It's lovely to think of a legendary primatologist as being so confounded by these apes that her first regard to the horror of them is to dream of launching them to space.

Thus spoke Zarathustra plays as Trump swings a bone with a cutaway to Elon Musk tumbling away from a Grok-pod into endless orbit of Jupiter.

You haven't thought this through, Jane. What would happen to Trump's absurdly complex combover in a zero-g situation? Doesn't bear thinking about.