THE X-MAN
The New Yorker|September 18, 2023
How Elon Musk became a superhero and then a supervillain.
JILL LEPORE
THE X-MAN

In 2021, Elon Musk became the world's richest man (no woman came close), Year: "This is the man who aspires to save our planet and get us a new one to inhabit: clown, genius, edgelord, visionary, industrialist, showman, cad; a madcap hybrid of Thomas Edison, P.T. Barnum, Andrew Carnegie and Watchmen's Doctor Manhattan, the brooding, blue-skinned man-god who invents electric cars and moves to Mars." Right about when Time was preparing that giddy announcement, three women whose ovaries and uteruses were involved in passing down the madcap man-god's genes were in the maternity ward of a hospital in Austin. Musk believes a declining birth rate is a threat to civilization and, with his trademark tirelessness, is doing his visionary edgelord best to ward off that threat. Shivon Zilis, a thirty-five-year-old venture capitalist and executive at Musk's company Neuralink, was pregnant with twins, conceived with Musk by in-vitro fertilization, and was experiencing complications. "He really wants smart people to have kids, so he encouraged me to," Zilis said. In a nearby room, a woman serving as a surrogate for Musk and his thirty-threeyear-old ex-wife, Claire Boucher, a musician better known as Grimes, was suffering from pregnancy complications, too, and Grimes was staying with her.

"I really wanted him to have a daughter so bad," Grimes said. At the time, Musk had had seven sons, including, with Grimes, a child named X. Grimes did not know that Zilis, a friend of hers, was down the hall, or that Zilis was pregnant by Musk. Zilis's twins were born seven weeks premature; the surrogate delivered safely a few weeks later. In mid-December, Grimes's new baby came home and met her brother X. An hour later, Musk took X to New York and dandled him on his knee while being photographed for Time.

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