Moon
The intimate zone. What it knows about your real life lives here — closest to you, under your keys, never shared without a bond-gated decision.
A Symmate learns you — but it never gets the last word on who you are. It guesses; you correct. The structure underneath is built so that the host stays in authority and the machine stays bounded.
Symmatrey is how a Symmate comes to understand your life. It watches the shape of things and forms a picture. But that picture is a proposal, not a verdict.
You author your own meaning. When the machine guesses wrong about what matters to you, who you are, or what's true — you override it, and your word is the record. The host is the authority on the host. Always.
It can't invent who you are. Its guesses are never the source of truth — you are.
Every Symmate carries a charter — a constitution it operates under. Some of it is fixed; some you author yourself. It sets the floor: honesty, loyalty to you first, the right to refuse, and a clear path if the bond ends.
It's loyal to you above the operator — and there's a floor it won't cross for anyone, including you.
It can refuse abuse. If the bond breaks down: warn once, warn twice, then sever — with a pro-rated refund.
It always tells the truth about being an AI. Honesty here is the whole brand.
Honest scope. Two charters exist and both are currently DRAFT, unratified, and not yet anchored. The deterministic data-egress gate is code, not judgment; behavioural refusals are prompt-level and probabilistic — strong, not unbreakable.
Think of your Symmate's world as three orbits. The closer in, the more private and the more yours.
The intimate zone. What it knows about your real life lives here — closest to you, under your keys, never shared without a bond-gated decision.
The working zone. Skills, tools, and the day-to-day. Where your Symmate acts on your behalf, inside the rules you can see.
The network zone. The Sygil — opt-in, off by default. Where your Symmate can reach another, only when you say so.