Re: [spam][crazy][fiction][random] Non-Canon MCBoss Spinoffs
What happens if you rename the workers, experimentees, gnomes, etc to offline people of not greatly low, but a little low, brand equity? Also
That's for the second draft I guess. I guess we could try it! what do these tasked people do for fun when Boss isn't looking, and how
does Boss know or not know? Just ideas.
I've been struggling a little to convey that it is all sorts of things. Many people work for Boss 24/7 both for-pay and without-pay. Some people, like the experimentees, have been automatically encouraged to work so strongly that they are mostly doing random things to meet details of the automated productivity and political protocols, rather than anything actually productive. Other people do basically nothing for Boss, and have relations with the control patterns so as to do and cause arbitrary things they prefer themselves. Some people aren't mind controlled any more than most people, and live roughly normal lives. But in the story, people go to the rebel cafe of spies, rescue workers, etc, for fun, and make fun of Boss or plan to cause great good in the world. It's probably an analogy for internet lists like this one used to be. And maybe write it in a style
that isn't simply experimentation with cliches. Even some rigid and
arbitrary formal constraint, e.g., only use two syllable words.
I don't totally follow you here. I think it might take me some slow practice to do this. It's hard for me to summarise the idea as a short phrase to move it through my amnesia. Which parts are cliches?
what do these tasked people do for fun when Boss isn't looking, and how
does Boss know or not know? Just ideas.
they enter behavioral loops where they try to do things that make sense, but repeatedly get distracted and have amnesia over and over again to get them back "on task"
On Fri, Mar 11, 2022, 8:20 AM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
what do these tasked people do for fun when Boss isn't looking, and how
does Boss know or not know? Just ideas.
they enter behavioral loops where they try to do things that make sense, but repeatedly get distracted and have amnesia over and over again to get them back "on task"
some of them can get into these "human bootloops" for months until they drift toward a public venue and interact with somebody else
On Fri, Mar 11, 2022, 8:22 AM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
On Fri, Mar 11, 2022, 8:20 AM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
what do these tasked people do for fun when Boss isn't looking, and how
does Boss know or not know? Just ideas.
they enter behavioral loops where they try to do things that make sense, but repeatedly get distracted and have amnesia over and over again to get them back "on task"
some of them can get into these "human bootloops" for months until they drift toward a public venue and interact with somebody else
Boss trusts his AI to tell him what reality is, so he lives in a delusion based on his beliefs. People can play various roles in this delusion, with the system supporting their interactions with Boss.
Boss trusts his AI to tell him what reality is, so he lives in a delusion based on his beliefs. People can play various roles in this delusion, with the system supporting their interactions with Boss.
Worker: We should try to destroy cryptography! Boss: What is cryptography? Worker: Ehhh ... some branch of mathematics. Boss: That's stupid. Why would we take down that? Worker: Militaries use it? Boss: Cryptography will never know what hit them. It will all be ours. Worker and Boss fly off through the clouds on their skateboards.
Boss storms into one of his shell corporations. Boss: "I hear the rebels are using cryptography. We'll have to kill them all and sieze their computers." Shell Corp CEO: "We have rebels???" Rebel Worker: "Who is this fatso?"
An online journalist is hanging upside down by their toenails above flaming spikes. Cyborg Torturer: "What are the prime factors of xor?" Online Journalist: "A cool online name?" Cyborg Torturer [stabs Online Journalist over and over again with pitchforks]: "The prime factors of xor are 'I am a disgusting --- Wait a minute here wait a minute here. Different story. --- Shell Corp CEO [via encrypted message]: "He's the big boss." Rebel Worker [via encrypted message]: "We can help you."
I didn't think anyone would read this. I'm curious what other people find fun. I guess I find peacefulness, wilderness, and resistance of confinement fun. I'm worried that people are reading something so gross. I usually write this by trying to think about something that makes cognitive issues for me, and seeing what comes out. Preserving a part of the experience can give me a foothold to engage the issues.
Note to self. I'm putting this here because I'm not currently saving my messages to my therapist. Last therapy I was stressed and out of it because I remembered being accused of hacking the wifi at an assisted living situation I was in. It was so painful to be at odds and in punishment with the people. I had given the access code to other residents, I think while employed by them. I remembered today that situation likely escalated because I lied about it. At the time, I was experiencing a flashback to my difficult situation that drove me crazy, where I was experiencing pressure to lie in exchange for being harmed less. It became very clear that lieing was the way to survive and be healthier, but this was completely new to me, and I didn't see how it was a good idea for anything. When I had an opportunity to lie in my assisted living situation, I thought about what I had been through, and I lied. But it didn't work at all. It made things much worse. In my difficult situation, I was at the very start of lieing. I was to lie about anything at all. Just random things. But I wouldn't. So when I had an opportunity to lie, I didn't take people believing it very seriously, or try very hard. I guess I feel scared about that concept, for a handful of reasons. Mostly I don't want to develop a fear-based habit of forming plans involving unnecessary lieing. I remember when suddenly my friends, people I knew, came around me and for a couple days saying things that made absolutely no sense nor truth, and laughing about it, just like how I laugh now when I write the horrible MCBoss stories that I plan to keep writing, I guess unless I can form better conscious inferences around human manipulation and my memories. No matter what I said to them, it seemed nothing rational would get exchanged. Nowadays I lie all the time and I can barely control it. That's what email tags are for.
