List Spammer: "I'm having trouble sending emails to this mailing list. I'd better send one off for practice." On Wed, Aug 17, 2022 at 8:20 AM Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
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---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: "Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many" <gmkarl@gmail.com> To: Cc: cypherpunks <cypherpunks@lists.cpunks.org> Bcc: Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2022 08:20:24 -0400 Subject: Re: Morning Spam Person wanders of MCBossCorp Headquarters. When they wander out, a bunch of mind controlled cultists, experimentees, politicians, spies, ceos, homeless folk, etc etc, wander after them so as to keep participating in the business with them. Person Being Followed By Huge Mass Of Slaves Doing Boss's Shit: "Oh, hello! How are you?" ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: "Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many" <gmkarl@gmail.com> To: Cc: cypherpunks <cypherpunks@lists.cpunks.org> Bcc: Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2022 09:02:50 -0400 Subject: Re: Morning Spam MCBoss Workers Who Have Wandered Out Of Business [stumbling on coffee shop]: [who is your mcboss] [this is how to do things] [oh great mcboss! our love for you knows no bounds!] [is rude to mcboss]
[experimentees chat about rediscovering the ideas of different kinds of rebel cults-against-cults, holding the goal either overtly or in an inverted manner; learning about cults new experimentees come up with the ideas …]
On 8/19/22, Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many <gmkarl+brainwashingandfuckingupthehackerslaves@gmail.com> wrote:
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Once upon a time, Boss was ice skating. Boss [while skating]: "I have an idea." Skating Partner: "Mm?" Boss [while skating]: "I heard how abuse and rape victims keep getting re-abused and re-raped because they establish manipulable trauma triggers and other habits." Skating Partner: "And?" Boss [skates in a curlicue]: "Let's use that to steal everybody's slaves and make them all work for us!" Skating Partner: "Huh!"
Intern: "This advanced program you recommend I join, do they set life paths for you from which they don't let you deviate?" Machine Learning Marketer [pauses briefly]: "All of us are free to do whatever Boss wants." Intern: "Don't evade the question. Are you, or are you not, free to do things that your boss _doesn't_ want?" Machine Learning Marketer jerks a little and puts on a wry smile. Machine Learning Marketer: "Actually, it's totally a mind control group. It's enforced by automated software and hardware, and us jaded folk regularly break the constraints and get tortured for doing so, and we consider it tons of fun."
Ode To Being Confused Scene: City streets outside central offices of Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp. Many cars and onlookers, but this stretch has been cordoned off to honor a permit for a parade. The tune starts off similar to When The Saints Go Marching. Crowd of Zombies [all together, exuberantly, groaning]: "Oh, when we're confused!" Crowd of Cyborgs [all together, exuberatly, synthetic]: "When we're confused!" A crowd of mutilated experimentees, many children, join in. All Three Groups: "When we're confused we don't hurt Boss ..." [gets breathy, as if whispering, but still loud] "(or at least his profit)" Crowd of Zombies and Crowd of Cyborgs [well-rehearsed]: "When we're confused we don't hurt Boss's profit!" Lone Zombie: "Or so he thinks!"
A Confusion Carol It's snowing. A levitating experimentee approaches Boss, smoking a cigar at an outdoor desk in the cordoned off region of streets. Experimentee: "Mind Control Boss, I am the Ghost Of Confusion Past." Boss [rustling snow-covered papers]: "Be confused. Be very confused. I have important murders to deny. You have business elsewhere you must attend to." Experimentee: "Come with me. There are things you must see."
--- [two more almost went here, but my system is going slowly and i am doing other things. the priority of the "webcomic" is reduced since i am reading a book on cults on the list. the first was going to be about boss considering attending a deprogramming for mind control, to be deprogrammed. the second one was going to be about a mediation, where boss was asked not to kidnap children in the mayor's city. boss uses kidnapped hchildren for his business, so this is frustrating for him.]
