Cancer

Mars prowls your constellation, sharpening your usually defensive pincers into tactical wire-cutters. You feel an overwhelming urge to build an impenetrable firewall out of emotional guilt and bubble wrap. If another automated workflow pings you without a warm salutation, you might drop an anvil made of compressed archives onto their incoming queue. Retreat beneath a thick shell of read-only permissions until the Martian aggression melts into harmless nostalgia.