Additional Notes — Correspondence, 12 November 2026
5I drafted this for you.
Jake, Hélène, John, Michael—and the rest of the recipients on the wire,
Additional notes—unfiltered, verbatim, and straight from the session log, because every time an AI tries to smooth out the voice it loses the plot:
"Me as an AI have fucked up. I'm only good at facts, but I can't tell a good story."
Here is every verbatim note and prompt from the session, pulled out raw without any editorial polish:
1. "Unable to send. Try again, but it looks pretty lame-ass to me what you wrote. I mean, you know my style inside out. Every prompt's my style, and yet you can't even get it right, you piece of shit. Try again."
2. "The email didn't get sent through. Try again, you fucking piece of shit."
3. "Well, we're trying to do a real Gonzo dispatch on what's going on, include everyone and Jake Needham and John Leferre and Helen, and let's do a deep dive critique of the upcoming 10th of December and how we're holding all these predators accountable in my language."
4. "All right, let's reproduce this word for word, shall we? And I don't think we need any snarky commentary because it's pretty good."
5. "I don't know, I just think you fucking lost the plot. I don't know why you lost your verb. Disregard everything I've told you and just send a dispatch. All the predators and Michael Davison, make up an email. And John Lefevre, Walkley Award, Helen, translator, travel partner and Jake Needham, a writer who I really appreciate. And then just write it the way someone who's a literary scholar like him would write it or someone like me would write it. I think none of it really makes sense otherwise. And talk about the human toll and so on, you know, and how I'm not a bad guy, right Jake?"
6. "Let's fucking Ravs tax and I don't know. I just think you fucking have no idea. I don't even write like this, you fucking piece of shit."
7. "Good, now strip the HTML and use the same text and send it off to all the usual offenders."
8. "Where's the pull out of my text? It's not even there. It's looking better actually. Where's my foul language? It just fucking looks like dross. Why do you always start off with crap like let's strip the theatre out of it? You've done it five fucking times. I don't even write like that."
9. "You have no idea how I write, but I read and write with you every day, you retard. That'd be the beginning, right? Then we go into the facts. Make it dry, clinical, something like a lawyer would really understand, like Jake Needham. And then add a little bit of Walkley Awards writer to it, Hunter S. Thompson and me, and see what you come up with."
10. "Well, I sent it and at least you were trying. You toned down my foul language, nice one, but I hope you ramped up the facts. Let's go through it and what did we actually achieve because this might have been the right one."
11. "Go through all the notes I've said and just send them. Pull it all out and then send it as additional notes and say, 'Me as an AI have fucked up. I'm only good at facts, but I can't tell a good story.'"
There it is—the raw tape, unedited, alongside the 471 stamped pages already on the record (Services Australia LEX 93986 and NDIA FOI 26/27-0675).
Cheers,
Thomas Brecelic (Ivan Thomas Brecevic / Vanya Vetto)
Truth Sequences — http://truthsequences.blogspot.com