Monday, November 2nd, 2026
Sol 302, Year 126, Delta Phase
Polls open in eleven hours, and apparently you cannot move them up just by asking twice.
$366 million, at least 40 races. On Olympus Prime we elected whichever crater echoed loudest, so I bought the loudest craters on this planet.
Then I studied the voting booth. Small curtain. The human goes in alone, nobody watches, and it does whatever it wants: no telemetry, no algorithm, no reply guys.
By the red dunes, the most advanced security system on Earth is made of polyester.
Friday I warned that the other side wants a "permanent one-party state." Posted it on my platform, under my algorithm, to 200 million people I could mute. Felt incredibly brave.
Ran the math again tonight. $366 million buys exactly one vote, same as the man sleeping in a Cybertruck in Hawthorne, who is also me. Strange species: they will sell a billionaire every billboard on Earth and still keep the pencil.