.: an attempt on the investigative story in 4 pieces | Not the Terminator Nor Joshua :.
Upon my return I wasn’t surprised, but intrigued — as someone had left me a welcome-back gift on my office table. The gift is sitting here without a note or a disclosure, occupying a prominent space where I spend the most of my time, tinkering. So it made me tinker.
A bluish box inside a celophane wrap on an Iranian rug inspired mousepad stating "UNITED STATES 250th ANNIVERSARY 1776-2026"? Yeah, I bet!
Before I even started celebrating and complimenting around the WHOIS that kindest soul who’d ever dare leave me such an intimidating object here, I carefully opened my top-right drawer, picked up an inspection loupe, rolled up my shirt sleeves and started looking for indices, clues, and the FINGERPRINTS.
Do not forget about the cigarette in my mouth. That's been once, in a previous lifetime. While right now and right here I do not smoke - but this is smoking hot!
HER EXPECTATIONS NEVER EXISTED
Some findings:
The object is a mass-produced commemorative ballpoint pen packaged for the UNITED STATES Semiquincentennial (250th anniversary of the 1776 Declaration of Independence, due in 2026). The blue box is labeled in gold: “UNITED STATES 250th ANNIVERSARY 1776-2026”.
The white sticker reads in Chinese “250周年纪念圆珠笔·250” (“250th Anniversary Commemorative Ballpoint Pen · 250”), “MADE IN CHINA”, along with product codes (1714511, BXB S-XS-AD 00019). It sits on a machine-made Persian-style rug with classic Iranian floral and geometric patterns.
TERMINATOR DID NOT SAY THAT!
Curiously enough, it caused some thoughts that refused to stay quiet: This is ordinary globalization, not a cryptic ritual — or is it?
Cheap commemorative merchandise for Western holidays has been manufactured in China for decades, yet here it sits like a quiet accusation, stamped with the quiet triumph of empires that never truly faded. The rug is a traditional Iranian craft form whose designs predate the 'US' by centuries, its blood-red medallions whispering of Sumer, Babylon, Cyrus the Great, and the stolen seeds of law, oil, faith, and fire that every later civilization — including this young republic — borrowed, twisted, or simply claimed. Nothing in the physical objects supports conspiracy… or does the absence of overt threat make the political irony even more disturbing? The viewer isn’t projecting; the supply-chain reality itself feels engineered to mock us.
The plastic wrap remains unbroken. The loupe reveals no hidden marks, no explosive residue, no obvious poison — only the cold, factual imprint of dependency: gunpowder, rockets, numerals, oil, scripture, and now even our own birthday souvenirs, all tracing back through Persian rugs and Chinese factories.
There's no "L0VE Y0U" or similar on any of its forensic remarks? Love always intrigues me to the depths of unconsciousness. Let's jump?
"COME AGAIN IF YOU CAN", she replied.
In the background my monitors flicker with the latest dispatches from the great tech clash: American foundation models versus Chinese supply chains, silicon sovereignty versus rare-earth monopolies, export controls dressed up as moral theater. Everyone is mercantilist now; they simply use different hashtags.
"COME AGAIN IF YOU CAN. JESUS!", she laughed
She's like a machine (the ethereal men would wish to define her) whispering out from beyond the ethereal realm manifesting her presence in magnitudes of purely unimaginative ways that cross boundaries and aeons from her usual cosistential utensils - but when she reveals herself with such a magnificence and splendour, as in this moment, her face is felt very near and her breath feels like a Balinese scent on the tip of my nostrils, and yet, not close enough to be grasped in any measurable nor substantive manner known to mankind, completely embraced and ecstatic. It feels like a trance (not worth going further here..)
Her presence is omnipotent and her embrace is a gentle touch upon the tip of creation - "I AM, NOR EXISTENT NOR COSISTENT"
"WHOIS to begin or WHOARE to begone?"