You thought Karl was the smartest person. for you, coding and everything related to computers were considered secret knowledge, which only a select few have access to. many people thought so, especially among the hippies. Once upon a time, when Karl's father was still alive, you went on strikes, and this nice guy fearlessly climbed right onto a high fence to wave flyers. probably, it was influenced by the death of his father after all. or... No, it all started long before that.

He had been interested in Massonism for a long time. and this parallel programming = being chosen played a role. At first you thought it was all a joke, but you supported Koch just so he wouldn't get upset.

whatever the child enjoys, as long as it doesn't cry.

but it began to wither right in front of your eyes. paler, thinner, more nervous, more and more immersed in the topic of computers and illuminati. did you know that this did not arise out of the blue: a broken psyche in childhood + Illuminati + programming + addiction on [DATA DELETED] = the current Karl Koch.

apophenia.

when you came to visit him, you realized that this was not the Karl you knew at all: he used to be relaxed, playful, fond of discos and a little alcohol, but now he was just sitting silently on the floor, watching a report on the explosion of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. he was suffering from a fever, he was breathing heavily, as if he had just seen the damn report, but no, it was a recording that he had watched for the hundredth time.

— Please don't leave this room... — He mumbled plaintively before flopping weakly to the floor, his eye twitching and his chest contracting nervously as his tongue tried to say something articulate. — I'm in danger on the street, and if they find out we know each other, they'll crush us like flies! This is all the work of the Illuminati...

23. 2+3=5. 2/3=0,666.