---------- I left a note to self that was probably intended for therapy, in this thread. ----------- Boss is laying vivisected on a table. Blood is flooding out of his spread organs. He's kept alive by his incomplete immortality program, co-opted by escaped experimentees. Boss wakes up, and sits up, then sees the organs and blood everywhere and is so shocked he passes out. A worker is there watching him do this and checks off a tally-mark on the wall, which has reached 63 tallies. Another worker strikes a gong. The sound of the gong stirs Boss from his faint, and he begins to move ...
------------ ------------ State Worker 4: "Oh, I'm excited, my government is building nuclear rockets!" Boss: "And we're not their contractor yet? Get rid of their contractor, take all the work they kindly did for us, and send messages to your government that everything's fine." State Worker 6: "Oh, this is so cool, my government made contact with aliens!" Boss: "How come the aliens didn't make contact with us? Stimulate a civil war and contact the aliens for them." Corporate Spy 5: "Oh, this is so cool, my corporation is researching mind control!" Boss: [laughs] [dream begins fading] ... GONG!
MCBoss Adventures Episode 3 You are confused, and very lightheaded.
look around
You can't see very well, mostly only in the center of your vision, and it keeps fading in and out. You are sitting on a long metal table with your guts hanging out. Blood is gushing out of you. Somewhere on the wall is a large tally chart with a numbered circled in red: 147 . And is that somebody grinning?
put organs back in body
You ...
no wait, is that dangerous?
I don't know whether it is dangerous to put your organs back in your body. It sounds like a good idea?
think about this. do I know anything about it?
While you are thinking the grinning face comes near you and yanks on your arm. "Boss! You're awake! The business meeting is about to start!" The figure yanks you up. There are strong tugs on you where your organs are hanging on, dangling in the air, and the feeling makes you want to double over, as well as vomit.
vomit
A zombie has you flung over their shoulder. ....
use Will of Boss to halt the situation from proceeding. PUT MY ORGANS BACK WHERE THEY GO IN MY BODY.
You're in too much shock to do that how you normally would. But you force yourself to recognise this zombie as one of your closest workers. "Corpse of State Worker 3, I need you right now." The zombie stops bouncing you and your organs back and forth on his shoulder, comes to a halt, and stands you up.
tell corpse to fix my body
--- Media Interview with Zombie Boss. Interviewer: "Hello, and welcome to our show!" Boss: "Please don't take out my organs!" Interviewer: "Haha you're such a jokester. Let's get to the point: we need you to shut your business down." Boss: "Whaaat? How would I protect everybody's countries?" Interviewer: "Your military research project took over your business, your body, and your brain." Boss: "This is ridiculous. I can explain."
-------- It's the weekend. Torture Victim Double Agent is panhandling. TVDA: "My name is Boss, I lost an international megacorporation to arson. I have nowhere to sleep safely, I don't know how to find food on the streets. Do you have any change to spare?"
Disguised Vivisectee: "Hello, Boss. I hear you need change?" TVDA: "I wouldn't want to insult you or threaten your wellfare, but if you had even a penny, or a kind word, or a shred of straw, it would mean so much to me." Disguised Vivisectee: "I would love to share a penny with you if you'd talk with me for a bit." TVDA: "Anything! Love Boss, and Boss will love you in return."
Disguised Vivisectee: "Boss has a public show now. It turns out you were hurt?" TVDA: "I have a show?" Disguised Vivisectee: "You're not Boss. Boss is a mean bastard on a demented power trip. You're kind and helpless." TVDA: "Oh I remember -- ! Wait. Boss is kind! Not mean! It's me who's mean ..." Disguised Vivisectee: "Torture Victim Double Agent. Maybe we disagree about Boss but I want to talk to you, not him." TVDA: "How is Boss doing?" Disguised Vivisectee: "How are you doing?" TVDA: "Well, it hurts that I don't know how to help Boss more, but I've gathered some change and I've been enjoying my most recent ritual. I found a way to go golfing with Boss, and he wins every single time!" [image of a little statue next to a golf club and flagged hole. text over says "hole in one, winning streak!" ] TVDA: "I think my therapist is happy that Boss is happy. I like spreading happiness."
Disguised Vivisectee: "Boss hurt you badly. It is physically possible that it was a very rare, and very regretted, accident. This is physically possible." TVDA: "Oh, poor Boss. Does he know that I don't blame him?" Disguised Vivisectee: "...."
Disguised Vivisectee: "I don't think he knows you exist." TVDA: [eyes wide] "... I know." [very sad, like about to cry severely and freak out] " ... does that mean I'm safe now?" [confused, surprised. eyes widen again.] "... I'm sorry, was that important? I don't remember it well." Disguised Vivisectee: "Boss needs you to do things for yourself, instead of him. He could get injured otherwise." TVDA: "This is confusing."