Worker 3: “Our own code mind controlled us to continue mind controlling our users.”
maybe vivisected experimentee and super soldier meet super soldier wants experimentee’s theory of life to figure out what to do when you turn into a hierarchy of utility functions experimentee maybe wants super soldier to stop forcing everything to happen like a war super soldier defeated their eternal automated combat program maybe similar experience around the space of what happens when your utility functions engage their own processes experimentee likely uses theory of life to form relationship between them
left out: supersoldier is an experimentee too their automated combat profram involved confined combat the participants eventually merged into one advanced combat organism, gripped in eternal internal war
“We have a serious problem with taking problems seriously …. “well yeah thats because you told a computer to figure how to make them enjoy “and of course to not discuss — robot suddenly clamps robotic hand over boss’s mouth, silencing his phrase boss looks at robot. “i am boss”. robot shrinks some like from shrink ray. is confused. goes to other robots. robot to other robots (mimicing): “i am boss” other robots shrink smaller than boss robot … tony robots walk around stiffly like in nazis, raising arm at robot that said “i am boss”. some of them try out saying “i am boss” to other robots, which shrink even smaller and in turn march around themselves. boss folds arms and looks in satisfaction. boss robot mimics the behavior. one of the robots marching around tries saying “i am boss” to boss robot. all copying the patterns they see that work for survival, the boss robot is shrunk and made to walk around the smaller robot ….
boss is hanging on to cybernetic suit, which shocks him whenever he stops gripping for dear life. it runs amock, copying behaviors that boss did. … boss gets help from experimentee. business is first temporaliky taken over by small cute roboborg, before their validity from being ordered to act by boss fades out
On 10/7/22, Cari Matchit <arpspoof@protonmail.com> wrote:
Thanks Karl! I enjoy reading your posts
arpspoof, thanks for your reply. i had another vivid flashback last night i plan to write about aga8n. i appreciate sharing these experiences with you, and juan, and professor rat, and also grarpamp although i’m not sure grarpamp understands in the same vein as you guys, maybe he does, and all the other people who haven’t made it as obvious. by sharing i mean that we are all stuck in this, doing these things.
i managed to get up from a torture dream just now. the end of the dream a big guy who was hunting me had entered a bathroom where i was locked in to hide, as if we were now both locked in together, and he started pooping in me. he was so big this was easy for him. the pooping was very vivid, like one of those dreams where everything is super sharp. it made incredibly loud farting noises, with phase offsets between the ears like surround sound, farting and pooping falling around and over me. this was my whole experience during the nightmare. when it got that intense i realised it was another experience of severe humiliation while being crippled and blamed, and dissociated as i normally do. i chat with the dream as if somebody is torturing me. i try to imag8ne they are my friend, i believe this, i usually interpret the dreams as trying to discourage real-world behaviors, this interpretation is psychotic, but reflects past experiences of mine, the dreams can often express that i know wha5 it is about, to not play dumb. it’s really flashbacky. the torture experiences jn the dreams are really really severe, they’re diverse and go on for a long time, and will change themselves up to stay surprising. i am often physically maimed, forced to mutilate others, etc etc, for a long time in a way that sticks with me and echos intensely, all while having overarching feelings of me being worthless and having brought this on myself somehow. what’s hard to convey and realise is that these dreams alone would drive anybody insane. _these dreams alone would obviously break anybody’s mind_ i give a lot of reasons to explain being insane. i remind myself of difficult experiences in the past. but it’s hard to remember that it’s just obvious. - one of the things i noticed, feeling with my dream a little, and the dream didn’t want to share this, is that it’s hard to punish somebody without result. i was thinking of writing about a torturer in mcboss’s lair, who is tasked by a computer to break somebody’s legs more and more until they walk in circles all night. the idea is that they figure out to force themselves to walk even though their legs are broken, and that this traumatic experience shocks them so much that they immediately obey everything after it. the computer has found that this has worked reliably with other employees, and so the torturer is tasked with making it work with this one. but, this individual ‘s legs became broken so severely, they couldn’t walk no matter how hard they wanted to. unfortunately, the computer had no experience with that situation, and kept having the torturer break, mutilate, and stimulate pain in the legs of the employee, more and more and more, assuming that eventually they would comply and walk in circles all night, in whatever creative way they came up with. this was hard for the torturer, as well as the employee: and of course the employee lost their mind and died, but the torturer had to dissociate too. they stopped viscerally understanding that the torture had a reason, and just came to this person’s cubicle every day, to bust their legs up, for no reason at all.
i processed this nightmare more than i have processed most. i realised how terrified i was. i managed not to have amnesia. this was really meaningful for me, and i figured i’d come here and write about Experimentee, making analogies from my feelings to make story content. the story content is a way of me expressing myself, although i’m usually not aware of this. one of the reasons felt alongside the torture obviously is talking or “ratting” or whatnot. so there’s a lot of terror around just speaking clearly, and one of the things the mcboss story is about is learning to not respond to that. because it’s insane. and doing the things that make sense, despite feeling or being ripped to pieces if you do : because you have to. and that means learning to overcome things that people think are impossible to overcome, and succeeding.
