bet that Earth is boring. A bet that reality is optional if you have enough willpower, caffeine, and Twitter fingers to bend it. Musk isn’t just playing the game, he’s trying to rewrite the rules while the game is still running. And somehow, against all logic, the world keeps letting him. By all accounts, Elon Musk should’ve burned out decades ago. Every risk he took was laughable. Zip2? Sold...