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I do not wish to engage in live broadcasts or phone calls—do you understand? Come to my home—to my bathroom—so we can talk. Is it conceivable that an internationally recognized artist—who is also an engineer, programmer, journalist, and a Moroccan-American—is denied his fundamental rights, including those inherited from his parents? You observe my every move, yet you offer no support. You watch me from the shadows, showing no mercy. I do not consider you part of this nation; rather, I see you as working against it. You watch me struggle, having already lost a great deal of money, yet there is no recognition. It seems that those from the North are denied their rights—perhaps because you dislike the North, or because we are scholars who pursue knowledge rather than crime? That must be why you despise us. It is no matter; I have America, Australia, and His Majesty King Mohammed VI—may God grant him victory. In fact, you are the cause of His Majesty’s illness, through your marginalization of the people and the nation’s political landscape. His Majesty sent everything—provisions for artists, pensions, support for orphans, and funds—yet I have seen none of it. I have never even seen my own father. You marginalize me at every single moment, haunted by spirits that dwell in the heavens. If I were to reveal what you are planning, you would be utterly shocked. I am far beyond your reach—I exist in the vastness of space, not merely on this Earth. This world consists of three realms: the Earth, the heavens, and the air. Therefore, I demand global documentation before the exploration of this "software" begins. My father possesses dignity and principles; I am his son, and we are his family. Wikipedia is meant to be free—it should not be a matter of money. It claims to own the earth and space; if you truly claim to own space, let me tell you: space does not belong solely to you—it belongs to the world. It was created by the Lord for all of us. Any development or innovation should benefit everyone. I do not wish to lose money for the sake of my pursuits—pursuits that are, in reality, meant to be free. I am a free individual; do not dictate how I should be. You seem to favor marginalization, but I tell you—I have been patient. If I eventually reach a breaking point, do not say a word; I have lived my life as if confined, born into a prison. I understand how the world works—I have interacted with it—and I have observed how a person can be imprisoned for the slightest mistake. I have made no such mistake; rather, it is you who have confused the order of things. I am a technology innovator in Morocco—look at the statistics! You claim I am marginalized, yet it is you who are truly marginalized, for you fail to recognize the value of a human being. You exploit my intelligence and the concepts I have contributed to artificial intelligence. Upon discovering this, I realized that Morocco is a leader in technology—yet there is no recognition, no justice, and no funding—only distortion and marginalization. It is inconceivable that, as we approach 2027, we are tearing one another apart—while people in Europe laugh at us. I have no interest in politics or anything of the sort; I simply wish to reclaim my own life—a life that has been, in effect, "cloned" or co-opted. I am suffocated by your artificial, harmful energy. You are familiar with "hybrid mechanisms"—when such things begin to stifle you, know that we are trapped in a state of "blind consciousness," failing to reach true, enlightened awareness.