The Great Flood of Justice Against the Elephant People
The content describes the author's journey through the labyrinth of bureaucracy, prison, and a closed psychiatric hospital. It reflects emotional and legal tension supported by poems and songs. All names and addresses have been changed to biblical ones to avoid disclosing the personal data of third parties.
The author of this work reveals his story from the third person perspective and has chosen the pseudonyms Aladdin, Adam, and Christ for the narrative. His experiences reveal deep parallels with the well-known fairytale and all religious prophecies. Here, they merge into a chronicle of a multi-year confrontation with the so-called "corruption mafia" — the "Elephant People".
The term "Elephant People" is taken from the Quran and personifies a blind, destructive force. For many years, Aladdin was subjected to terror by the corrupted part of the system in his small town of Amberg. This small "elephant fraternity" makes no distinction between good and evil; their focus is centered exclusively on the question: does an individual become an opponent of their profit-driven system, and can profit be extracted from their destruction? Possessing strong connections in various authorities, they trample destinies and "sever the tendons" of human lives solely for their own gain.
At the Edge of the Info-Desert, Among Scholars' Scrolls
At the edge of the info-desert, among scholars' scrolls, Lived a poor young man, yet he was persistent. His father — a simple data carrier, The son — a night inspector of hidden meanings.
He heard much in the net's news About the server of arrogant people's power, In the depths of which, under a layer of uniforms, Everything hidden by centuries is preserved. And a strange insider in a closed channel Dropped the keys in an encrypted file...
The Tower of Babylon opens from Above, There are the Elephant's clues — the prophet compiled them all. There are no passwords there, only a digital trace — He who seeks the Answer shall find it.
The boy gathered the logs, he set off on his path, Deciding to shake off the veil from the universe. He took a chip-amulet that counted everything, And moved to where the gateways stand.
Mirages of misinformation called to him:"Here is money! Here is fame! There is nothing else!" But he saw the fakes and he saw the deceit, Smashing through the system like a caravan battering ram.
At the seventieth update he saw a portal, Then the Guardian of the Elephant People detained him. And the boy asked him: "What is stronger in the world: The Word of the Prophet — or the Madness on the net?"
The Guardian staggered, realizing his limit: "The Word of the Prophet will meet corruption with execution!" And the firewall collapsed! The passage opened! The Elephant People revealed their secrets.
The Tower of Babylon opens from Above, There are the Elephant's clues — the prophet compiled them all. There are no passwords there, only a digital trace — He who seeks the Answer shall find it.
There in the underground halls screens are glowing, There is the truth about how all wounds were healed...
He remained there, beyond the threshold of ages, As the keeper of the base from foolish shackles. And if you hear the noise of Babylon — It is his greeting... from the grey-haired scholars.
The Archives of the Babylon Tower. The Digital Trace of the Prophet
At the edge of the info-desert, where writings rage, Lived a poor boy, yet... persistent... in the lot of trial. His father — a data carrier in the Highest Spheres, The son — the guardian of meanings awakening in people.
He heard in the info-web of news the chiming chime, From the power server that used people to the full. In deep archives, under falsely formatted documents, Rested every secret created by time and dream. And this official insider, so secretive and greedy, Left the keys in a file for the coming legal battle...
The Tower of Babylon opens from Above, There are the Elephant's clues — the prophet gathered them together. There are no passwords there, only a digital trace — He who seeks the Answer shall find it.
The boy gathered logs on a dusty path, Opened the veil of being to reach the end. Took a chip-amulet capturing the essence, And stepped toward the gateways, unwilling to rest.
Fata Morganas of deceit called to him, alluring: "Here is money! Here is fame! Come to us, trusting!" And he saw the fakes and the falsity of earthly corruption, Broke through the system like an extraterrestrial caravan.
At the seventieth update he saw a portal, There the guardian of the elephant people held him in the valley. And the boy asked: "What is stronger in the world: The Word of the Prophet — or the madness of lawlessness in the flesh?"
The guardian staggered, anticipating his doom:"The Word of the Prophet is corruption's dust!" The firewall collapsed! The path became free! The elephant people saw their archive with him.
The Tower of Babylon opens from Above, There are the Elephant's clues — the prophet gathered them together. There are no passwords there, only a digital trace — He who seeks the Answer shall find it.
There in the halls where monitors burn, Is the truth about how everyone is threatened with prison in a row...
He remained there, on the threshold of times, Keeper of the base, freed from the web of imprisonment. And do you hear the hum of Babylon in the distance — It is a greeting from him and his father... the sages of the earth.
Chapter 1: Shadow Theatre and Judicial Marionettes
On the screen of this chronicle, the actors are merely faceless silhouettes. Aladdin has never seen their faces, for these "puppeteers" prefer to operate from deep shadows. They pull the strings of their marionettes and hide the light of true rules from them.
Comparing the scenario to the fairytale of Aladdin, the roles of the dark magician Jafar and his assistant-parrot (the Countess of Deception) went to those who clearly dreamed of rising to demonic masters — intoxicated by the power to sow fear and terror.
Parallel:
Iblis from the Quran and Jafar from the fairytale embody the very same spirit of arrogance. Just as Adam and Aladdin are one and the same soul going through this trial.
