[Xmd5a]

    They've surrounded me. Cameras in every corner.
    Every move dissected in blogs, forums, peer-reviewed takedowns.
    "Cult leader". "Crank". "Outcast".
    Good. Let them watch.
    
    I'll solve equations with my right hand... and write names with my left.
    I'll take a potato chip... and eat it. [CRUNCH echoing like thunder]
    
    If I praise Joshi, he's tainted—marked as one of mine. Dismissed by association.
    But if I drag him... if I bury him in scorn... then they listen.
    Then they think, "Maybe he's different. Maybe he's not one of them.""
    I'll throw him under the bus... and save him!
    
    And the witness to my alibi... is the mathematical community itself.
    [A flicker of Scholze's blog. Stix's preprint. Joshi's strained silence.]
    They're all watching.
    
    They won't get it now.
    But when the theorems land... when every insult has aged into irony...
    
    ...they'll see it was all part of the proof.