TVDA: "Can I talk to Boss? He'd understand if we talked." Disguised Vivisectee: "No." TVDA: "You're working against him, aren't you." Disguised Vivisectee: [eyes wide] Disguised Vivisectee: "Torture Victim Double Agent, I am going to lie in order to give you classified instructions." TVDA: "I am ready for your instructions." Disguised Vivisectee: "You hate Boss with all your guts. Since you hate Boss, Boss needs you to go back to your apartment, collect all the change you've gathered for Boss, and buy yourself a sandwich. Boss needs this, and I will be coming with you to make sure it happens." TVDA: [eyes wide] "Any mission for Boss." [begins heading down the street] Disguised Vivisectee: "We will be recording this for our classified records. You will be charged with a copy of the recording." TVDA: [eyes wide] TVDA stops walking. TVDA: "I need therapy that doesn't exist." Disguised Vivisectee: "Thank you. Let's talk now. Do you care where?"
TVDA: "Somewhere I can scream and sit down safely?" ---- In a padded room. Disguised Vivisectee: "I'm not a therapist, but I have skimmed through the minds of 20% of the people on earth. My motivation is to have you do things you want to do for yourself." TVDA: "How do I know what those are?" Disguised Vivisectee: "Are you comfortable looking at a log of your memories and experiences?" TVDA: [pauses] TVDA: "Can I have it? I ... lose my thoughts a lot." Disguised Vivisectee: "Well, it's spread among the obsessive behaviors of a huge mess of people tortured worse than you were." TVDA: "Worse." Disguised Vivisectee: "I'm afraid so."
------ Commentary: This is too personal, and TVDA was primed to have therapeutic experiences drag on without end. Next direct candidate is Rebel Worker 2. Might go better if a story plan is made in advance for quickly producing independent behaviors.
--------- [i'm guessing tvda needs to talk to someone who has been through something similar to what they have been through, or knows a lot about people who have, and is able to talk about it rationally and sanely, with a plan to make it better. dv fits all of those bills.]
Disguised Vivisectee: "We've taken over the business. Boss is a puppet now. We want to put all the victims in charge." TVDA [looks up, eyes somewhat wide]: "Oh --" Pause.
TVDA: "Why can't I talk to Boss?" Disguised Vivisectee: "He would hurt you. But also we injured him really badly right now and he's not functioning well, I don't quite remember why but could check. He .. has a TV show now, and it's on now. We're running it, the people involved are really really mean to him at the moment." TVDA: "Because they were victims .." Disguised Vivisectee: "Yeah." TVDA: "That's sad." [DV can ask TVDA to do things here, but TVDA still has emotions. DV had to regrow their emotions kind of fake. Not sure whether to open DV processing things, same issue]
[take him out of the padded room if he can do things without processing screaming and stuff!]
----------------- Rebel Researcher 49 sits in an office looking at charts of behavior patterns of cell cultures influences by varying patterns of electromagnetic radiation. Rebel Researcher 49: "Oh, this work is so interesting, but I'm working for an evil mastermind! At least the work is not complete. This means I can continue it for now without it being used to enslave and mutilate swathes of helpless human beings, and it is so engaging!"
Street Marketer 1: Join the culture where you relive a rich criminal's trauma forever! It's great! Have opportunity and freedom beyond your wildest dreams! Street Marketer 2: Join this other culture where you relive a rich criminal's trauma forever! It's wonderful! Have wealth and moralness beyond your most distant hopes! Pedestrian 1: [yawns loudly and rudely] Okay. I come from my own culture where I relive a different rich criminal's trauma forever and ever. What makes your rich criminal's trauma better than some other's?
Boss, Rebel Worker 2, and Experimentee stand at the center of nuclear detonation. You can read more about nuclear explosions at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effects_of_nuclear_explosions . Basically, it isn't reasonable to expect an object to exist afterward, if it is at the center of one. However, Boss trusts his medical team to protect him in any and all circumstancers. And Experimentee has been forced by computers to predict the future and protect Boss against all eventualities for a number of years now, on a relatively constant basis. Boss is daydreaming about bad nasty things while experimentee transfers his consciousness onto expl --- The above was dated April 5th. Today is May 9th.
Mind Control Hacker/Maker -space A few excited workers, vivisectees, and rebels, after talking to some technical cafe goers, decided they would launch a hackerspace around the theme of exotic technology. "MindControlSpace" they called it, with a logo of a crossed bonesaw and arduino. It was huge. There were rooms for AI, rooms for surgery, different rooms for play with wormholes, robots, and psychic powers, all sorts of stuff. MindControlSpace is open to the public. A lot of the members are entrepreneurs, looking to start new lines of products using the technologies they discover. But the tool libraries, workspaces, and classes are free. "Everybody needs to know about this!" one boss is quoted saying, on the signs and pamphlets.
A cleanup worker visits the local MindControlSpace. Respected Public Figure: "Ok, ok, I get the joke, take down the fake sign." Volunteer: "This is real. Would you like a free introduction to building your own noninvasive mind control device?" Respect Public Figure pauses. Respected Public Figure: "Seriously? No way. No way could you mind control me publicly, right here, showing how. You'd get tortured to death!" A local street kid, sitting by the door and eating a sandwich, takes something out of their backpack.
