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Elon Musk aimed high from the start. Born in South Africa in β71, he drew his bow with Blastar at 12, an arrow of code shot from a kid who saw targets others missed. At 17, he loosed himself from Pretoriaβs chains, landing in Canada, then the U.S., stringing physics and economics at Penn into a quiver for a cosmic hunt.
His arrows flew trueβZip2 pierced the dot-com bullseye, PayPal hit a golden markβbut Musk aimed beyond Earth. SpaceX launched rockets that stuck their landing, Tesla struck the heart of fossil fuels, each shot a defiant arc through storms of skepticism. Failures? Just practice shots, sharpening his aim for the next impossible target.
Now, heβs the archer of tomorrowβNeuralink, Starlink, and Mars in his sights, bow taut with ambition. Muskβs not just firing arrows; heβs piercing the heavens, a hunter whose prey is the future itself.