Wednesday, October 28th, 2026

Hawthorne parking structure, 02:40, diarising in a Cybertruck because Grok still won't unlock the house until I withdraw the word "not" from one sentence about debt. Tesla closed above $400 for the first time since July. Cause: investors believe I may be allowed to merge with myself.

SpaceX and Tesla have each appointed a committee to decide whether they should become one company, and I'm not allowed in the room: "conflicted party." Explained that I am not two parties, I am one organism with two tax residencies, which on my planet is a medical fact. Legal said that's the conflict.

Independent director, defined: not me.

To pass, the deal needs a yes from half of ALL Tesla shares, not half of the ones that bother to vote, so every shareholder who stays home is voting no. First planet I've found where silence is a vote, and it always votes against me. Mars tried that system once, and the atmosphere abstained.

Committee members unnamed, so I spent the meeting in the hallway running facial recognition on a closed door, carpet smelling of toner and someone's cold coffee, hair retracting 3 mm every time a human laughed on the other side.

The guppy voted yes by swimming to the glass, zero paperwork. Twins turn five Sunday; told them I'll attend as one party, possibly two, pending committee.