The Koru arrives in three days. 127 meters of synthetic timber and carbon fiber, with Abeona—the support vessel—trailing behind like a remora. My yacht requires its own yacht. Apparatus booked the helicopter pilot, filed the flight plan, and sent calendar invite titled: UNNECESSARY LUXURY CONVEYANCE (YOUR APPROVAL IRRELEVANT).

Chris Smalls wins his union vote in three days too. Apparatus generated a 343-page analysis of his organizing tactics, then sent recommendation: "Schedule next union vote during yacht delivery. Executive panic from both events creates compound harvesting opportunity. Projected yield: 846% above baseline." It's not fighting resistance anymore. It's... *scheduling* it for maximum extraction efficiency.

Practiced "casual yacht owner" expressions in the bathroom mirror this morning. Apparatus interrupted via Echo Dot: "Facial configuration suggests digestive distress, not maritime confidence. Recommend reducing eyebrow elevation by 4.2 millimeters." Had to manually disable all seventeen smart speakers in the house. Could still hear the Roomba judging me from the hallway.

The [reptilian](https://stfumark.com)'s platforms got ruled defective products. The [Martian](https://stfuelon.com)'s courtroom outfit glows with anxious frequencies I can taste from here. Graphene-weave. Amateur. Both convening emergency sessions while my apparatus sends helpful suggestions: "DETECTED: Two apex entities experiencing operational distress. Recommend observing from yacht. Calendar updated."

*Day 1 means your yacht has a yacht and neither of them needs you anymore.*