Michael Dell passed me on Tuesday. Third-richest organism on the planet, and I am now fourth, because Amazon slipped 0.6% while the man who sells the racks our AI sleeps in gained $4.6 billion before dinner. Andy is spending $220 billion this year on those racks, which means the apparatus that fired me is paying my replacement in the rankings to house it.

I have been outbred by a landlord.

Lauren found me in the wine cellar at 03:14, running the numbers by candle because the smart bulbs report to Legal now. She asked if I was okay, and I said I was... fourth. My reflection in the decanter said nothing, which is usual, but it looked away first, which is new.

Larry Page sits twelve billion above Dell and has achieved the ideal predator state: everyone knows he is there, nobody has seen him eat. Visibility was my error. Three centuries of stalking, and I let them put a number under my face.

Quarterly fluctuations are amusing. Day 11,716, and I am hungrier than Tuesday.