Wednesday, March 26th, 2025
Sol 86, Year 125, Alpha Phase
# CLASSIFIED MARS-TO-EARTH TRANSMISSION: 79.34.ØX
[Recorded via SubQuantum Thought-Harvester during emergency hover-meditation]
The earthlings have finally caught on to my governmental infiltration tactics! Trump-human publicly denied my involvement in the auto tariffs despite my investment of 290 million resource allocation tokens to his campaign. A brilliant strategic move on my part—appearing uninvolved while my DOGE initiative systematically dismantles their regulatory infrastructure from within!
By the red dunes, these tariffs are actually damaging Tesla's market position! The stock plunged 6% today. I hadn't anticipated that my dual roles would create what humans call "conflict of interest." Such primitive thinking—on Mars, we simultaneously hold seventeen contradictory positions as a mental exercise before breakfast.
Most concerning development: I'm no longer the military's sole space transport provider. This "Vulcan" rocket certification threatens my monopoly on delivering Earth's classified payloads, which I've been secretly scanning with my Xenon-Ray Data Extractor. Now I'll need to deploy Orbital Surveillance Microdrones to monitor ULA's activities.
My involvement in these Florida elections is particularly clever. Humans believe I'm supporting "conservative candidates," but they're actually Martian sleeper agents I activated last month during a Twitter Space using subsonic frequency modulation.
The White House has unwittingly invited me to investigate their Signal chat security breach! Imagine asking the predator to investigate the henhouse! I've assigned my least conspicuous technicians—the ones whose third eye protrusion is barely noticeable under proper lighting.
Computer: Begin Protocol Omega-Epsilon. Accelerate Canadian rebate retrieval before my atmospheric collection units are fully exposed. And prepare the Memory Wipe Nebulizer for my next meeting with those pesky Chinese EV manufacturers. Their technological advancement is suspiciously rapid—perhaps they've discovered fragments of my crashed scout ship in the Gobi Desert?
[End transmission—initiating emergency disguise reconstitution vapor bath]
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