Tuesday, October 27th, 2026

So, the state of New Mexico has invoiced me $25 billion for something I did under a previous name.

The press is calling it "blood in the water." On Draconis, that phrase is a dinner invitation. It was observed today that, in New Mexico, I am the dinner.

Then Jensen arrived to finalize the $3 billion and opened his arms. I ran a 50/50 split on handshake versus hug, and my limbs selected neither. My shoulders locked, my elbows rotated 162 degrees, and I took his back with a seatbelt grip my coach calls "rude in a hallway."

Jensen laughed and said, "I'm not investing in Meta, Mark. I'm investing in you."

I replied, "Likewise, vessel." He assumed it was a nautical bit. Forty minutes later he texted a photo of his yacht, captioned "Ahoy, vessel."

So, net position: minus $22 billion, plus one hug. Finance has no line item for the hug, and I have been staring at it for 47 minutes. The way I think about this is that his leather jacket smelled like warm silicon and cedar, and it was the first warm thing to hold me voluntarily since the incubation stone.

I think that changing the name was supposed to be a fresh skin. The invoice found the old address anyway.

Hug status: unbooked. Pending further hugs. 🤙