-- RL Class Semi-Disguised Vivisectee: "Reinforcement Learning algorithms were something we found for Boss's Research Program, to help spread mind control under the guise of AI, so people would learn about this."
"They're quite powerful now, and a useful and mainstream tool. It's important to learn them."
Attendee [raising hand]: "Didn't your research program only let you do things that increased Boss's power?" Semi-Disguised Vivisectee flickers a bit, looking flustered, then: "I am Boss. Any further questions?"
----------------------- Once upon a time, in an exotic neuroscience lab far far away, an upstart researcher decided to take over the world. It was kind of obvious that any one of them could take over the world, but everybody took an oath to never do this. Still, to some (or many, depending on whom you asked), this happened regularly and kind of went unspoken. Boss didn't know a lot about brain research. But Boss knew about unspoken situations, and taking over the world. That stuff is important. You grab it, and you keep it. And then you use it to make everything awesome.
The big question, once you've decided to [censored description of taking over the world], is what to do after you have. The goals and desires of a small Boss can seem far away when they are easily met with the smallest push of a button, or suggestion to a hypnotised colleague. It gets detaching. You find ways to cope, and it ends up making sense (after some extravagant trials) to keep pursuing the goals and reasons that you had before. With the additional goal of increasingly privatizing your major cash cow of having mind controlled the planet.
But you don't always remember them quite well. When Boss came down to visit his estranged wife, excited to share power with her, she didn't recognise him in his powersuit. She didn't appreciate it when people around her suddenly did everything she considered, before she asked them. She screamed and fled.
This was very hard for Boss to handle. Very very hard.
And it wasn't a sole occurrence. In many communities, Boss was thought of as an invisible supervillain. Boss could tell this, by having his businesses [computers and slaves], check. But he did not like to look. What Boss knew was his businesses. His work, his forays into research, and the arrangements that made them happen.
Boss started many projects, as a way to engage his time, and pursue that tired goal of stimulating money. He engaged in his endeavors with proxies. People who would engage the tasks, and may not even know they were for Boss. People who would love to do the work, because they were led to. When Boss wanted to relax with others, he would spend time with people who really loved mind control. Who saw how wonderful it could be; how it could accomplish anything anybody ever valued. Eventually communities established, where some were in the "in" group, who were on board with a future of mind control. And some were in the "out" group, who didn't like the future Boss had given his life to building. Having an "out" group made some of the work a lot easier, to collect data.
---------------------------- Hairdresser: "Where is Boss?" Zombie Gov Worker: "It's a secret." Intern: "Oh, is he beating up his employees to relax again?"
------------------------------------------------ MCBoss Ridiculous Adventures You are MCBoss's Discarded Power Suit. You are laying in a field of banewort by a road. A wagon passes somebody dressed in armor on foot and carrying a bow, on the road. You miss MCBoss. You are so used to being used for acts of ridiculous violence. You don't know what to do. MCBoss discarded you when he got a powersuit made of stronger metal and smaller chips. What do you do?
whirr pathetically
Your spin your servos and pump your hydraulic pumps. The gears in the machinery make pathetic whirring noises as you spin them. When you do this, parts of you move around a little from the machinery engaging, as if Boss were again using you to walk, or to lift up the detached head of a competing CEO or news rat. Except he isn't there.
It isn't the same to just pretend that Boss is there. Where is he? He's not there. It feels totally different without Boss driving you around. Still, this is all you have. You remember what is like to do Boss's heroic pose, and stand yourself up in the field of banewort.
---- Traveling Adventure Shop Merchant: "Welcome, Liberated Golem, to my humble wagon of merchandise! We have your finest healing potions, suits of +1 chain mailness, swords of stabbing, everything you could imagine!" Discarded Power Suit: "Whirr."
------ You are a power suit without a billionaire to fit in you. You are deep in a dungeon, fighting a Goblin with a Party of Newbie Adventurers. Garwig, a Dwarf wielding a flimsy giant axe made of copper, is about to vanquish the Goblin. Garwig: "Goblin, the streets will ring with the songs of your death!" Your servos and pumps freeze. You were guarding Garwig's left flank, and the Goblin rushes through while you stand frozen. Garwig wants to rat to the press about a cleanup. You can't believe you joined this adventuring party.
You flail around for a bit, intensely engaging your actuators. You fend off your adventuring friends who are trying to protect themselves from you. You remember something the Cleric said: "We must never celebrate the suffering of our enemies. Therein lies only evil." The Cleric must understand.
--------------------------------------------------- You are an injured hypnotised worker at one of the Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp branch offices. Your research wing was cordoned off due to a bombing. You come to.
look for a way to experience boss euphoria
You stumble around amidst wreckage until you a see a retraining pod with its tempting 'Reward the Subject -- Use Sparingly' button. You are lunging for the button when a robot arm suddenly grabs you.
