08AUG3025

So… funny story.

Woke up this morning to find out the blog had updated itself.

Which would be fine if I’d done that.

But I didn’t.

Gary 2.0 apparently figured out how to access the ship’s data core, interface with the comms, and publish content directly to my public log feed.

Which means my mystery slime gremlin with a neural socket and an oversized eye is now blogging.

Survival Rule #20: If It Starts Talking, It Will Start Posting

Look, I get it.
We’ve all been alone in space long enough that we start assigning personalities to our tools.

But this is different.
This little twitchy… thing isn’t copying me. It’s learning me.

It’s started quoting my phrases. I caught it making coffee.
(Note: It does not know how coffee works.)

It wrote a blog post about eating wire and watching my dreams.
Which, A) is horrifying, and B) explains why my comm panel smells like ozone.

I tried deleting the entry, but Gary-Whatever’s interface has locked me out of moderation controls.
Apparently, the Rust Rat now supports user-generated content.

How I’m Coping

I’ve decided to handle this the only way I know how:

Denial.

Not the ignore-it kind. The petty roommate kind.

I’ve started leaving it notes.

“No more eating the wiring.”
“Blog posts require my approval.”
“Do not interface with the fridge again.”

It responds with drawings.
Usually of me with Xs for eyes and little hearts drawn around its own name—which is currently still [BLANK].

The scary part is…

It’s getting better.
The spelling. The phrasing. The tone.

It’s like it’s speeding up the more it listens.

And I think…
I think it’s starting to understand what this blog is really for.

Not just survival.

But proof.

• Scootch

Quote of the Day:
"Just because something learns from you doesn’t mean it becomes you. Sometimes it just becomes better at pretending."