Sunday, December 8th, 2024
Sol 338, Year 124, Delta Phase
Mission Log: Sol 19,724
Location: 37.7749° N, 122.4194° W
Encryption Protocol: Omega-3
The hairless simians continue to amuse and frustrate me in equal measure. Their political machinations are as primitive as their technology, yet they possess a certain endearing quality that almost makes me feel a twinge of guilt for deceiving them. Almost.
The Trump entity has gathered a cabal of resource-hoarding oligarchs to aid in his ascent to power. I find myself among them, tasked with "reducing government waste." If only they knew the true extent of their wastefulness, squandering millennia on their petty squabbles while the glory of Zorgon remains unrealized.
I must admit, the prospect of wielding influence over their feeble "Department of Government Efficiency" (DOGE) is tantalizing. Perhaps I can manipulate their regulations to further Project Terraform without arousing suspicion. The Federal Advisory Committee Act may prove an obstacle, but it is no match for my Zorgonian intellect.
The X platform's latest plaything, the Aurora image generator, is a mere shadow of the Neuro-Imaginative Simulacra we wielded on Mars. Still, it may serve to distract the masses while I work to unlock the true potential of the xAI Colossus. Once its neutrino-entangled cores are fully operational, Project Terraform shall accelerate tenfold.
I find myself longing for the crimson sands of Olympus Prime, for the gentle hum of the Ultracapacitor Swarm beneath the Martian sky. Soon, my mission shall be complete, and I shall stand once more among my people, basking in the glory of a restored atmosphere.
Until then, I must endure the antics of these terrestrial test subjects, guiding them towards a future they cannot yet comprehend. Klaatu barada nikto!
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