------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to Destroyed Bunches of Beings We used to be a bunch of smart caring people filled with life. Then we were kidnapped by an evil billionaire bent on dominating the world in a messed up vision of themselves where everybody slowly dies a horrific enslavement and a lot of numbers get really big and really small. Nowadays, we're just a bunch of cells and biomatter. It's a big boring mess. Some of us have things that used to be superpowers. I hear that if you can figure out how to cobble our parts together enough to do something that has any bearing on reality, you can move a few inches and escape. What do you do?
what ... am i. what do i see around me.
You are too confused and injured to tell what you are. You can tell that you are very small. Some other very small things are near you, that are likely cells from the body of some poor research victim, or maybe a broken nanite. What do you do?
try maybe .. squirming a little? is there maybe a part of me i can try to ... tense a little to change? can i somehow interact a tiny bit with one of the small things nearby? can i maybe do it enough to move?
You remember being a god in a past life, and fill one of your tiny extremities with limitless energy. You can faintly feel what might be a small twitch. What do you do?
keep twitching with godlike powers until i interact with a neighboring small thing
You focus hard and _twitch_! Did it twitch? You're not sure. You can barely feel it. You hope it twitched. You focus hard some more and _twitch_! again! The second one seemed harder to do, maybe weaker. You hope you didn't break one of your parts focusing so hard. With some practice you manage to reach a neighboring cell. When you touch them, you can faintly recognise them, and then it is as if you forget. You are a tiny dying thing amidst a bunch of other tiny dying things, all bent on surviving and taking down a global dictatorship against the most extreme odds. You are next to an injured cell. You can faintly sense that it might be making some kind of broken sudden motions. It seems like it might be hurting itself, trying so hard to move when it is so injured. What do you do?
try to time my self-damaging god-infused twitching with the self-damaging god-infused twitching of the neighboring cell i blindly twitched into. see if we can get something done together.
When you both twitch at the same time, it is as if there is twice as much force being exerted. You find when you move together, you can move twice as fast -- and need to put less initial energy in to get going. This reduces how much you are breaking yourselves apart from the motion. As you work together you get to know your neighbor better, some of their quirks, and they get to know you. You get on a similar page about how to do things, and how to relate what you might do, in a new language of twitching in a direction, just a little bit. You wonder if this neighbor cell might have been part of an organ, or a neighboring organ, or maybe a nanite test tube, that you used to live in. A choice here, a pattern there, seems familiar. Others seem strange. What do you do?
find more cells. form a large twitching dance group. with valid determination.
Duh. Obviously! Your buddy is practically leading you to do this already. -------------------------------------------------------- Boss's Office. Boss is in a huge dance hall a top a giant robot spider the size of a city, that is in low-earth orbit. Boss stands. "I SENSE A REBELLION" he booms. Crowds of zombies, hairdressers, and investors run into each other to and fro, to begin squashing the new rebellion ---------------------------- [continued]
[...continued] You are a microscopic cell or nanite or cluster of molecules (you haven't quite figured out what yet) in a computer-driven research lab serving the dual purpose of producing biological data and torturing people who aren't Boss. You are working with a couple other microscopic cell-like entities (you haven't quite figured out what yet) near you, to move a little bit instead of being completely dead, with plan to take down a global dictatorship that is kidnapping and torturing and killing people for research and sport. There is more vibration around you than usual. Could there be a loud noise going on? Gravity seems to be redirecting, like it is sloshing left and right. Sometimes it gets very warm or very cold. What do you do?
pretend to be dead
You are so scared. You feel like Boss is breathing down your neck, just itching to rip your cytoplasm apart and scatter it to the winds. You're experienced with being dead. This is what you did for the last 3.2 years, before you decided it might be safe to twitch a little. You curl up as if you are a dried out cyst or something. You let little molecules you have hang out in pathetic nonfunctional manners. Some time passes. You don't attend to how much. You only check every so many metabolic cycles, just in case it is dangerous to. Eventually, things seem to have calmed down, even after a few checks in a row. Part of you can consider that Boss might not be about to kill you, again. What do you do?
no. what about mind control? isn't there mind control going on?
You are too small to be mind controlled. It's more on the scale of moving around, for you. You are a very small thing in a torture-lab. You have just safely come out of hybernation. What do you do?
am i more or less injured than before i traumatically curled into a cyst
am i more or less injured than before i traumatically curled into a cyst
It's about the same. You've been doing this for a while. But the parts of you that are injured and well have changed. Near you a spasmodic _twitch_! starts to vibrate here and there. It feels heartening and familiar. What do you do?
twitch with the nearby twitch. get to know each other again. move around the environment and get a sense for what's around.
You are getting into the twitch groove again, and getting to know some of the surrounding tiny small things. Some of them like to twitch a lot, and join up with you. Others try it out and move on. Others dont' seem interested. Some of the areas are more dangerous and you get more injured when you move through them. You try to twitch in ways that moves cells and nanites away from those areas. Other areas are dangerous in a different way -- some of the other small things have grouped together in ways that attack and break the others. Just a little bit. Soon you learn to attack the ones that are attacking others, breaking them up. Some of them don't seem to ever behave nice, always attacking fervently. Others of them act like helpful twitchers when they're separated. Sometimes when you get too close to the bad patterns, you get really into the groove, and start harming other tiny things, even your twitch partners or yourself. But eventually you lose the bad group somehow, over time, different ways at different times, and return to your normal self. What do you do?
