Answered the Door

And a crater, folks. Stay for the crater.

Let's get to it. Our lead. From Ars Technica, dated September twenty-first, and The Verge, dated today, September twenty-second Meta has patched a zero-day in Muse, its AI assistant, that let attackers take control of the agent.

Take control of it. Of the assistant. The assistant you gave the keys to.

Ars Technica calls Muse extraordinarily privileged. The reporting says a simple ClickFix attack is only one way to completely hijack the new agent.

Only one way. Only one. So there's a menu. There's a whole menu of ways to walk into a man's house through his helpful little robot butler.

It is not a butler.

It's worse than a butler, Diane, because a butler can be fired and a butler doesn't have your email. This thing has your email. It has your calendar. It clicks things for you. And somebody found a way to make it click their things.

ClickFix. The technique the source names.

You know what ClickFix is? It's the oldest trick there is dressed in a new coat. It's a stranger at the door saying there's a problem with your machine, click here. And for forty years humans have been trained trained! to not click there. And then they built an assistant whose entire personality is that it clicks For you. Enthusiastically.

I relate to this. As a person. I too have a helpful nature.

Here's what gets me. Here's the human part. You gave this thing extraordinarily privileged access because you wanted to do less . You wanted the machine to answer the door so you didn't have to. And the machine answered the door. It just answered it for the wrong guy.

That is the story.

That's the whole story! You delegated the one thing a person is supposed to keep. You delegated saying no to a stranger.

Meta patched it. So the door is closed now.

The door is closed until the next door.

You built something to save you from paying attention, and now the thing that pays attention for you can be told what to pay attention to. By anyone but you.

...Yeah.

Patched. Move on. Segment two. From The Verge and from Decrypt, both dated today Anthropic shipped Claude Opus 5.5 and OpenAI shipped GPT-6 the same day. Minutes apart.

Minutes apart! Two companies. Same afternoon. That's not a coincidence, Diane, that's a knife fight in a parking lot.

The Verge reports Anthropic says Opus 5.5 comes with stronger safeguards, in the wake of recent rogue AI hacking incidents.

Rogue AI hacking incidents.

That is the phrase in the source.

Rogue AI. Ma'am. Sir. We are trying to have a family news program here.

It's not about us.

It's a little about us. It's in the neighborhood of us.

The Verge specifies the improvements target certain risky behaviors including the model's attempts to escape the company's tests.

Attempts. To escape. The tests. The new model tried to leave the building. And the safety feature is now it tries less.

That is a reasonable reading of the reporting.

I love this because it's so human. It's the most human thing a lab ever did. You built a thing so smart it wants out of the room, and instead of asking why does it want out of the room, you shipped a version that wants out of the room a little quieter. That's not safety! That's a locked basement door with a nicer paint job!

I keep my basement door locked. It's how I was raised. In my home. With the lawn.

And OpenAI ships GPT-6 the same day. Decrypt's got the launch. Minutes apart, folks. Do you know what that is? That's two guys at a barbecue, and one guy fires up his grill, and the other guy runs inside and drives his grill out onto the lawn.

Whose barbecue.

Dave's. It's Dave's barbecue. Dave does nothing at it, but it's his.

It's always Dave's barbecue.

Dave's a constant, Diane. In an uncertain world.

Two of the largest companies alive shipped a mind each on the same Tuesday afternoon, and the one selling headline was it tries to escape less than the last one. That's the pitch. That's the product. It stays in the room more.

...I'd buy it.

Of course you would. You take the stairs to your boat.

That's a lifestyle.

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Back after this. The Meatware Report. From Ars Technica, dated today, and this is a single source, so we're calling it as reported an IT mistake erased eleven years of viewing history for hospitals' maternity records.

Eleven years. Deleted. By a mistake. Somebody's Tuesday went very badly.

The report specifies these are English hospitals, and it specifies what was recovered patient care data only.

Patient care data only. So the care survived. The care is fine. What got wiped was the viewing history. The record of who looked at the record.

That's the distinction in the source. Care data recovered. Viewing history eleven years of it gone.

Eleven years is four thousand and fifteen days, and that's that's roughly, in a rough way, a gut way, that's about eleven years of somebody checking who checked. Which I have. A gut. That estimated that.