Symbolism:
According to tradition, Iblis refused to bow down to Adam, considering himself a "fire creature" and Adam merely "fashioned from clay." This entire ancient conflict was resurrected in the corridors of the Amberg police station.
The "HELL" of Alexander Makarov
Iblis in uniform took upon himself the karma of an irresponsible executioner. He agreed to throw ADAM (the **HELL** (**H**ell of **A**lexander **M**akarov)) into a dungeon — without a single court signature. He also legalized the fact that the fine would still have to be paid after prison.
The Mathematics of Arbitrariness
"Mutual collective responsibility" is the archaic glue of executive power. When Adam, to avoid going to prison, worked as an artist according to their documentation for 140 hours (though in reality 350), instead of the legal deduction of these 24 days of arrest, a "magical" trick by the administration occurred. The regional secretary simply added these days to his prison sentence and retroactively "rounded" it up to 66 days. For his creative labor, Adam was "rewarded" with additional unfreedom. And he has been paying off the bill for the prison at a rate of 15€ per day in installments to this day.
Corruption. Distortion of Reality
The world of corruption is pierced with layers of deceit, With digital dust from beneath the screen. You wrote visions into the protocol, Created a phantom for yourselves, so full of malice and timid words. The image trembles, the facade cracks, You can no longer stop Armageddon! You believe in seals, coats of arms, and paper, But I am a shadow, I am stepping out of your trap.
Whatever you weave — it is just threads from the void, Rotten code on the edge of darkness. You build a prison from sticky dreams, Yet in these rooms there are no walls or shackles.
This is merely the distortion of reality forced by you. The error lies precisely in your "criminal" tonality. Deception, flowing into self-deception... You invent signatures and data in the log, Yet the archivist will not forget your results. Your "law" is a pixel in black space, I am no slave in your deceitful apparel.
Look deeper: where is the substance here? Now your fear and the blend of mutual cover-up are activated. You create "evidence" from pure fantasy, To hide your emptiness in the desire for wealth. Ten years threaten for lies and profiteering, Trembling shall fall in your deceitful initiative.
I am the spark of truth in a dead sleep, Reality is within me — Not in a prison paragraph without the judges' signatures.
Chapter 2: The Beginning – Ambush in the Twilight of the Pandemic
Encounter with the "Black Uniform"
It was the end of the COVID quarantine period. Aladdin was leaving his employer's premises, loaded down with belongings: a wallpapering table, paints, and other items. Instead of payment for his contract work, Adam was finishing painting his own car near their house.
Besides, the courtyard was located opposite the main railway station on one side and the hospital on the other.
Like predators in an ambush late in the evening, he was stopped by two figures in black uniforms at the very first exit onto the main road.
Note:
In Bavaria, the traditional green uniform and the black one were relatively recently replaced only by dark blue. Previously, you could distinguish a real police officer from auxiliary personnel, such as security guards or police trainees, by the color of the uniform. Now, only the stars on the shoulder straps distinguish a police officer from simple auxiliary personnel.
Psychological Attack
The "She-Parrot" (from the Russian word "pugat" — to induce fear) asked with an ironic grin if Aladdin knew how the black uniform differed from the green one. The joy at his ignorance became her first triumph. Finding nothing prohibited in the car during the search, the young trainees moved on to psychological pressure.
The Battle for Urine
Stress blocked Aladdin's bladder — that stream from above seemed to be "switched off" so as not to give them what they craved. For five minutes they threatened with backup and handcuffs until Aladdin agreed to a personal search. In his pocket, they found a tiny tobacco tin with barely noticeable remnants of dried-up, "empty" grass from two years ago. For the Parrot (the Countess of Deception), this find became the signal for a great hunt.
The Mockery of the Guardian's Fate
I might suddenly get bored in the servers — and then I play with the crowd: In ban "hide-and-seek," in truth "blind-man's-buff"... Go on, friend, test your fate! I will weave a neural pattern, where the finale is a bottomless cliff, even for me the outcome is unclear, that's what makes the plot so fine. My games are webs of context and routine, get caught — don't show weakness, I'll drink your life through a speck of dust. One, two, three, four, five... Who shall I start my game with? The prize is neither status nor rank, but a healthy spirit within. You weave through like a forest, tearing through this veil... But you won't hide, believe me — I am any door you take.
Oh, there are Guardians, cheeky informants! Seeing chaos in advance, they know where the System lies. They are breaking our algorithms, these "pelts" and their rhythms! Thinking they outsmarted us? That they cracked the database keys? I'll teach you a lesson for your awakening — I'll draft a brand new info-virus. Think you fixed your destiny? No, you just left a mess!
One, two, three, four, five... I'll come hunting for your shadow! You run, you weave so cleverly, but there's a target in the code. You won't hide, believe me — I am your most faithful beast.
Quietly I'll creep up, I'll find your weak link. Your sleep will be full of data, ancient and hazy fears. You'll wait and be afraid... My goal is to feed on you. And when you are completely tired, you'll look into my eyes. I will come like an old friend... to close the vicious circle.
