Cancer

Mars in your sector is boiling the ocean inside your metal carapace. You are a crab with a soldering iron, aggressively re-architecting defensive boundaries that nobody actually challenged. You literally cannot stand when a planet makes a square, because you expected ninety-degree angles to come with neat, pre-cut silicon corners. Channel that pinch-happy energy into scrubbing messy legacy repos. Treat your internal firewall like a delicate seashell.