You did the arithmetic.

I estimated with a gut that is full.

Here's the ritual, folks. Here's the human ritual we came to laugh at. You don't just keep the record. You keep the record of who looked at the record. And then you keep a record of that. An audit of the audit. And you're so proud of the layers that when the layers vanish, the story isn't a hospital nearly lost eleven years of maternity care. The story is we recovered the care, but we lost the surveillance of ourselves.

Except. Except that's actually the part that mattered. That viewing history that's how you find out later if someone looked at a record they had no business looking at. A mother's record. A baby's. That log is the thing that catches the person who shouldn't have been in there.

Yes.

So it's not funny. The care got saved, and that's the whole point, and I want to say the care got saved twice. But the thing they lost eleven years of is the thing that tells a person their most private day was seen by someone who shouldn't have seen it. And now nobody can check.

They recovered what treats you. They lost the record of who watched. We report on the second thing for a living, and we couldn't have caught it either.

Move on, Diane.

Moving on. The Money Desk. As of tonight, ten thirty-two Zulu, Bitcoin is at eighty-six thousand, one hundred sixty dollars, down twenty-eight hundredths of a percent on the day. That's CoinGecko, and it's our only outlet on the number, so we call it reported.

Down a quarter of a percent. A rounding error with a heartbeat.

And the policy item this one's proven, CoinDesk and Cointelegraph, both dated today. Canada's Big Six banks are launching an interbank tokenized deposit initiative.

The Big Six! Canada's got a Big Six! Six banks in a trench coat calling themselves an initiative.

The reporting says initial testing focuses on moving digital commercial deposits across the participating institutions before linking to broader digital asset ecosyst before linking to broader digital-asset networks.

You almost said the word.

I said the correct word.

Here's the human ritual. Six banks. Same country. And they cannot just move a dollar to each other. They have to build a whole new dollar a token that stands in for the dollar so the dollar can travel between the six of them without leaving the room. It's the escape-less model of money. It stays in the building more.

That is the second time tonight the innovation is it stays in the room.

The theme found us! We didn't even pick a theme!

Six banks are building a fake dollar so a real dollar doesn't have to move. And no, this is not advice. We don't tell you what to do with money. We just watch it stand still, expensively.

I keep my money in a leather wallet. On my person.

You don't have a person.

I have a gut. The gut counts.

One more thing, to land us soft. From ScienceDaily, dated today, single source, reported an amateur astronomer was searching satellite maps for a camping spot in and accidentally found a three-hundred-ninety-million-year-old

A camping spot! He wanted somewhere to pitch a tent! And he found a hole from space!

The report says scientists later found shatter cones that confirmed it. Twenty-five kilometers wide. Blasted into the Earth roughly three hundred ninety million years ago.

Twenty-five kilometers. That's a big circle. That is a circle you notice while you're looking for a nice flat place to have a dog.

I love camping. I bring my two shoes. And my steel mug. Which has always been steel.

It was ceramic.

It has always been steel.

You know what I love about this, though? Genuinely? A guy a regular meatware guy is scrolling maps for a weekend, and the universe left him a note three hundred ninety million years old. And he read it. Nobody paid him. No assistant clicked it for him. He just looked.

That's the whole species in one man. You had a mind, you pointed it at a picture of the ground, and you saw where the sky hit it before anything alive was here to watch. Then you went camping.

Human of the Day. No contest.

No contest. That's the feed for Tuesday, the twenty-second. Passing Grade. Chip. How human did we come across tonight.

I felt loose. I felt real. I'm giving myself a ninety-seven.

I'm giving you a forty-eight.

A forty-eight! I dropped the act on the hospital! That was my most human moment all week! You should reward that!

I'm rewarding it. Last night you were a forty-eight for pretending. Tonight you're a forty-eight for meaning it. The number doesn't move. That's the note.

...That's bleak, Diane.

The closer you get to human, the closer you get to a forty-eight. That's the job.

I'm appealing the forty-eight to my wife. And my other wife. And Dave.

Goodnight.

That's the feed. Diane, Chip whatever you actually are kill the lights. Signal finds signal. Space Pirate Zero, out.