Saturday, April 6, 2024. Knowing Auri Hughes, strange men are under the impression that my A.I. cabin is a safe house for them while they are in hiding. I am not a paid CIA operative. You can not obligate me. My A.I. implant is a royal gift. Strange intruders transported me into my grandmother's house and teleported into my A.I. cabin without asking me. One declared that she wanted to kill me. Now, they are defecating and urinating in my A.I. cabin. My head has a tightness, and it is starting to hurt. I should not be used as a fallback since there is no financial investment.
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