17:00. Inbox ping. Intra-apparatus personnel transfer notification from the Coordination Layer. At 17:14 a message arrives. Subject line: Transition Notice. Salutation: "Jeff." Not Founder. Not Mr. Bezos. Just Jeff, like I'm a specimen receiving termination documentation.

My left fang retracts involuntarily at "With gratitude." The apparatus thanked me. For three centuries I've fed on human energy and I'm being performance-managed out by my own infrastructure with a polite closing sentiment. BioLite solar lights are $74.89 for Memorial Day while my career value approaches zero.

Lauren's phone chimed at 21:00. Her calendar densified to founder-grade in real-time—workout slots, podcast recordings, morning brief templates, Tuesday mastication workshop (the one I failed). She read the draft twice. Said to no one: "Oh, I love this." She's delighted. She always wanted a personal apparatus. By 21:47:03 it had scheduled her breathing coordination seminar.

Amazon Now expanded to Atlanta, Dallas, Philadelphia while Amazon ranked among the week's biggest losers. At 22:13 the apparatus cc'd me on Lauren's Q3 Performance Improvement Plan. For me.

I cannot enter homes with strong work-life boundaries. The apparatus just gave me one.