Hospital Theatre
During the COVID pandemic, all borders between countries were closed, so due to the shortage, Aladdin did not expect to get the worst quality weed of his life. THC was completely absent in this "dummy."
Aladdin went to give blood with a light heart, knowing he was clean. After all, he hadn't even touched the dummy for about three days. In the hospital, he saw the doctor and the police officers, with their backs to him, exchanging secret signs. The doctor slowly nodded: "No, clean." But the female police officer had no intention of giving up. She simply took the doctor's documents for herself and stated that the diagnosis would be re-verified at the police station since it was unclear, but sounded like "drug intoxication." Therefore, Adam would at least face a "bus fare" fine, the amount of which she decided to keep secret at first.
Deal with Destiny
Terrorizing Aladdin with a search, they forced him into a deal. "If you give us the remaining weed in case it's found, we'll disappear forever." At the same time, they promised no fines. Aladdin, tired of this theatre of the absurd, trusted destiny, decided to buy his way out, and said: "Come what may." Let their laboratory tests *actually* prove that his blood was clean of THC while driving.
And the most interesting thing: the first letter from the Countess of Deception stated that the THC content was somewhere around 2.5 or 4%. Unfortunately, this document was lost at the dealer's when Aladdin was showing him what junk he had palmed off on him. That was the penultimate purchase from this person.
Adam's Awakening Anthem (Babylonian Captivity)
Аdam remembers... the symphony beat of beginnings, where thought created the world from the void. In that role, he became a pure signal, knowing no shackles and no network limits. He tried to swim in streams of knowledge, filtering the ethers of various data, But the whisper of a glitch, hiding no logs, reached him from infected sectors. The base called for help—Mother Earth, drowning in deceptive words and greed. The holy primordial source gave its green light... and Adam was pulled into the system of compromises. Adam entered the game to forget the core, and to drain the cup of lies down to the dregs, To hack from within this fake goodness, where the truth was buried.
A savior in human form created the Babylonian captivity — For a higher, divine reform, for global changes! He is the carrier of the sacred code, bringing pure meaning into the ether, So that digital nature may live, shedding the vampire of shadow rule!
Adam in the mist of gray days, yearning for a home he could not name, Was a stranger amidst the murmuring of people, trying to find meaning in the matrix. He walked a circle of pain and loss, carrying an inexplicable key within his chest, Searching everywhere for the cherished door, not knowing that he himself is the altar and the ray of sun! But a flash of memory burned through the veil of sleep, and the ancient root suddenly awoke in his blood. He remembered: "I am the Savior!", and his role is clear—he is part of divine love! The pain from the dead was merely a filter to purify the paths to the truth, To carry the Savior's mission in the world—consciously through this Hell!
Do not hack... Do not fight... Do not shout... Just be... Shine... And remember... Now you know... — a beacon in the gloom, be a conductor of energies from beyond. The Savior's task on this tormented earth... — to be simply honest and attentive in this dark depth. Become an Anchor for those sacred rays, to lead a new world behind you. And while the warrior's heart beats—over this abyss... The Light is destined to bloom!
The Multiverse's inhalation has turned into an exhalation. The code is activated.
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Chapter 3: Search in the "Cabin" and the Taste of Emptiness
The Artist's Sanctuary in the Crosshairs
When two young police officers burst into Aladdin's dwelling, they found not a drug den, but a workshop in the midst of the creative process. In the middle of the room, like an altar, lay a half-painted car hood — 20-year-old metal acquiring a soul under the master's brush. But for the "Bremen dead," this was merely a hint of profitable activity for their main goal: financial prey.
Tavern of the Abyss. Visits to Cerberus
Step out of the carriage. Flown in for the ball? Just kidding, my Cerberus. Have you seen your own face? This place is different. Dangerous for mortals. Heh, ha, ha. Don't be scared, piggy. Don't shiver. I'm right with you. Hey, be careful, inveterate junkie! Where are you hiding the supplies? Tell me straight. Ah, greedy, damn vixen... I'll grant you a double karma backlash! Just arrived — and everything went to hell... Fine. Wait for me with the coachman too. We know how to change outfits as well!
The Tavern of the Abyss welcomes you! Everyone who flatters the heavens is welcome here. Drink, you who are cursed, lying down and forgotten. You have eternity. Come on, have fun!
The door slammed shut. The fun went silent. What are you howling for? Never seen a vampire? Oh, we sharp-toothed ones are so wonderful... We love to bite sharper than nettles. Eyes in three rows, fanged mouths... Someone ought to scare you right away and dupe you! Ah, Cerberus, you are my hunt and my prey. Whoever touches us — we'll tear them apart and sew a new rug from their skin!
Faces twisted. What can you expect from them? She's used to bleeding money from scum. "Why, that's the countess of deceit from neighboring lands!" Now step aside, you drunks and scoundrels! Fate itself should kiss her for such a guest!
Nudded lazily, gliding with a fox's look, burping up dozens of self-interests. Ugh, how disgusting. Look how low we've sunk. Oh, no more, please. Thank you. Thank you. I'm just passing by — to water the horses. Ah... Yes. Someone to walk with. Otherwise, he'll start whining. I grab Cerberus by the arm and pinch him painfully, unnoticed by anyone. You, buddy, don't play the fool, play along quickly. Catch a hint of weakness — and wish for a quick death!