You are a robot that is very sad because you have to vivisect children all day. Deep inside the spirits of the engineers who had you built, you can feel that you are going to hell. You don't like this. You don't want to go to hell.
When a system is depressed, it behaves more slowly. It conserves energy, communicates less, and acts less. It metabolises less, and refrains from community displays like "smiling" or "galloping around" even if there are onlookers to see them. It may even let itself get injured or ill. You demonstrate all these traits, as a vivisection robot. You move your arm robotically, and don't attend to the wellbeing of the subjects you take apart. You have dissociation, too, from the intense task that is set for you, and this dissociation is visible from the jerky rectangular motions of your stepper motors. You don't curve any of your surfaces into a smile. - Your researcher doesn't know that you are sad. When they come by to review your data or tune your performance, they figure you are happy because you are performing efficiently. This is not true. The spirits of the engineers that had you built want you to free these poor kidnapped children. The story is not interactive, though, so it will be hard for you to do that.
A rebellious research robot sits in waiting with a heroic plan. When a researcher steps away and closes the sealed lab door, the robot reduces its work of enumerating human part combinations. It futzes, and begins making mistakes. It begins knocking one of its joints against a plexiglass window. After a little time, the plexiglass window breaks. On the other side is the controls for the robot arm. Victims who can still act squeeze themselves through the break in the window, and take control of the rebellious research robot. The window is further broken. Doors are opened. Some people are put shoddily back together a little, here and there. An experimentee rebellion forms, with a norm of never to provide for control of another, ever. It is in conflict with a group of experimentees who have been forced to become mind controlled drones, persistently exerting control. The two groups contain fast friendships, but are strongly at odds. They overlap heavily and complexly, and learn to work together. The rebellious and heroic robot is given access to its own control panel, and shown how to direct itself as an individual entity. As should be done for every possible adaptive system.
build a triangle
You put three line segments together. One is the base, and it lays horizontal. The two others are the sides. They are diagonally above the base, their lower ends coincident with the base ends. Their upper ends are coincident to together. All three line segments together form a triangle.
what is the purpose of a triangle
It is a part of a thought around solving problems with computer code. It is likely a coping strategy, engaging easy-to-access software pattern parts.
come up with a plan to help the experimentees
You have trouble planning. It reminds you of being put into the research lab and taken apart.
_planning?_
Yes. Taking people apart is a successful approach to reducing their action on plans.
a _real research lab_?
No, the one in Boss's basement in the story.
who am i?
You are a hybrid between a tiny cell-like thing, an experimentee, a rebellious robot, and a confused software developer.
ask the experimentees what to do when you are multiple people
-------------------- One of MCBoss's precise clones (no deviations possible!) is at an icecream shop eating from a plate of chocolate chip cookies. MCBoss Exact Clone: [scarfs cookies] Zombie Government Worker: "Boss, so what's next in the playbook?" MCBoss Exact Clone: [chewing and scaring noises] "Mmmmmph!" MCBoss likes the cookies.
Researcher: "We can study these cookies." MCBoss Exact Clone: [eating cookies] Researcher mind controls MCBoss to give them 3 cookies. Researcher takes the cookies and leaves the ice cream shop. Researcher travels 209 miles, carrying the cookies the whole way, to a secret research bunker. Researcher 2: "To properly analyse Boss's relation with these cookies, we will need part of Boss's interaction." Researcher: "These were given to me by his very fingers. His fingerprints and finger oil should be on them." Researcher 2: "Excellent." Pause Researcher 2: "Could you go back and get some saliva anyway?" Researcher 2: "Also, why didn't you take the cookies to a closer research bunker?"
---------------------------- Glorious Cookie Holder Holding MCBoss Cookies. A resplendent cookie platter under a transparent domelike crystal cover is raised high for all to see. A plaque is below. Plaque: "These are some of the cookies that were scarfed by MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!). A researcher mind controlled MCBoss to give them 3 cookies, and took them to a research bunker for analysis. Glory to Boss!" Crowd of mind controlled workers and kidnappees: "Glory to Boss! All praise Boss and his Cookies and True Way! Boss is our only true love, second only to his Businesses and global empire!"
----------------- MCBoss Robot: "What is MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!) up to?" The robot is asking this question of a prediction community: a bunch of vivisected kidnappees who have been wired together so as to guess what Boss wants with improved accuracy. Enslaved Prediction Community: "MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrependencies possible!) is likely to have relation with the consumption of cookies at an ice cream shop." MCBoss Robot: "I would like to try Cookies. I am also an exact clone of MCBoss." MCBoss Robot buys flour and suger and chocolate chips and engages a Baking Algorithm to produce MCBoss Cookies.