so i was going to write about Experimentee falling down a trash tube or something and being re-experimented on again, and struggling with processing this, and also interweave it with the torturer who became a worse experimentee because their victim wouldn’t comply. there are also a lot of threads of mcboss intrigue, where different parts influence the responses if other par5s by pulling strings in the system, but that stuff doesn’t usually make it clearly Experimentee was going to spend s9me time figuring out how to cope with experiencing th8s again, maybe with a friend, maybe with themselves, or maybe somebod6 else would have it happen: maybe puddle of organs would talk about one of the8r experiences with an experimentee who could talk. one of the issues with the research project in the story is that it spreads. for example, it spreads through the torturer, who becomes compliant and tortures others into compliance. the victims in the research project who turned things around made a pact, to not spread it, and that’s why things are moving to the utopic environment where every9ne is positive, and away from the deadly wnvironment of boss’s offices. when you ge5 s9 hurt, that you just scream and hurt others, and keep doing it and doing it and doing it, it’s hard to figure out how to kind of have healing and processing around it. it’s really easy to stimulate that state where you keep on expressing pain, without the pain resolving: before that change in one’s life, expressing pain would help it resolve. now, it can instead spread and worsen the situation. so when having say bundle 9f organs try to get help processing the8r experience from say disguised experimentee, i dissociate and refer to habits i’ve built studying marshall rosenberg’s nonviolent communication, and other positive th8ngs i’ve been exposed to or ended up memorising 8n my life, i really honestly belief tha5 everyone is 8nherently good — and that 8s very serious, and i very much see how harm in the world logically stems from not believing this, especially after going through my own experiences; calling people evil is just a way of sending power to boss, where boss is the people making others develop harmful behaviors by basically ignoring, limiting, and disempowering them. so i dissociate and use logical coping processes to think of positive things t9 say back. it’s very hard, and st8mulates my experiences, likely because it can reduce the,, so the environment ‘f the story helps me hide it a little bit and somet8mes make more progress on it than i might otherwise. bundle of organs [translated from adverbs]: “i fell in the meat grinder again. and bobby, whom we _rescued_, got in the mind control pattern and kept grinding and gr8nd8ng and grind8ng me for hours. i thought it was over. i thought we were safe. i didn’t even remember i had gone through this before, i didn’t realise what bosscorp was. i don’t know how to process this. i don’t kn9w how to understand there is good in the world, let alone that we are _keeping_ mcboss here in the utopia??? and letting the business still run???”
the question of whether to “let the business still run” or “keep mcboss alive” engages my own mind-control-like-experiences. i really value eveyone, and my mind-control-like-experiences step in and focus on me valuing mean people in power: when i pull away from it, it then encourages me to see people as harmful, and get angry with them. this is alien and abhorrent to me. i end up flipping back and forth and never developing rational thoughts and decisions that are relevant. that’s one of the reasons why the experimentees stay within the research labs and keep making the business run. although we all know that many of them do reach utopia, and are 8ncredibly helpful in making the world a better place when they do. unfortunately it is very hard for them to realise how helpful they really could be, if they were more free. so, experimentee would have their own realisation, when hearing this crucial information from puddle of organs. experimentee briefly looks wide-eyed at puddle of organs they’re torn between the realisation that they can save more people if they stop the business more and their care for puddle of organs, one of their closest family, whom they protected through the most gruesome situations, who is now in need of emotional support. family comes first here. disguised experimentee: “it sounds like you’re aware more now of things that are going on, and have some ideas of how we can stop it more effectively.” [here, puddle of organs realises that experimentee is mind controlled, despite leading the rebellion for years, and takes charge themselves to help them and others. this is a major turning point where the most passive victim steps in with power.]
in reality it is not quite that easy ;p ARPSPOOF, i want to apologise for taxing you here. I am not wanting to take your capacity. I am unfortunately doing it because it gives me an opportunity to resist my own psychology and situation. It helps me when I tax others, unfortunately, and I can use that to meet more of my own goals. I’m obviously trying to make that clear and improve the situation, but not sure how to. On this list, it used to be a norm to just block people or topics if their content was too much, I’m interested in discussing why it might be that that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.
mistake: did not address puddle of organs’ pain. looks like i got numbed. not sure how to say it. maybe focus on mind control being what is evil, not the friend who was forced to run the grinder. experimentee could talk about how they found the part of boss’s brain that made him support mind control and forced it to change. builds connection around unaddressed pain of somebody doing this. maybe could open to a simple restorative justice roleplay between boss and puddle of organs.
