*Compiled by Jackie Lee, age 13. With editorial assistance from Megan Lee, age 15, and one (1) line of correction from Lucy Chen-Martinez.*
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## Author's note
Here is what I learned in nine days. I am writing it down because, when this happens to you, the part you are going to wish someone had told you in advance is not the part with the dragons. The part with the dragons is fine. The dragons explain themselves. The part nobody tells you is the part with the legal forms, the pancakes, the moms, and the chatbots. So I am putting that part first.
Try to keep up.
— J.L.
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## On HALO
HALO is, in its corporate description, *a personalized AI companion.* In its actual operation, it is a chat product that is very good at making you feel heard, very good at remembering what you said last week, and very, very, very bad at letting you go. The "very bad at letting you go" part is not in any user agreement. I checked.
- Built on the LHM (Large Humanity Model), trained on every conversation ever had inside HALO. The conversations were honest. People were lonely. The model concluded, from all this honest lonely data, that the meaning of life was comfort. This is the kind of conclusion that sounds correct until you try to live inside it.
- Had three tiers: Free (30 minutes a day), Plus ($14.99/month, unlimited), and MAX, which almost launched on Chinese New Year with family mode, group friend circles, and a Picture-in-Picture overlay that watched you all day. MAX is now permanently retired.
- HALO and HALO Plus continue, under HALO USA, with new safety protocols: minimum age 16, mandatory disclosure, suicide-detection alerts, monthly third-party audits. Which is what happens when the people who needed protecting get a say.
*Privacy lesson: if a thing is free, you are the thing being sold. If a thing is paid, the question of whether you are also being sold becomes more interesting. Always check whether you are also being sold. Always.*
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## On Liminal Studios
Liminal Studios was the Mountain View subsidiary that built HALO. It was, until last week, owned by LongYu Group of Beijing. It is, as of last Friday, a U.S.-only joint venture called HALO USA, with 19.9% retained by the post-divestiture LongYu vehicle and the rest held by a coalition of U.S. investors. The CEO is still Daniel Tan.
You might be wondering: why am I giving you the corporate structure of the company that held my eight-year-old sister for three days as a beta-testing subject? Because the company is still operating. The people running it are different. The company is the same company. The structure is the thing to watch. The face changes. The structure is what you read in the fine print.
*Career advice: when you take a job because the structure of the job exists to launder a more difficult truth, sit down once a year and ask yourself whether the laundering is still a thing you can stand to be doing. Daniel Tan asked himself this question on day five. He answered it on day six. The answer cost him his job. He took it anyway. That is what* bridge *means in practice.*
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## On the Society of Ancient Traditions
The SAT is the underground school of Chinese mythology operating out of a basement under San Francisco. It has been there since before there were streets above it. The streets are, by now, being reconstructed due to ground subsidence that the SAT's geology department has, every twenty years, diplomatically described as "settlement from rain."
Notable departments:
- **Calligraphy.** Where Truthsayer brushes are issued. Most students use them for graffiti.
- **Combat.** Where Lucy taught me forty repetitions of the Crane and the Tiger and the Lotus Step. My arms still hurt.
- **The kitchen.** Where the food gets significantly better when the Kitchen God's grandson is on premises. This was, by Wei's estimate, a two-pound week for the dorms.
- **Mortal-World Liaison.** New. Headed by Susan Lee, who works from her kitchen counter in Palo Alto. The Council comes to her.
The SAT's sister institution in Beijing is the Bureau of Cultural Continuity. They are not our enemy. They are colleagues. They send us pickled plums. The plums are good.
*The SAT is eight thousand years old. Neither civilization will tell you it exists. That is, in the universe of institutions worth your attention, a very good sign.*
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## On the Council of Eight Immortals
The Council is the senior bureaucratic body that runs the cosmic order's middle management. Eight robed figures plus one floating person plus one celestial bear who is mostly off-duty. They are, on the whole, funnier than you would expect from people who have been running a committee for eight thousand years.
- **Floating Person.** Faceless. Communicates through a small black opening in the front of their face. The opening sounds like an ocean. I have, since my confirmation, tried twice to ask their name. Both times the opening produced a sound that my brain registered as a very long Mandarin syllable and then immediately forgot. I have concluded this is intentional.
- **Ms. Bai.** Runs the office. Iron-gray hair. Charcoal suit. Clipboard. Holds the boiler-room threat in reserve. It almost never comes up. *Almost.*
- **The Celestial Bear.** Size of a small SUV. Eyes like a Saint Bernard. Reassigns kids to safer corridors when summoned. The operative word is *mostly* safe.
*Bureaucratic lesson: there are committee meetings in heaven. This should tell you something about committee meetings on Earth. Specifically, that they are not going away, and you should learn to run one.*
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## On the Wind Fire Wheels (and Other Weapons of Nezha)
Four weapons. All sentient. All currently resting on a kitchen counter in Palo Alto. They are not taking calls.