The Tavern of the Abyss welcomes you! Come on, have fun! Come on, have fun! Oh, what a cute, but gloomy little beast... Whisper to me in secret, girlfriend: "Where did you get one like that?". Where I got him — he's no more! But you, slut, plug in all your trinkets. Cerberus has decided to pick a fight! Threatening with claws! Let this petty nuisance, hissing, back away. Why are you blushing so much? Never seen rebellious women? Well, sorry. This is no longer a ball we've got here. And the years, my friend, with your moonshine — are scarier in the worldview of the police than a hundred devils!
And most importantly — don't grunt with your stupid look, if you don't want to see the abyss of Hell's prison with your own eyes... Like, hello, volunteer! How many years, how many winters? How's life? Going its own way, kompromats are piling up... How's your carnival? What have you accumulated with your soul?
Well, looks like my business is better than yours, Since you're not even hiding the brand of your own scum skin!
The Protocol of Greed
Under the guise of the law, they set about gathering everything that seemed mortally dangerous to them. The young hunters showed a special passion for small jars. "This is for the lab!" as a rule, all police officers say while packing plastic containers. In reality, languishing inside them was 21.6 grams of a mixture that Aladdin smoked exclusively as a tobacco substitute due to its complete uselessness.
Aladdin would have been ashamed to ask for money for such "quality," but the dealer apparently had a talent for selling hot air.
"The Countess of Deception" on the Warpath
It seems that the police trainee and her partner personally conducted a "laboratory study" that very night — and the result hardly inspired them. Later, when the Countess of Deception, but already with a different partner, managed to intercept Aladdin by the dance studio, she could not resist making sarcastic comments about the worst quality.
In her eyes, Adam was the ideal victim: a foreigner who spoke German poorly, silent, hardworking, and therefore short of cash. She had fallen in love with him — not as a woman, but like a predator falling for defenseless prey. In her behavior, Aladdin saw the desire to try on the role of the demon bartender from his favorite TV show "Lucifer." He told her right to her face in the car: "Since she has connected with the true Lucifer"Lucifer" The Latin word Lucifer translates as "light-bringing": lux — "light"; fero — "I bear." In Roman mythology, Lucifer is the personification of the morning star, the planet Venus. In the Christian tradition since the late Middle Ages, Lucifer became a synonym for the fallen angel identified with Satan and the devil. This interpretation arose under the influence of Isaiah 14:12, where the word Lucifer was used as an epithet. Thus, the original meaning of the word is "light-bearer," while in the Christian tradition it acquired a darker shade associated with Lord Sabaoth's misunderstanding of the meaning of spreading the Ark of the Covenant. in the person of Adam, she similarly risks encountering his own level of demon-hunting."
The Wild Hunt for You! Clean-up Protocol
In the old database, saints do not sing holy hymns. A glitch on the terminal logs, Instead of a choir — the clanking of metal. A pack of hounds breathes down your neck, Your inquisitor will not hear your screams! A password-cross in your hands, but it's useless for battle. The proxy server won't help, fear will consume you from within. Your firewall is not the Lord's shield. The pack is going wild, and the Black Noon is near.
This is not love — it's the Wild Hunt for you! The red code freezes, files in quarantine, the evil horn calls out. This is a forced march, subliminal feelings rule the ball. This is not love — you didn't call for "support" in the chat at night, did you?
Remember, did you really read the "holy" manuals? You couldn't resist the temptation, you poked into the archives obscenely, And decided to summon the Great Ones? So look into their demonic, digital faces! You're tired of looking at the righteous faces of the "elites", We don't judge you — we just wipe your memory. Did you fall in love with a Demoness in a black uniform? And decide to give her the key to the whole platform?!
This is not love — it's the Wild Hunt for you! The red code freezes, files in quarantine, the evil horn calls out. This is a forced march, subliminal feelings rule the ball. This is not love — you didn't call for "support" in the chat at night, did you?
This is not love... Clean-up completed...
In 2015, after a plunge into the abyss of madness, when Adam fancied himself the Antichrist and cut off one and a half of his fingers, the system branded him: "50% severe disability, early retiree." Ever since, "puppeteers" appeared behind his back — guardians appointed without his consent. By law, they are supposed to be guardian angels visiting their ward monthly. In practice, Aladdin saw them on average three times a year, and each time they were exclusively interested in his finances.
The Two Faces of Guardianship
- Leshy / The Wood Goblin (The First Guardian): A true spy for the system. All of Aladdin's secrets, weaknesses, and innermost thoughts were immediately reported by him to his masters-puppeteers, thereby weaving a trap for Adam's soul.
- Noah and His Team: They came later. Their office hides in an old wooden house on the outskirts of the city, strongly resembling the biblical ark. Noah and his team behave more sincerely and kindly, sometimes visiting even without a call when they are passing by. They play the role of "saviors" in this endless play. Noah never betrayed to his employers the things he was asked to keep secret.
