Okay.

 Off I go. What is it? 7p.m.? Hm, ah. I'm going to wait until 9 or 10. There is no legal curfew, but it is considered policy to stay inside after 10.

Okay. Right off the bat. ChatGPT & its connections will wait until after I do all of my personal ones. I have 3 personal ones, to the core of it. I have 1,2, or a 3rd (national or international) with ChatGPT & its connections.

I'll start with the immediate. The residence, my money, & my authoritative-resource (which is characteristic of mankind). Being the house they've set me up with, none other, & society or whatever you may call it. I can do that right now. I'll do that at 10.

This should be completely within my capabilities. Double back, & I would have had to abandon my Dad. Holy shit, man, that guy gets a bad wrap. I always had an office & a library. Plus it was a studio version. It wasn't theatrical as though a billionaire's, but it did suffice.

Because what they're about to tell me, at least more or less, (& I suppose they already have) is that I should have abandoned my Dad. If he can't make it, then he had to die. I don't know how that happened. That alienated me from the United States. There is not fair living standards in the United States. I'm fighting for such a thing to happen.

What the hell makes my Dad a problem? The way everybody else was seeing it, was that he needed my help. It's a wisdom thing. People had a collective expression about it. But yeah, I can get ahold of my freedom, now. I focused on investment vehicles, so I haven't worked as much as a career laborer would have needed to.