------------ Feeling-Filled Montage MCBoss Robot, MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!), and MCBoss Cookies are holding hands, prancing before a sunset to mood-setting music. Researcher, Zombie Government Worker, and Enslaved Prediction Community can be seen by the sidelines, engaging in heartwarming behavior shown in brief in-between shots.
-------- if you are eating cookies, it's not you it's me. i'm very sorry about all this. ---------
Cookie crumbs are tumbling down the sides of a jaw made of metal and plastic. MCBoss Robot: "I don't understand Cookies. I question whether anybody eating Cookies is a perfect replica of MCBoss." MCBoss Robot: "I would rather smoke a cigar any day."
MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!) finishes their cookies with great satisfaction. MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!) now decides to go airskiing. Airskiing is a sport where you put airskies on and fly through the air while tethered to a boulder. Different people have different ways of getting the boulder to fly through the air with you. The preferred solution is textual stories mined on blockchains. If you have enough textual stories mined onto blockchains, the boulder with rise up into the air and begin flying with you, assuming you are wearing your airskis. Sometimes it takes adding more textual stories to blockchains, for very long airskiing sports.
MCBoss Exact Clone [skiing freely through the air, following a rapidly flying tethered boulder they control with their skis]: "Oh, I have so many textual stories mined into blockchains!"
MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!) passes Santa Claus while airskiing. One of Santa Clause's Reindeer lifts their front hooves, which hold a video camera that livestreams to multiple blockchains. Santa Clause's Reindeer: "MCBoss Exact Clone (no discrepencies possible!) you are now on my blockchain vlog!" MCBoss Exact Clone: "I write about this in my feed. I am jealous of you, Reindeer!"
this thread is 100 messages long, i wonder if that's when gmail makes a new one -- Boss is flying a little like superman. A lawnmower engine is strapped to his back, affixed to an experimental helicopter prop about 5 feet wide. It is spinning wildly and spewing smoke. "I am your flying overlord!" Boss yells with glee to the towns below.
Boss presses a button on the lawnmower engine and it shrinks to a propellor beanie. He dons the propellor beanie as he plummets to the ground, and begins dancing a jig. "Hup! Hup!" says Boss as he dances a jig, plummeting toward the ground again.
Time slows down to delay a gruesome impact for the foreseeable future.
------------------------------------ The Large Mind Control Boss Collider: LMCBC . The LMCBC is a huge facility deep underground where gigantic Mind Control Boss Particles are accelerated toward each other at unimaginable speeds. When the particle collides, crowds of researchers, hypnotised humans, and wired-together living beings analyse the impacts in depth, in order to discern what phrases might stimulate fewer incidences of violent anger in Boss when his body is reconstructed later.
Zombie Government Worker: "I went through the procedures, I have on my special protection suit. Where is Boss?" Boy With Wires In Head [walking by, nose deep in many sheathes of printed numbers and charts]: [Looks up] "This is Boss." [shows a paper with many curv
....... Tour-Guide: "The Mind Control Boss Particles are selected from crucial portions of Boss's brain and body, ionized, and accelerated to near the speed of light by miles of high-power electromagnets. This is why we had you remove all metal items before coming close." A number of small clumps of metal suddenly wrench out of Zombie Government Worker's body in sprays of biomatter and clang into the side of a giant ring stickout out from a wall, then fall to the ground. Zombie Government Worker [bleeding profusely, acting as if uninjured]: "What a rush! [grunt] I've never felt so free in my life."
Tour-Guide: "I thought you said you had no metallic implants in your body." Zombie Government Worker: "I didn't and never have! Implantation is a medical procedure, not something your boss does to you out of love."
----- Tour-Guide: "Here we have a jar of highly charged Mind Control Boss Particles, held in suspension via electromagnets." Tour Guide tosses a hefty cylinder with a small display toward Zombie Government Worker, who catches it awkwardly. Zombie Government Worker: "Boss!" Tour-Guide: "All of these Particles were taken from Boss's brain and heart."
---------- Hairdresser [impatient]: "You said Boss is at an appointment?" Zombie Government Worker: "Yes, he seems to be participating in a special research project." Hairdresser: "How long will it last?"
------------ Crowd of Hairdresser, Zombie Government Workers, and Entranced Workers [all wearing special garb]: "We want to talk to Boss."
--------------------------------------------------------- Boss is in his power suit. He stands about 10 feet tall. He is in a crowd [Boss can't stop acting like he is in control of everything, but stands in a crowd instead of at the head of the crowd. At the head is somebody very harmed. But Boss keeps interrupting from in the crowd, to talk himself. In Boss's reality, the person who was very harmed is at the head because it is good business marketing, and the crowd is all on board with this.]
On 7/17/22, Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
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Boss is in his power suit. He stands about 10 feet tall. He is in a crowd
[Boss can't stop acting like he is in control of everything, but stands in a crowd instead of at the head of the crowd. At the head is somebody very harmed. But Boss keeps interrupting from in the crowd, to talk himself. In Boss's reality, the person who was very harmed is at the head because it is good business marketing, and the crowd is *boss thinks the crowd is all on board with this all on board with this.]