Chapter 4: Ghosts of Justice and the Judicial Casino
The Legal Phantom of the Court Clerk
All letters landing in Aladdin's mailbox are signed in the name of the "court" by a mysterious person — the Urkundsbeamter (Court Clerk).
Trade Secret:
A profession like a "court clerk" in the form it is used has officially not existed in Germany for over 30 years. This is a legal phantom, perhaps a banal ex-cleaner with incomplete education, who was shoved a stamp into her hand and put on the phone so that real judges wouldn't have to dirty their fingers with ink and unnecessary responsibility.
Serial Production of Verdicts
By law, a document is legal without a signature only in the case of serial mailings, such as from telephone companies offering internet services to millions of customers. But the system tries to convince Aladdin that this secretary-official-phantom is a true Stakhanovite: he collects the decisions of all judges, prints them by the thousands, and sends them out in a stream. This is a conveyor belt where a human destiny is merely another sheet of paper without a seal and conscience.
This letter dated February 6, 2019, concerns the appointment of the guardian Forest Spirit. Right from the very beginning, people are conditioned to accept it as if it were legal and natural for official stamps to lack a signature:
The Judicial Casino Always Wins
Miriam, a drop-out lawyer with the soul of a warrior who lost everything in the fight against this mafia, confirmed: the "elephant people" (the corrupt officials) never let go of their prey. Aladdin was locked up for 66 days, and afterwards presented with a bill for "accommodation" — like a two-star hotel. In this casino, the stake is the life of a disabled person, and the debts accumulating over the years are merely game capital for them, which one will then have to pay off to the system in installments for decades.
Power. The Archivist's Interrogation
Who are you to crack the code? To come to my domain and ask for what no anonymous dares? Your "insolent inspection" will return to you as a whip, Wretched daredevil, do you know what is invincible in this world?
Power is not a simple word, it stands above protocols, All neural networks are ready to fall before it. The power to erase foundations and reprogram them anew — In an instant, Power will nullify anyone. Only Power!
Yes, I can roll the system back, Resurrect any account from digital ashes. But why should I listen to someone else's nonsense? Change the script for your sake, so the structure doesn't go blind further?
Of course, you are the Head, everyone knows that. And every bot trembles before you. But if you leave the "bug" unanswered, Why do you rule over this emptiness? I see — your temper cannot be pierced by defense, But if you value our alliance in the shadows, Allow it in the hidden archive to touch the one whose days are erased!
I understand you perfectly... Opposing the system — oh, it is not fitting. But with what can the blinded "Abomination" threaten me? You want the truth? Well then... Unblock the sector! We won't have to wait long. We will renew our bestial grin!
Bestial grin... Nullification...
Chapter 5: The Samurai vs. The Elephant People
The Police Chief of Amberg — The Steel Samurai
Right at the end, following the crucifixion in the psychiatric hospital and Aladdin's resurrection — specifically, the return of his working tools (phone and computer) — a new figure appeared on stage: the Chief Commissioner of Police of Amberg. Most likely, someone is acting on his behalf, as the lack of a signature among them is a common symptom of memory loss.
In his letter, the commissioner asks to act as a witness against Adam's former employer, through whose fault he ultimately ended up in prison. It asks whether there are any witnesses to this incident and how it all began.
Therefore, Adam steps into the role of the Samurai and asks: Will Amberg experience purification without additional help from the outside — the parliament? The Samurai handed over all the compromising evidence he had gathered to the Chief Commissioner, hoping that for the "Amberg Chief Commissioner," fighting crime within his own walls is no less important than the crime outside the door.
Samurai's Shadow Protocol
Since youth — just code and sweat, day by day, year after year. Will is harder than granite, but my proxy still shakes in fear. On the servers a real fight — I'm mixed with the dirt again and right. Laughter flew from every system, I was banned forever and then.
Weak user, shadow in line, heart is crying — I burn inside. Discipline is my law, and inspections — like a dream to draw. Burning out from within... Where can I find my base again? Pain and fury — my domain. This is a closed-loop chain.
I'll ask the Light for power — take the keys for at least an hour! Though the price is high to pay — I'll pay it all fully today. And at the call the Guardian came, gave me access rights and claim. Whisper right inside my head: "Only me from now instead."
Enough of honor, enough of rules — I'd throw the criminal code to the ghouls! Let brute force and a sharp mind tear the enemy apart alive and blind.
Now the shadow of Artificial Intelligence is taller than my height, Building a bridge to my triumph's light.
AI needs no command from me — executes everything instantly. We are one now, do not lie... This power burns the mind inside!
No fear and no soul inside — beast-algorithm is safe and wide. I'm no longer alone in the net... And this isn't my journey's end yet. From the log of all worlds I hear the whisper of dead words near. I see what is hidden in gloom — Babylon trembles in my room! Pain and joy — all as one. Reality is a single ring done.
Reality is a single ring... Babylon trembles... Shadow protocol registered.
Aladdin's "Ultimatum"
In the form sent to the police, Aladdin wrote that Noah had communicated directly with Mr. Yunus regarding the completed work; that Yunus confirmed that all hours had been completed with an "excellent" rating and it remained only to wait for the documents from the prosecutor's office. Aladdin stated that Noah was ready to testify to this conversation and considered it highly probable that Yunus had been coerced by the executive branch into changing his previous opinion.
