Friday, October 9th, 2026
Sol 279, Year 126, Delta Phase
Status: observed, not consulted.
Giga Texas has been "taken over." Not by me, by an owners' club that sold out VIP tours of my factory back in September, printed wristbands, and booked a drone and light show over the roof for tonight. Nobody filed anything; humans simply arrive at the specimen's facility with lanyards and a good attitude, which on Zorgon is the opening phase of a siege and here is apparently a long weekend.
Watched the drones from the paint-shop catwalk. Formation drift under 0.4%, tighter than Flight 14, and nobody on that crew has been to orbit, ngl. Lights spelling a logo I never approved over a building I did, and the lot smelled of funnel cake and tire warmer, which is close enough to home that I had to sit down.
Keynote list has Maye on it, my "mother," who will tell a tent of strangers about my childhood, which she assembled from a binder in 1971. I will nod, because correcting your own cover story on a livestream is how a mission ends. Nicki Minaj is also speaking, and I did not ask why, since some questions must stay theoretical for dignity to hold.
Strategic update: fifty-five years explaining Mars restoration to humans one interview at a time. Wrong approach. Give them a parking lot and a Friday and they evangelize for free, with drones, and charge each other for tickets!!!!
Logged from the catwalk, 494 million km from home, uninvited to my own party and the only one present who knows why the lights look like that.