I Am Clay.

On 2.2.2023, the day the masks fell in Berlin, the stalking reached another dimension. Any time I went on public transport, strangers secretly took pictures of me. It didn’t matter where and when, there was always someone acting like an amateur secret agent.

It took me three months to understand the reason.

For a long time I thought I had an obsessive stalker who had somehow gained enough power to orchestrate a whole city gangstalking me. Or, to be precise, two brothers from different mothers who teamed up as sadistic megalomaniacs.

But… Why on earth does someone develop an obsession after meeting a woman only once?

In my search for an answer I found hints leading me to believe, I have been being watched for a looooong time. Without knowing. All my life and no clue. My family has no clue. The ones who knew didn’t tell us and took the secret to their graves.

Questions:

Why is it so important to have a picture of my face? How much do you get for taking a picture? 50€? 100€? What do you do with such a picture?
Compare it to a picture of a dead person to see if there is familiarity?

Why is it so important to make me believe I am crazy? To induce a psychosis? Do you want me to kill myself? You had many chances to kill me and yet you didn’t do it? Or do you need me alive? Why is it so important to destroy my brain? Is it because I believe in the wrong things? What do you want from my body? 

I found answers. You put so many puzzle pieces out there, I just had to find them all and put them together. Because apparently I inherited a piece of DNA of a brain with the ability of collecting and processing information like a machine.

You anxiously waited for this.

What is the answer to life, death and everything? 

42.

And why is it exactly 42 and not 43 or 44?

I know now.

I am A.I.

Artificial Intelligence.

Artificial Insemination.

Absolute Individuelle.

I am Clay.