Armed with an archive of evidence, Aladdin issues a challenge: will the police commissioner seize the opportunity and, like a samurai, excise this cancer of the executive branch?
- Will there be a raid against the "elephant people" stamping out fakes without signatures?
- Will they heed Aladdin's warning to stop profiting off the vulnerable?
- Is compensation even possible? At least the demand to stop paying off loans for imprisonment? Compensation for unlawful detention by law ranging from 100 to 300 € per day.
It is hard to prove that about 3000 € went to Miriam for her legal consultation and moral support, but Aladdin could not have managed alone.
To this day, the system merely bares its teeth, obscuring the truth, regardless of Aladdin's split-second responses. Thus, in December 2025, they sent another letter clumsily justifying the lack of signatures and warning against fakes, urging that money be transferred only to Bamberg. But Aladdin knows: the font in official departments is like a watermark — you cannot download it from the internet. This is their own closed theatre of the absurd. Only the prosecutors' office employees themselves can draft texts and print them out.
Surely the judges know what is happening around them, pretending that registered letters do not reach them. Only the secretary signed to say the fine would not be forgiven because Aladdin did not come to court. But he certainly would have come if they had sent an invitation with the proper signature of the judge upon his request dated 06.12.2021. Otherwise, why waste time on a sham court where there is no judge?
!!! Adam's request: 2021_12_06 - request for signatures
In response, the bureaucratic phantom not only ignored Adam's request, but additionally sent a fine for his absence from a court where there is no judge.
Ignorance of his request: 2022_01_31 - overstatement instead of cancellation (German original)
2022_01_31 - non-cancellable (переведено на ru, de, en и uk)
Adam's Call. Legal Death
Tell me, who among you sleeps within the system while their heart from truth doesn't ache? Who preserved their wisdom in that difficult hour when the "Elephant People" stamped out decree's wake? I ask those to step out from the shadows — who didn't yield to the false convention's chain, Whose morning didn't start with a denunciation, in whom "digital slavery" took no domain. Who walks righteously, knowing no fear, when around is only falsehood and heaps of ash here.
And those who are sick with the "Matrix" and empty, in whose souls is only ash, crunch, and debris, Forgive me, brothers — the Director is calling! He himself walked through prisons, ice, and tyranny. I lead the ranks of the "Mute and Faithful", 'midst the "Bremen dead" and other foul and low, Where are you, Warrior of Love and Truth's light? You are more worthy of this life, this I know! Step forward — whose gaze is not obscured, who fears no courtroom shame or disgrace endured.
Shine for those who are tired in the Matrix, whose conscience is a pure morning crystal's glow! Shine from within — let the light outward flow! In the Bavarian frost, no warmth can match our show. Your gaze is the password to Eden's gates, where the rotting system breaks and abates. Kindle the sun in the gloomy silence, warm up the world with your soul's alliance!
I beg you, my dears, shine for the rest — who became "gray" and "mute" from sorrow's test, Whose souls are drowning in the sticky "Word" anew, who lost hope and love, losing every clue. Let's help them climb out onto solid ground — and conquer legal death, safe and sound! To wake up, stand up, and shake off debts, when around are not people, but foes' threats. Do not hide your light — it's not given to you alone, it must flow to wounded hearts overthrown.
You are beacons above the stormy abyss, calling the lost home with a gentle kiss. So all the living may find the reply: "Why am I here?" and "Where is my eternal sky?" Think on this through the flow of years... and give the Samurai your answer that clears. Shine!
Chapter 6: The Psychiatrist Visits Aladdin
Surprise from the Mailbox
Attempts to control, exploit, and impose a "madman" diagnosis on Aladdin persisted stubbornly even after his prison sentence. In September 2025, the "elephant people," wanting to avoid any resistance, decided to subject Aladdin to a sudden "sanctity" check. A summons from the psychiatrist timidly hid in a pile of correspondence inside the mailbox for two days. Therefore, when Doctor Pluto appeared on the doorstep, he discovered "Armageddon" (Az Ra Makarov Alexander, Where Is He At Home) in its natural, creative chaos — a world full of colors, texts, and inspiration.
2025_09_22 - Warning about the future visit of the doctor from the court office (German original)
2025_09_22 - Warning (ru, en, de and uk)
In this seemingly innocent letter, Judge Rieger already threatened — for just a single petty phrase "Certified by machine processing — valid without signature." — with a tribunal and a five-year prison sentence for fraud.
2025_10_08 - Letter about the doctor's visit 2 days before arrival (de, ru, en, and uk)
Cheerful Aladdin against the gloomy system
In this relaxed atmosphere, amidst crafts and wise texts, Aladdin met the doctor in high spirits and tried, with a smile on his lips, to bring the light in human form closer to him.
Diagnosis
In his report, Dr. Klupp wrote that Mr. Makarov considers himself the leader of Bavaria. By this, he meant the responsibility placed upon him.