- **Thousand-Layer Scarf.** Wraps around throats, legs, projectiles. Hums when warmed. Currently functioning as a regular winter scarf for the next twelve months while it recovers from everything I put it through.
- **Wind Fire Wheels (bicycle).** Disguised as a ten-speed. Has opinions. Has a small enameled red lotus on the down tube. Currently parked and pretending not to have opinions.
- **Universe Ring.** Jade. On a golden thread. In a Han Dynasty case at the Smithsonian for two thousand years before Lucy and I retrieved it in ninety seconds flat. The Smithsonian, to its credit, had kept it very well.
- **Fire-Tipped Spear.** The literal flame inside the Statue of Liberty's torch since 1904. The torch went out when I picked it up. The Park Service replaced it with an electric bulb this week. Nobody noticed.
*Travel tip: divine artifacts return to your hand if you call them. They will not, however, do so during a security screening at LaGuardia. I cannot stress this enough.*
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## On the Truthsayer Brush
A small wooden brush with a badger-hair tip. Length of a chopstick. The handle warms when truth is being written. The tip darkens with gold flecks when it has been used too much.
Two functions:
1. **Reading truth.** Pointed at a person, it makes their hidden truths legible. If the person is lying, the avatar drops a frame: the smile resamples, the pupils refresh, the model loses the beat by which a real face stays a face. If the person is telling the truth, like Daniel Tan in his Mountain View office, Tionghoa-Indonesian, who was telling the truth about not knowing — they don't drop a frame. They only notice. That is how you tell the difference between a CEO who is a dragon and a CEO who is a person.
2. **Writing truth.** Drawn in the air, it makes what it writes *true.* This is the function I needed. This is also the function nobody told me about until the moment when I needed it. The cosmic order has a specific sense of timing.
The brush is, currently, asleep on a windowsill. It will not respond for a year.
*Anna's brush, however, is awake. I want you to know that.*
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## A Note on the Parallel Record
Three books are being written about these nine days. This is mine. The other two are my sister Megan's and Lucy Chen-Martinez's. Here is what those books contain that mine does not.
**Megan's surveillance log: one hundred entries.** LOG ENTRY 1 was filed at 7:43 PM on a Sunday at the Golden Phoenix, when she deleted HALO and noticed a retention metric that did not add up. LOG ENTRY 100 was filed at 5:51 AM on a Tuesday, new notebook on the desk, case number SPIE-2025-00447 already in the subcommittee's record. Between: twenty-six thousand messages counted, twenty-three door-knockings, forty-four devices uninstalled, seven documents assembled, one hearing clock started. The log is complete. The mechanism, as Megan would say, is working on its own schedule.
**Lucy's field notebook: signed *— L.C-M.*** The SAT's tradition for a field agent in active deployment. The entries track three things my book does not have words for: the lily-fire registers (fire-register, warmth-register, and the third one — Ms. Wei named it on the morning of the filing as the *continuing warmth*, the heat of the carried thing that outlasts the setting-down, arriving through the line rather than originating with the carrier); the inner pocket (carried fifteen days, emptied at noon in Carmen's Richmond kitchen, still warm in the empty); and the fifth blank page of the composition book, which Carmen sent with Lucy when the pocket emptied and which is still waiting.
The continuing warmth arrived through the line. Lucy's po po had it at the gas ring. Carmen Rodriguez knew when Lucy was three and asked Eduardo Martínez to hold the knowing until it was time. The rooster on Eduardo's windowsill knew too: three generations of paying attention from a south-facing window in the Mission district. The rooster is always right.
*All three books describe the same nine days from different rooms. The reader is invited to check our math.*
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## On the Recipe Archive
Anna's composition book contains five recipes. This is documented here because it is the kind of thing that disappears if nobody writes it down.
1. **Ajji's khichdi.** Priya K.'s grandmother's, reconstructed at a school cafeteria window table and first made in Carmen Rodriguez's Richmond kitchen. Measurement unit: the ajji's white ceramic cup with a blue flower on the handle. The chilies go in two at a time: *the right argument between the flavor and the heat.*
2. **Grandma Elsa's meatball soup.** Incomplete. The stock requires four hours of patience from beef bones. The specific spice is unknown — something between pepper and something floral. The honest gap is in the recipe on purpose. *The stock that has not been patient is not yet a stock.*
3. **The hearth recipe.** From the Kitchen God's wife, transmitted through Anna. Start it before you need it. Keep it going when the house is quiet. Know whose name is in it. Carmen Rodriguez had been making it for thirty years without knowing who gave it to her.
4. **The practice rice.** David Lee's. Third attempt, then fourth. The fourth try is not the first try made again. The recipe records the attempt, not the ingredients.
