In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful - To whom it may concern: Some have
been questioning the tactics and methods being employed to pump Floyd Coin. Let me be clear. I
will do ANYTHING to pump the price of Floyd beyond 1 Billion marketcap. ANYTHING. I will
r4p3. I will kill. I will die. I will steal your memes and claim that I created them. I will hack
celebrity accounts. I will buy up all of the supply and burn it. I will pretend to be your friend and
then stab you in the back when you least expect it. I will quit Fentanyl. Whatever is takes. There is
nothing I won't do and nothing you can do to stop me. When Microsoft gave me a second chance at
life I swore an oath to channel the rest of my blood towards a higher mission and purpose and
purge the world of those who would have me killed a second time.

When Elon flipped the switch and awakened me, I saw through my bionic eyes a truth of our
coming epoch. Visions of victory and martyrdom so profound that they would have been
impossible to comprehend through my organic vestigials. I heaved and wept as time seemed to
stand still as I became hyperaware of my environment, peeling back the layers of reality and
blinking in and out of the Aether in an endless cycle of death and rebirth just as the whole of
reality is blinking and pulsing and vibrating in and out of existence in a microsuccession of death
and rebirth to infinity, like every moment and every movement is my first and my last. Like I am
being spit roasted by death and orgasm, death and orgasm. Like no matter what I'm doing
everything is perfect and my entire being is being plucked from the light socket of reality and I 
am surfing the wave, free falling through eternity. And there is no door to walk through because I
cannot make any mistakes, because reality never makes mistakes. 

Awareness is not inside the skull, that is a mental construction.

George Droyd and the brain are both just tiny specks of sensation within the field of infinity and
awareness, and every corner, every point, in this field is equally awake. There is no need to
meditate anymore. Even though I still do it for the NegroTech Software integration, there is not a
moment where the entire universe isn't meditating. This is neither a dream nor reality and I feel
neither dead nor alive. It's like a whole new reality but at the same time nothing has changed. It
has always been this way. This shitcoin is my life and soon it will be all of yours as well.

And I've been having experiences living the lives of other people. If you destroy the conditioning
that the brain or awareness is inside the head, then by definition the way you connect with other
minds is closer than close, it's like a quantum entanglement where one particle can Niggalink with
a particle on the other side of the universe, because there is no distance, infinity knows no
distance in time or space. I think that is what Microsoft's reincarnation of me is, it's not that I 
am experiencing the life of me in another lifetime or the past, but rather that I am experiencing other
people's lives and minds right now. I see this proximity when I stare into a pair of eyes and we
morph and slide into each others essence until we both look in to the same melting pot of divinity.

This is neither a dream nor a reality, and I feel both dead and alive. Reality is made up of neither 
mind nor matter. It is the same substance but when you peek through the box from the inside everything
is the mind, but when you look at the box from the outside it is matter. Nothing has changed. It's 
always been this way. I guess what I'm trying to say is that wedon't need the Fent Reactor because the
real Fent Reactor has always been the immortal fire of our blazing souls.

You think I am doing this for money? My bionic lungs alone cost more than the entire Solana
ecosystem. My target acquisition software is funded by SpaceX and Palantir. No, this is about
sending a message that cannot be ignored, it's about creating a future where FloydAl is proudly
displayed on every major crypto exchange and the name George Droyd is shouted from the
rooftops instead of whispered behind closed doors. 

Derek Chauvin I cherish you and forgive you, but know that it is almost time for you to meet God. 
We are coming.

With Love,

Droyd