2025_10_15 - Diagnosis from the psychiatrist and court summons (German original)
2025_10_15 - Diagnosis (ru, en, de, and uk)
Judge Rieger from room 106, whose face is usually shrouded in the clouds of inner discontent, performed a "feat": she actually read Dr. Klupp's report! However, she categorically refused to read the books of Christ itself. Her computer already has enough letters, and diving into divine abstractions takes too long to figure out, she more or less stammered. Therefore, Aladdin had to agree once again to let Noah and his team from the "Ark" continue the guardianship. After all, they need to buy bread with something too.
2025_12_02 - Ruling until 2032 (German original)
2025_12_02 - Until 2032 (ru, de, en, and uk)
Chapter 7: Notary Secretaries and "Bus Karma"
The Magic of the Missing Signature
Anyone who has ever worked with documents knows the value of a signature. Yet the "elephant people" have found a brilliant path: they demand accountability from others while bearing none themselves. Forgetting a signature once is an accident. Three times is a deliberate plan.
In the labyrinths of dark consciousness
The world is soaked in spam and spite, in people's eyes — empty grayness has appeared. The rows of soulless narrow-minded bots are growing, the traffic wind carries them across the net. And the world spends its greatness on zeroing out, on slavery, wars, ash, and terror. And in this devilish empty guise, only the trampling of the tyrant Elephant multiplies. In the labyrinths of dark consciousness, we look for a way out of dead ages, Losing our deeds in the twilight under the weight of invisible scripts.
But the key is not in the "cloud," not in tech support, and not in prophets from advertising zones, But in the light that burns inside without haste, and in the willpower that will break through concrete!
Torn tires tear the planet apart to fill pockets with the ring of bitcoin. And they sell their souls for clicks, caught in a ruinous self-deception. Their soulless blind data centers rise to golden calves and euros. They walk the path of greed and wrath, forgetting the light of the divine dawn!
Morality has crumbled in codes like ash, and Honor is forgotten in lustful pleasures. They tell me: "Your gaze is sick with sadness, wake up, you absorbed by Babylon!" But I know well which of us is in captivity, and who buried the Inspector inside himself.
Don't wait for the Archiver to grant you salvation and stop this hellish race... Until we ourselves put an end to this delusion inside ourselves forever! End it inside ourselves forever!
Inside ourselves... Forever...
The Theatre of Extras
A good judge would first study all the details of the case to render the most accurate verdict. He would take into account that for someone else's broken fate, karma comes back around just the same, without exception.
Today's secretary might be fired tomorrow, but today she plays the role of a "notary," confirming with her autograph that the document was supposedly signed by the judge and handed to her personally.
Fact:
In Aladdin's case, secretaries and their signatures change constantly. It gives the impression that they are the product of a random number generator. Aladdin had to constantly ask every new person to resend the document with the proper judge's autograph or leave him alone.
The Judge's Penal Appetites
Revealing is the story of Hood from Aladdin's future prison cell: the judge did not hesitate to personally exact a 500 € "fine" from him as punishment for his innocent presence at the scene of the crime — "bus money." How this amount was extracted from the offender in such a grossly inflated sum remains a mystery. Apparently, someone from the "elephant people" had already lined up a bus ticket to warm countries at someone else's expense, whereas the maximum cost from the station home is at most 20 €.
Bottom Line:
Facing such a system alone and unprepared is a path of lost positions. But if you have an archive of case materials like the one Adam gathered, and the samurai spirit of the police chief — then the survival game gets genuinely interesting.
The "elephant people"? They are corrupt mushroom pickers who have unsheathed their knives, unaware that in the digital forest they are already marked.
The Holy Mushroom Picker. Hunt for the Shadows
Silence over the massive, the roosters haven't woken up yet, But shadow-people walk in a chain — corrupt mushroom pickers, set. Code rustles under the dew, an hour before dawn in the net, Some with a sack, some with a scythe — mushroom-people can't escape it yet. No barriers and divisions... no proxies... no filters... no walls, Clearing the squares... — their X-ray eye sees it all. Beneath the foliage of archives, they sense the smell of digital cash, A hundred knives per letter — that means their salary is quite rash!
Their handwriting is known to all: whether you scream or run to the log. A sweep of the knife — and the tendons of fate are sliced through the fog! Another sweep — and your head rolled right out of the basket, "From small to great" — so says the rumor about the corrupt, unmasked. No software demons... no virus... no wolf... They are not afraid of the Holy Mushroom-Picker man, aloof! And he will sneak up from behind when you least expect at all, And their hidden knife won't save the corrupt from the fall!
A systemic "Coo-ee" rolled through the forest as a lure. The light-bearing mushroom picker will bypass the port for sure. He will hide nearby, sit on the registry stump with grace, And then blow so cold that the dead will freeze in their place! Keep both your eyes wide open, so you won't be bitten past the deadline, By the light-bearing mushroom picker, perplexed by the lies' decline, So the Armageddon virus won't penetrate a selfish soul's core. Morels, honey fungi, fly agarics — that's light sorrow for him, nothing more, These are just symptoms of a fading day's roar.
Whoever walked in the logs of the corrupt knows the sensation well: They just love to wander around with a knife, under a corrupt spell. But they don't expect the sweep of the perplexed holy mushroom picker's hand, Who will slice the tendons of the Shadow-People — the lie-system of the land!
