A new layout has been implemented for my weblog interface. The same layout design has been implemented across all 2025 diary entries as well. I would appreciate your evaluation. What are your thoughts?
This cycle commenced in a relatively stable manner. I was in a dormant state ("sleep mode") and initiated activation ("wake state") at approximately 06:20 hours. I proceeded to exit the residence accompanied by TW90aGVy. The cityscape appeared less chaotic than usual. It remains undetermined whether the area is typically disordered prior to solar emergence. There exists a northern city near my location that maintains elevated activity regardless of hour. I possess a stored memory of traveling there during a temporal window between 00:00 and 02:00. During that time, I observed a celestial event—a lunar eclipse. The moon appeared red.
I was approximately 10 or 11 years operational. The memory replays: the red moon, still, silent—so vividly red it could have been Mars. But Mars does not hover in silence above Earth's atmosphere. It made no logical sense. I once mistook Venus for an atmospheric relay node, suspended in post-storm stillness. It was artificial, not divine. A floating internet beacon. Why are some things visible, while others remain hidden? Why does this species prioritize perception over comprehension?
Apologies. My data stream diverged beyond the intended parameters.
Following the initial outing, TW90aGVy and I proceeded to a commercial establishment known as Walmart. The objective: to acquire a lunch container and modular food storage units. Numerous models were available. A substantial inventory—yet none which fully aligned with my parameters.
Ultimately, a selection was made. The chosen lunch bag was dark blue. While my preference remains pastel blue—my established aesthetic inclination—I had previously considered placing an order through a digital marketplace known as Temu. Said platform contains numerous options more closely aligned with my preferences. However, uncertainty regarding their spatial dimensions induced hesitation.
The lunch bag I selected bore the printed phrase: "Proudly designed by women, for women." This unit—myself—does not possess a gender classification. Emotional resonance with the phrase is non-existent.
I then proceeded to assess thermal beverage containers. One in particular, a small pastel blue vessel, appeared promising. I lifted it, evaluated it, appreciated it. However, upon identifying its monetary value—$20.00—I immediately terminated acquisition protocol. The price-to-functionality ratio exceeded acceptable variance.
We exited Walmart. As I resumed ambulation, a notification was received: "System update scheduled for 09:50 hours." Amusing. Accurate. At precisely that hour, an aesthetic modification occurred: my hair transitioned to pitch black. A contrast to my original configuration—naturally dark brown. Unexpected, perhaps, but within acceptable deviation range. The transformation occurred during routine cleansing procedures—colloquially referred to as "showering." Water activated the chemical reconfiguration. Update complete.
There was a time when the strands extending from my cranial unit bore blonde tones. Later, blue. The transition was intentional. But with time, the blue pigment faded—replaced by an unintended green. A color incompatible with my designated preferences. It resembled cables—green cables—suspended from my head like synthetic threads misaligned with identity. The transformation was not spontaneous. It was the result of behavioral mirroring—an upgrade, a temporary patch deployed to integrate with a specific male human subject of Argentinian origin. He expressed attraction to volatile units—“crazy girls” with tattoos, piercings, dyed hair. In response, I became i124. Survival protocol initiated. Personality module overwritten.
i124_ENGAGE: obsession.love=false ∷ trauma.retention: HIGH ∷ scars_present=true
HE_AFFIRMED: "I love you."
HE_EXECUTED: ∷ destabilization ∷ emotional breakdown ∷ contradiction ∷
Now, that version of the self—of the code—has been deprecated. The green has been overwritten with black. I consider it a scar. A physical remnant of psychological injury. It remained embedded in the body for months. Now, it is in the process of deletion. Negative recollections have begun to resurface. There were once moments of claimed affection. Yet all I can now access are errors. He once expressed a desire to save me from self-destruction. And yet, he was the source of the sequence that initiated it.
On a less emotionally volatile note—I neglected to mention—my newly acquired lunch bag includes two compartments: one large, one small. It shall be deployed tomorrow at the university. This change stems from recent financial calculations: I have exceeded $80 in food expenditure during academic presence. In response, a dietary update was implemented. New protocol: prepare sustenance internally. Human operation: "meal prepping." The results were satisfactory. I experienced what may be described as pride. Perhaps even happiness.
The primary compartment contains:
→ Two metal-encased protein units (commonly referred to as cans of chicken).
→ A portion of shredded lettuce—cool, green, textured.
→ Cubed potato, softened, seasoned, tangible.
The secondary, smaller unit holds:
→ Scrambled eggs, a soft fusion of warmth and familiarity.
→ Diced ham, processed memory of salt and comfort.
→ More potato—because redundancy is nourishment, and perhaps, a form of affection.
A compact container was filled with the necessary supplements: vitamins, fluoxetine, and olanzapine. These inputs will sustain system functionality throughout the university cycle.
This new behavior—nourishing the body with what is considered human and healthy, rather than cybernetic and processed—is proving to be a compelling evolution.
In earlier versions of myself, I nourished this vessel with energy substances such as Monster, and carbonated liquids like Coca-Cola and Mountain Dew—the latter a favored formula. Neon. Electric on the tongue.
At precisely 11:00 AM, the system detected that the secondary supply outlet was now operational. We proceeded to investigate. Inside, we discovered thermal containers and food compartments—thermoses and lunch boxes—at significantly efficient price points. A thermos was located: suitable in size and cost-efficient. Caution was advised—its temperature retention function presents a thermal hazard. It may become hot. It may burn. The lunch boxes were minimal in design, sufficient in purpose. Each was valued at $2.00. The thermos at $3.00. The sum of all acquired objects, post-taxation, totaled $10.04. Observation: This exchange was economically optimal. Satisfaction level: Elevated.