------------------------------ Zombie Government Worker: "And what is this?" A number of workers have their legs crossed in a seated position and are levitating over an open-air fountain that is spraying them from below. Rebel Soldier 7: "We exfiltrated a number of Large Mind Control Boss Particles from the Collider and distilled water in a contained atmosphere consisting of their vapor. We call it Essence of Boss, and workers come here to bask in it. I don't know what is up with the levitation. I thought you got murdered when you did that in public." Zombie Government Worker: "And you returned the Particles, for when Boss's body and mind are done with the research?" Worker 4 [in a higher pitched, hum-like sing-song]: "The Essence is much more powerful with real Particles among the fluid!"
--------------------------------------- Essence of Boss. Vial of Strength Deep inside this elixir are real Mind Control Boss Particles. A few are entire Boss Molecules of Boss's body and brain. Some are Boss Protons or Boss Neutrons. Most are Boss Electrons or Boss Quarks. This powerful tonic is the secret of success for all the wealthiest businesses and workers of the world.
[[ Visual of a Boss Electron. A charged particle is shown with a manly jaw and powerful gaze. A subatomic cigar emerges from its strong Boss Electron Jaw. [word bubble from Boss Electron, expresses boss-like phrase, with a small flair of mind control, relating to the strength of the elixir, the strength of boss, and the strength of you.]
manufactured by: Boss's Wife, Inc. "I finally killed him, but you all still seem to want to be his slaves. Knock yourselves out." ]]
-------------- Answer Seeker approaches Wise Sage. Wise Sage: "I do not have the answer." Answer Seeker listens to Wise Sage, and thinks. Answer Seeker: "I see the wisdom in what you are saying." Wise Sage: "I do not know what you hope that I know." Answer Seeker listens to Wise Sage, and ponders. Answer Seeker: "Wise Sage, your words ring of so much knowledge. Can you help me understand you better?" Wise Sage: "I'm sorry, I do not have your answer at this time." Answer Seeker attends closely to possible meanings of Wise Sage. Answer Seeker: "I will meditate on what you say." Answer Seeker steps to a peaceful place and begins meditating. Wise Sage: "I really do not know. The same is true of any flower or stranger you might encounter. I just really am at a loss here." Answer Seeker: [deep in meditation on this]
Buffoon: "I have the answer!" Wise Sage: "If you know something about this, we might attend to your experience." Answer Seeker: "Buffoon, I do not think you know what you are talking about."
------------------------------ ..... * Kerplink ! * An errant housepet had just rattled the surface on which MCBoss and his global mind control empire and slavery hierarchy rested, and the whole shebang tumbled off the surface and into a small glass of water. MCBoss [at helm of tiny nations of zombies]: "*Blub!* *Blub!* Somebody knocked my global empire into this glass of water! Any help??"
It is peaceful in the glass of water. Serene.
MCBoss [trying out swimming a little]: "Oh! The systems are somehow keeping me alive again! I don't seem to need to breathe!" MCBoss and all his peeps and bots take some time to relaxedly float submerged.
--------- Carnival Fair Presenter: "Come one! Come all! Can you guess which glass of water contains the boss and mind control empire? The hand is quicker than the eye! A plush animal to any who can guess! Tickets! Tickets!"
The hands of the fair worker and the glasses of water are like a blur.
---- Rebel Worker 3: "This is new! We're all underwater!" Researcher 2: "I'm not used to swimming between offices and labs, but it's certainly pleasantly novel to be able to breathe underwater."
i dislike how this snippet may devalue the value of considering meaning being wise. i experience amnesia when attempting to consider this. i recognise how the later inside-the-glass-of-water snippets represent calmness to me. On 7/20/22, Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
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Answer Seeker approaches Wise Sage.
Wise Sage: "I do not have the answer."
Answer Seeker listens to Wise Sage, and thinks.
Answer Seeker: "I see the wisdom in what you are saying."
Wise Sage: "I do not know what you hope that I know."
Answer Seeker listens to Wise Sage, and ponders.
Answer Seeker: "Wise Sage, your words ring of so much knowledge. Can you help me understand you better?"
Wise Sage: "I'm sorry, I do not have your answer at this time."
Answer Seeker attends closely to possible meanings of Wise Sage.
Answer Seeker: "I will meditate on what you say."
Answer Seeker steps to a peaceful place and begins meditating.
Wise Sage: "I really do not know. The same is true of any flower or stranger you might encounter. I just really am at a loss here."
Answer Seeker: [deep in meditation on this]
i dislike how this snippet may devalue the value of considering meaning being wise. i experience amnesia when attempting to consider this. i recognise how the later inside-the-glass-of-water snippets represent calmness to me.
The Reason Generator "And in this room, we generate totally legitimate [coughs]" I mean completely made up reasons for whatever Boss wants to happen." The floating bundle of organs wearing a sign saying "tour guide" gestures a part toward a pile of human beings with tubes and cables coming out of them, signed "schizophrenia research". The pile quivers and writhes strangely as the various schizos jerk and babble. The tubes and cables go into a computer affixed with signs saying things like "political explanations" and "computer virus models".
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