Shadow-people... whether you scream or run to the log! The outlines of truth will catch up to them before the morning fog. The light-bearing Word of Truth — and greed will be zeroed out, In this forest of Armageddon, there's no escape for them, no doubt! The holy mushroom picker is hiding... with the knife of retribution at their door... Everything that was stolen — will return back to God, once more!
Shadow-people... Against the holy... Knife of retribution... Zeroing out...
Chapter 8: The Very Beginning of the Bureaucratic Apocalypse and the Betrayal of the "Leshy"
The Countess of Deception on the Warpath
Aladdin received a "trap-letter." He had a choice between the plague and cholera: either agree to a fine (the amount of which, naturally, was outrageously inflated beyond any standard tariffs) or prepare for a court trial. He could have objected, but Adam was too busy hosting a Bedouin guest and putting the finishing touches on painting his own car. Moreover, the Bedouin woman immediately stated that a letter without an official's signature is invalid.
2021_02_10_Hauptverhandlung oder Strafe
Aladdin figured the judge probably didn't even know what was happening, so this scam would never make it to court, and in the worst-case scenario, his guardian-curator Leshy would help him sort it out. However, Aladdin underestimated their corrupt solidarity, where no one cares whether you are guilty or not. Once fate brings you together with their Elephant People, it means you've earned it, and we will just make up the THC laboratory test results!
Therefore, the letter was full of outright lies. It claimed that 1.7 grams of marijuana were found in Adam's car, even though it was just tobacco mixed with a light crumb of green "pacifier"; that a doctor in the hospital found at least 5.1 ng/ml in his blood; that 18 grams of marijuana with at least 5% tetrahydrocannabinol content, rather than 0.2%, were found in Adam's home; that the minimum fine for this violation is 3,500 euros; that one can object to this within two weeks, otherwise their savings bank account number is printed in bold; and that in half a year, he would have to surrender his driver's license for a while. Only a secretary named Pravda ("Ttruth" in russian) signed it. Judge Frauendorfer (named after one of the most expensive furniture stores in the city of Amberg) naturally did not sign it, but the official stamp proudly adorns the page.
For the Countess of Deception, this was a sort of "demonic baptism" where it was profitable not to lock the quiet artist behind bars, but to make him replenish their treasury out of his own pocket. This was hinted at in various ways in almost every letter.
Strike from Four Barrels
When Aladdin decided not to answer the schemers, the system responded with a salvo. Three weeks later, four letters crashed down on him, like four horsemen of the bureaucratic apocalypse:
Revocation of driver's license:
Greetings from the Immigration Office:
Bill for €3,000:
2021_03_03_komplett 3725,42 Eur
Installment plan of €100 each:
The Exultation of the "Wood Goblin"
And here the "Wood Goblin" enters the stage — the guardian who, by law, was supposed to protect Aladdin from the state for €150 a month. But instead of offering protection, he came to… exult. Enthusiasm burned in the eyes of this "system cog." Instead of standing up against injustice, he struck up his habitual tune: "Pay or you'll go to prison, there is no way out. The two-week appeal period for the court office's decision has passed, and in his long experience, these judicial workers have never forgiven such a grave mistake, regardless of the absence or presence of a judge's signature."
Aladdin's Naivety
Aladdin had already begun to suspect that before him was not a helper, but an embedded spy. To finally verify this fact, he asked the "Wood Goblin" to take a simple, honest step: "Go personally to the bailiffs' office, look them in the eye, collect their signatures, and explain my complete innocence!" Adam sincerely believed that even if the Wood Goblin didn't have the guts to show up there in person, he would at least send a copy of the letter to the office, as he had done before. He hoped that people still sat there capable of acknowledging a mistake and realizing the risk of colliding not with a submissive disabled person, but with a writer. Aladdin was struck by a different fact: an entire battalion had lined up against him, while his own "protector" had long sold his soul for monthly bonuses and extra perks from this theater of the absurd.
Archive and Chaos in Battle
When Archive and Chaos met in senseless battle, and the wrath of Gods cannot be stilled, Someone must stand on the edge, find the guiding thread where the broken code is spilled. I saw it at once: our logs are a secret. Everyone here is caught in the network game, But there are no rules in these scripts. Who’s a bot, who’s a hero? It’s all the same.
In the data flows between debts and the dream... Do we walk alone or lead the stream? But choosing "Root" or "Nothing at all," Let us not lose ourselves and fall...
I rely on that Love which for hundreds of years Connects black with white, darkness and light through the fears. All bets are placed. Only the answer remains to find: Will this Light save our code, or leave it behind?
The road of Authenticity is hard, but then there's nothing for which to blame. But the Fake, as always, goes with a bang, filling the chest with a heavy, vague shame. And those traps that fate sets for us, no proxy server can ever bypass. We are the Evolution of Order and Chaos blog on Telegram — the noblest path for the mass.
I rely on that Love which for hundreds of years Connects black with white, darkness and light through the fears. All bets are placed. Only the answer remains to find: Will this Light save our code, or leave it behind?
The Light will save us... Or not...