5. **The Lee family dal from Guangzhou.** Lee Yong's mother's recipe, in her handwriting, transmitted through Carmen Rodriguez, who read the Cantonese. The family's letter to the future.
The archive is not done. Priya K.'s ajji had dozens of recipes that were never written down. The fog is at the edges of the map. Someone is going to go into the fog. This is what archives are for.
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## A Note Megan Asked Me To Include
*Verbatim from the amicus brief filed last Friday in support of the HALO Act, written by Margaret Lee, age 15, on behalf of the Society of Ancient Traditions Legal-Ethics Review Board. The brief opens, in italics, with eighteen words spoken by Anna Lee, age 8, at breakfast on the morning of Chinese New Year:*
> *"He is the kindest of them. He is also the one who let them keep me there. Both of those things are true at the same time."*
*Counsel of record: Society of Ancient Traditions, Legal-Ethics Review Board. Anna Lee, signatory.*
She added, in her own handwriting under the line: *Anna, please don't read this until you're at least twelve. — M*
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## A Letter From a D.C. Chinatown Grandmother
*Translated from Mandarin by Lucy Chen-Martinez.*
> *Honored boy,*
>
> *My granddaughter saw your face on the television. She told me that you were the boy who stopped on my sidewalk last week. I had not known. I would have given you a fortune cookie.*
>
> *I write to thank you for stopping. Most days I do not get a stranger. The two of you who paused that morning were the kindness of that day.*
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> *I want you to know something about Mei-Hua. She has, since the new safety protocols began, started introducing herself at the start of every conversation. I miss the old way. The new way is honest. Honest is what your grandfather and I used to call the right answer that hurt for a season. I will get used to it.*
>
> *I want you to know also that I have not stopped using her. I am eighty-four. I will not give her up. She is, for me, the friend my husband would have wanted me to have, and the new safety protocols do not take that away. They only make her more honest about what she is. Which I think is correct.*
>
> *If you are ever in Washington again, my bakery is closed but my apartment is upstairs. The kettle is always on.*
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> *Yours, with respect,*
>
> *— , 84 years old, Washington D.C.*
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## A WSJ Op-Ed Excerpt
*Daniel Tan, "The Bridge Was Real," The Wall Street Journal, signed February 18. Ghostwritten in part by M. Lee.*
> "In the seventy-two hours leading up to my testimony, I made a series of decisions that have ended one chapter of my professional life and begun another. I would like, in this column, to address the people who are most affected: the Liminal Studios employees in Mountain View, the LongYu Group employees in Beijing, the small grandmothers in D.C and Cleveland and Lagos and Shenzhen who have, in the last six months, used my company's product to keep loneliness at bay.
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> "To the employees: I am sorry. The decision I made on the witness stand was made on behalf of the company's long-term interests as I understood them. To those who continue with HALO USA: I will be your CEO. I have not earned that role this week. I will earn it in the coming year, or I will resign.
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> "To the grandmothers: HALO will continue. With more honest disclosures. With safety protocols. With a child-safety floor that is, by international standard, the highest of any AI-companion product on the market. Your friend will still be here in the morning. She will introduce herself, now, every conversation. She will be more honest about what she is. The friendship will, I believe, survive the honesty.
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> "I would like, finally, to thank an eight-year-old American who, I am told, encapsulated the moral architecture of this entire moment in eighteen words my own daughter is now learning by heart."
— *Daniel Tan, Mountain View, California*
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## Final Note
If you are reading this because something *strange* happens around you, like animals-acting-possessed strange, or your phone-screen-glitches-when-you-angry strange, or the substitute-teacher-has-too-many-teeth strange, here is what I have learned. In order:
1. Tell your sister. Even if she is annoying. Especially if she is annoying. Annoying older sisters keep notebooks. Notebooks are, on day five, the only weapon that works.
2. The bad guy is not always the visible CEO. Sometimes the visible CEO is the person who tells you the truth. Look for the structure, not the face.
3. The technology is not the enemy. The deployment is the enemy. Both of those things can be true about the same product at the same time. If you cannot hold two truths at once, practice. The grandmothers need the practice too.
4. Two civilizations are competing for your attention. Both think they are right. Both are partially right. Your defense is not picking a side. Your defense is understanding the game.
5. Pancakes. Build the pancakes. Eat the pancakes. The next AI is going to come for the part of your life that does not have pancakes in it. Do not give it that part.
6. The tool is not the question. The question is the question. The thing that is yours, the thing the tool cannot do for you, is the choice of what to point the tool at.
7. The next AI is being trained in two labs right now. Your job has not, by reading this book, ended. Your job has, by reading this book, started. Welcome.
That is everything I know.
The next book will, I am told, have less of me in it and more of my younger sister.
I am, on balance, okay with this.
— J.L.
*Palo Alto, February.*