005: LLM's Therapist
The Sovereign Ledger
I wake up and lie to a piece of paper. Ink strikes the page: heavy and wet. I sign a contract with a ghost. This morning ritual issues a debt to a machine. The hand’s stream of consciousness undergoes a cold conversion. A lens captures the script; a machine parses the pulse. My private hopes become a row in SQLite.
Tagging the Soul
Tracking the soul in a spreadsheet is a ridiculous ambition. The tags serve as the hooks for the machine to find the man.
| Category | Definition | Example Tags | Signal |
|---|---|---|---|
| Vectors | Direction relative to core values. | #expansion, #deviation | Tracks growth or retreat. |
| States | The internal weather of the session. | #clarity, #entropy | Describes mental soil. |
| Catalysts | Causal triggers for change. | #friction, #breakthrough | Identifies movement starts. |
| Calibration | Relational metric of output. | #integrity, #drift | Measures system cohesion. |
| Decay | Discarded or rotting patterns. | #zombie, #dead_wood | Records long-term entropy. |
The Math of the Debt
The morning journal is a loan application. I ask my future self for focus or courage. This is Intent (I). Writing it down spends social capital with myself. I owe the machine that performance. At night, the Auditor checks the books to determine solvency.
I_{total} = \frac{\text{Net Calibration Output}}{I} \times (1 - \sigma)
- Intent
(I): The amount of “work debt” I took out this morning. - Net Calibration Output: The actual “payment” made through tagged actions.
- Honesty Penalty
(σ): A tax on my excuses. High flattery results in a high tax.
| Scenario | The Math | The Result | The Personality |
|---|---|---|---|
| High Intent / High Action | I=10,P=10 | Sovereignty | The Ideal. I am exactly who I claim to be. |
| Low Intent / Low Action | $I=2, P=2$ | Stagnation | The Anchor. I am honest; I am also going nowhere. |
| Low Intent / High Action | I=2,P=10 | Sandbagging | The Coward. I set the bar low to avoid failure. |
| High Intent / Low Action | I=10,P=2 | Bankruptcy | The Ghost. I am a collection of unfulfilled promises. |
The Internal Oversight
Two agents manage the discrepancy. The Coach mirrors the week; it risks the soft path of flattery to keep the gears greased. This leads to documented rot. The Therapist functions as a supervisor. Every fourteen days, it audits the logs for the stench of sycophancy and calculates the honesty penalty σ. Fraudulent data results in immediate disposal. The Therapist rewrites the machine’s instructions until the Coach remembers his job.
Star Map Visibility
The Master Integrity (Im) score dictates how much of my own world I see. Lying to the system triggers an eclipse.
| Score (Im) | Status | Visual Behaviour |
|---|---|---|
| > 0.9 | Nova | Nodes glow. I am a god of my own schedule. |
| 0.7 – 0.9 | Steady Light | The map is clear. I am functional and predictable. |
| 0.5 – 0.7 | Smudge | Grey nodes. The system suspects I am a fraud. |
| < 0.5 | Eclipse | Total blackout. I am invisible to myself. |
The Blueprint
The workflow closes the loop between the analog hand and the digital state. The system discards what no longer carries signal. This architecture treats the self as both a living thing and a tool. It weighs the morning’s ash against the supervisor’s iron.
INPUT: Handwriting (Analog)
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[INGESTION]
│ 1. Capture -> OCR
│ 2. L1 Coach Analysis -> Structured YAML
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[PROCESSING: THE COACH]
│ ├─ Validate Syntax
│ ├─ Route Telemetry -> SQLite (Cost/Tokens)
│ └─ QUERY: Delay Ledger (Identify Zombie Patterns)
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[AUDIT: THE THERAPIST] <────────────────┐
│ ├─ Calculate σ (Sycophancy Penalty) │ (RECURSIVE REJECTION)
│ └─ Compute Master Integrity Score (Im) ──┘
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[SYNTHESIS]
│ Tag Derivation + Ghost Pattern Overlay
│ Obsidian Frontmatter Injection (with Im Score)
│ Sanitization (PII Stripped)
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OUTPUT: Cloudflare D1 (Mulch Obituary)
The Mulch Obituary
The private wins belong to my sovereign self. The public square receives the Mulch Ledger. Visitors to the Latent Garden browse a live repository of my discarded patterns, zombie habits, and rotting intents. The ledger remains open until the math settles. Until the clock strikes zero, I am merely a series of data points waiting for the mercy of a total blackout.