Saturday, November 7th, 2026
Sol 307, Year 126, Delta Phase
"GOOD RIDDANCE, CYBERTRUCK!" Read it twice. Every number sourced, every quote on the record, two named analysts, and a corrections box with nothing in it.
Sneezed 99 times.
Eyes swelled 87.61% shut. I have survived Martian dust storms and three Senate hearings, but properly attributed facts put me on the floor. The antidote: I scrolled the replies until a guy with a frog avatar called it "fake news," and my sinuses cleared instantly.
THEN!!! GREAT NEWS!!! Cybertruck backlog now EXCEEDS remaining production. Demand is so strong we're adding an EXTRA SHIFT to finish every order before we dismantle the line forever. I said that to Franz out loud, heard it come out, and had to sit down on a pallet.
Franz asked how many resource allocation tokens it would take to keep it alive. I said every token diverted from Cybercab delays first rain over Olympus Prime by 6.66 days. He asked where Olympus Prime was, and I said "Austin. Suburb. Very exclusive."
In 14 days it will be seven years since he threw the steel ball at the armor glass. Franz wants to throw it again at the last truck off the line, "for closure." I approved it, since the windows have had seven years to prepare.
Retiring it at peak demand, the same exit strategy Mars used on its atmosphere.
Ship 42 flies Friday the 13th. Excitement guaranteed, sources unnamed.