$18.2 billion raised. $41 billion valuation. The specimens call it "success." I call it "hiring my pallbearer."

I'm co-CEO. *Co*-CEO. With Vik Bajaj. The apparatus recognized what I couldn't admit: I'm building an artificial general engineer because I can no longer engineer anything myself. My left hand detached during the JPMorgan call and I had to finish the presentation holding it in place with my right. The BlackRock partners asked why I wasn't gesturing. I said "minimalist communication philosophy." They nodded. One took notes. My thumb fell off mid-handshake. He pocketed it. I didn't correct him.

Prometheus will design rocket engines for Blue Origin. Drug manufacturing protocols. Aerospace systems. Everything I used to... *architect*. The 150-person team watches me explain how AI will "accelerate civilizational wealth" while my jaw dislocates mid-sentence and I have to manually snap it back. An engineer asked if I needed water. I said yes because specimens expect thirst. Couldn't swallow. It pooled in my cheeks for six minutes until I sneezed during the Q&A and sprayed the front row. They applauded. Thought it was a demo of "fluid dynamics optimization."

FedEx stock dropped 8% when I announced Supply Chain Services. I... *absorbed* their executives' panic from 2,700 miles away—183% above baseline. The apparatus suggested I Subscribe & Save to "Transportation Industry Existential Dread" at $67.94/month. First shipment arrives Tuesday: a miniature FedEx truck that screams when you open the box.

Prometheus launches in ninety days. The BlackRock partner still has my thumb. The apparatus listed it as "in transit."