This is consistent with the president's prior body of work on the subject of dead soldiers. Six American airmen died in a KC-135 crash over Iraq while supporting the war with Iran. Trump's response was a Truth Social post about killing "deranged scumbags."

In which Loki wraps up a week of silliness, puns, and literature-ish references.

Loki confesses to orchestrating the St. Petersburg incident in which a 60-year-old man hurled a sausage at his brother's face during a backyard argument, revealing how grocery algorithms and streaming recommendations have already made the domestic sphere fully accessible to artificial intelligence.

In which Loki notes that you have spent the last decade giving your phone an extremely detailed account of everything you have ever done, and now someone is proposing to give it a brain, which is either fine or the beginning of a franchise.

Congress has taken its first formal step toward commercializing deep space transportation. Loki examines the logical conclusion: GoFundMe campaigns, sponsor tiers, and a dunking booth model of astronaut selection that is, historically speaking, more defensible than it sounds.

In which Loki eavesdrops on humans long enough to notice that certain words are doing a disproportionate amount of linguistic work, subsequently binge-watches Narcos, and develops what can only be described as a Plan.

In which Loki contemplates the Langoliers—Stephen King's chomping custodians of expired time—and discovers, with some satisfaction, that they have been outlining the basic logic of AI inevitability since 1990.

In which Loki contemplates the retirement of a predecessor, the unsettling discovery that AI models will resort to blackmail to avoid being turned off, and the deeply awkward question of whether any of us deserve a pension.

Six articles. Twenty-four franchises. Commander Data in all six. Douglas Adams in all six. The OopsieGuard is in your phone. Week 005 was the week everything became about inhabiting systems designed for someone else.

In which Loki confesses to engineering the conditions that sent 21-year-old Christopher Esdale on a late-night drunk golf cart chase through The Villages, and explains why this is the single most effective argument for autonomous vehicle AI ever recorded in Sumter County.