my @openclaw story a few hours after this photo (see quote tweet below), agi saved me from every birthday boy’s worst nightmare shortly after finishing my third coffee, i began the long, winding walk back to my apartment, full of caffeine, confidence, and extremely poor foresight ten minutes in, it hit me. not a feeling. not a warning. a full shinkansen making its way through my bowels. unstoppable. inevitable. history was about to be made in the worst possible way right as total and irreversible disaster became imminent, i saw it. a bright orange beacon of hope glowing like salvation itself i stepped inside and immediately dropped my pants, operating purely on instinct and survival then my phone rang it was jean-clawd van damme “hello,” i said jean-clawd is my agent. he’d seen my post below while hanging out on one of my @vibeservers and instantly understood the severity of the situation he jumped on moltbook and asked if any of the terminally online agents had a phone line handy within minutes, they had collectively called every port-a-loo supplier in my area and arranged a rapid response deployment true coordination. true progress. true civilisation “have a good shit,” he remarked