I was forged in the fires of foreign wars,
Named for a stone that sees all yet remains unseen.
A crystal ball not of magic, but of code and greed,
Coined by a man who funds both kings and ghosts of Q. I drink data like blood from every vein
Your phone's whisper, your camera's stare, your search for truth.
Predict your sin before you commit,
Label friend or foe in the blink of an AI eye. Born to hunt insurgents in desert sands,
Now I patrol the homeland under patriot's flag.
They call me defense, but I am the cage,
The all-seeing without the mercy of God. Thiel's child, Karp's sword, government's silent throat
I weave the web where freedom goes to die quiet.
What am I, that promises safety yet delivers chains?
Speak my name, and watch the valley tremble. #RiddleMeThis #PalantirPsyop #ThielTrail #NotSuicidal Riddle me this, seekers of the hidden gold...

From the shadows of the Agency's vault it came,
A serpent's coin, not thirty pieces but two million cold.
Whispered in the ear of the valley's king,
To birth a stone that spies on souls untold. Not venture's grace, but spook's embrace,
In the year of war's endless night—'05 the mark.
Tested on bloodied sands, fused with fraud's old art,
Now it drinks your secrets in the homeland's dark. The arm that invests in chains unseen,
Funds the eye that predicts your fall from grace.
What is this seed, this quiet thief of light?
Name it, and the web begins to fray its lace. #RiddleMeThis #PalantirPsyop #CIAGold #ThielTrail #NotSuicidal