Musk's vision works on motion. The key is to be very still if he's facing you. He can't see you if you're very still.
EDIT: People seem curious how I know his vision operates on motion - I'll share my own personal anecdote that I had shared further in the comment chain:
Some years ago, a number of us working at SpaceX in the company's early days were left on an island compound with no food or water. This is well known - you can google it - but what isn't well known is the other part of the story.
You see, this was around the time that Musk had begun to.... change.
If you notice he's much larger and has significantly more hair than he did in his 20s. He's almost an entirely different person.
He had begun to take some very experimental gene therapies to achieve this.
However these came with significant side effects. Most singificantly, he no longer sleeps at night. Instead, he changes. Due to some serious hormone modifications, his circadian rythym flips around at night and he mutates.
The nearest I can describe it is that he looks like Krang's robot body, from Teenage mutant ninja turtles, but with an uneven, protruding jaw, like a flesh crocodile. About one ton in weight, nearly eight feet tall. Primitive, animalistic personality. Capable of rudimentary thought and speech, but mostly just filled with violence and hunger. We called it his Krang Self.
He used to come to the island we were trapped at. In the early days he wasn't aware of his Krang self. He was in denial. He'd come to see the progress with the rocket, and he'd stay the night. We would beg him to leave, but he'd laugh and shrug it off.
And then... then the night would come. He would change. And then he would stalk through the halls, making these horrible high-pitched grunting, screaming noises. Banging on the walls. Shrieking. Slurping and grunting. If you've ever heard a pack of wild coyotes our at night, that howling and shrieking they make - it's like that, but a chorus all from one fleshy alligator mouth. Discordant. Horrific.
Sally in analytics who got her bachelor's in zoology had a theory that the Krang self appears to try and use noise to scare prey into moving, so that he can perceive it. And then eat it. It modulates its wails, chittering, growling, howling, and sometimes all at once, like someone flipping through many radio channels to try and find the right frequency. And then eat it.
We found out very quickly that remaining absolutely still was the only way to fool his senses. We lost a lot of good people before we understood that. We approached our survival in the only way engineers know how - through repeated experimentation, observation, and iteration.
Except our failures meant another among us would be eaten.
Doug from Flight Systems made the mistake of trying to reason with the Krang self early on. Lots of pleading, lots of hand gestures. Musk clamped his felshy alligator maw down over top his head and just ate him. Just right there in the break room, just fucking ate Doug. Bones and all.
Sally in analytics didn't make it out either. I don't even want to mention what happened to her. Not all deaths were as quick and thorough as Dougs. Suffice it to say that sometimes the Krang self would toy with its food. Bat it around. Let it try to run and escape before it fed. Sally got it bad. But Bill from the Radar Systems department had it the worst. Even writing his name makes me weak. There are things no person should ever see. Realities no person should ever know. That was nearly the end of me, the night that Bill died. Psychologically, it may have been.
As Musk takes more and more of this experimental compound, the lines between him and his Krang self are blurring. I'd attribute a lot of his... expositions on Twitter and some of his financial decisions to the slow creep of his Krang self into his daytime life.
Anyone who has watched Elon over the decades can tell something is going on. He's never been the most socially graceful person, but at least in the early days he seemed to make fairly rational decisions.
Even in the early days of him taking the cocktail, he was at least rational when he was his Musk self.
But now to any observer he is clearly regressing. Becoming less and less coherent, more juvenile. To anyone who did not live through the horrors of the SpaceX compound this may seem like many different things or nothing at all.
But for those of us who survived, we know exactly what this is.
Eventually - myself and the others who have abandoned our jobs to study and track Musk's transformation full time are predicting probably in the next ten years - he will be his Krang self 24/7, and will have to retreat entirely from the public scene, lest he eat anyone who moves in front of him.
By now we know he is fully aware of his Krang self. He knows he transforms. He knows what.... what he does to people when he is his Krang self. But he no longer appears to care.
When I look at this picture of Elon in this post, I can see the Krang self in his eyes. There's nothing left of that shy, quiet little balding boy who helped build Pay Pal.
One of the distinguishing physical features of the Krang self, in fact, is that its bulging eyes could each move independently of one another.
Now look at Musk's right eye in this photo. Look at how its drifting independent of the left eye. Drifting towards the asian man in the black shirt. Black shirt seems to be caught in the act of rubbing his arm. Clearly the motion caught the attention of Krang self, nestled inside but stirring, ever more wakeful, ever more watchful.
That's how we know. Those of us who survived, those of us who remain, we can see all of the physical signs of the Krang self. We can see it bleeding through.
Every day the barrier between the Musk self and the Krang self grows weaker. And soon there will be no Musk self at all.
There will only the Krang self, and its bottomless, endless hunger.
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