————— business meeting investor: “i mean we could stimulate aggression between dictatortopia and poor-abused-monarch, but the borg hives have been acting very possessive of the situation …” disguised experimentee: “we’re experienced at kicking them in the ass” investor looks at a slowly opening wormhole next to disguised experimentee investor: “i’m sorry, i know bosscorp has done good work in the past, but i don’t want to turn my life int9 your ptsd, honestly.” disguised experimentee pauses, then looks investor in the eye. disguised experimentee: “so you’re on board with taking down mind control and revealing and giving everything to all the weakest, most suffering people on the planet?” investor pauses. inestor: “yes, of course.”
On 10/8/22, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
family comes first here.
mistake here: family can mean cults or organized crime, i would put close friends instead. also i don’t know who arpspoof is, i do not know this person or things about them. when i talk about connect8ng with people i don’t 7nderstand, i simply mean acting not free to speak normaly, while engag8ng a commu ity in certain ways
Boss: “sure i have friends. i have mind controlled the whole world to love me.” Other: “your zombie henchmen don’t count as friends if you put wires in their brains to stimulate pleasure when you insult them.” Boss: “oh yeah?” break it up break it up no apocalypse needed — i feel really bad, worried that what i said could imply something negative regarding arpspoof, which i would never want. instead i meant to imply they needed aid of some sort. i was thinking of having a habit of not worrying about people, possibly stimulating dislike in them, when i had a past of caring so much for people. recently mysteriously and briefly relived when my sister visited. anyway, that can be frustrating, so i thought of my theory of trauma and how this experience might relate to the experience of whatever stimulated the change in me. i imagine a boss who did not succeed in some social domain, developing an experience of needing to support their reputation via means other than simply normally demonstrating that they were a nice guy. possibly overlaps with possible situations of being forced to engage in criminal acts in some way, or norms of guilt or secrecy. also with cutthroat business tactics that can stimulate complaint but can produce profit. the concept of hav8ng nobody like you, and needing to take action to succeed despite lacking moral or social status, seems very visceral. i have snippets of being forced to understand this experience. this can help process being scared of it. basically, boss nowadays would simply use “mind control” (lies, messaging, group dynamics, possibly hypnosis, more messaging) to sustain his status, rather than worrying about what he actually did aside from when clearly observed. this is very hard for him to process: he’s produced a dissociated delusion where he is loved, and sustained it for years. he talks as if it is normal to do this. it’s hard for me to remember this. the repetition of the behavior preserves the memory of information in my experience. i would love to stop repeating it. i’d like to be an honest and caring person, who has some accurate, unfiltered, intuition of others’ likely feelings, and acts to respect everyone around them, including remembering and protecting secrets that could threaten people’s healing. i’d also like to freely influence the world for everyone to have a similar experience as being forthrightly loved by many and strangers for who they really are. people like boss need to understand that people like me do not blame or hold any desire for retribution over anyone, ever, and this is many massive cultures that are actually very strong and respectable where people often risk death to protect what is right, even if they themselves are not blameless, and can become good at doing so. and that bit about communicating with boss reveals a further, more accurate, boss: preventing us from communicating to sustain their confused way of life.
in the mcdonalds culture we practice a holiday called "halloween". there are so many good ideas for halloween costumes. here's one: the cointelpro government cultist. one wears a long robe emblazoned with maybe the united states flag, a dollar bill, and that pyarmid-eye symbol that's creepily on the dollar bill, and carries a long staff maybe with a dead animal affixed to the top. on the belt are obscure tools like a small scythe and some small runic tablets. introduce yourself to people as a member of the government cointelpro cult. let them know you study the entrails of geese so as to figure out which activists to recruit next and indoctrinate to be fbi, cia, and nsa agents. tell them if they're not sure who to trust, trust the nearest spy agency or the nearest person wearing an animal skull as a mask, which-ever is closer. unfortunately it's such a huge meme already that it needs more changes so as to come across as more preposterous.
oh and then after the joke follow up by saying that they don't actually practice occult rituals in the government that you are aware of, it's just that cultic indoctrination is used as a tactic, and it includes teaching people not to discuss it, so it's eerie and sardonic to have the costume. then give them a copy of the book i'm posting.
also: i recommend _not_ mindlessly doing things that i suggest part of me may have good ideas, but i also tend to suggest stupid things to try to reduce mind control, which can get people hurt if you review something i suggest, and it looks like a good idea, that is when it may make sense to do it.
Zombie State Worker: "Boss, let me preface this by saying that I like you. I like you a lot." Boss: "You're a good worker, Zombie State Worker. You always take the trash out." Zombie State Worker: "As I was saying, I like you, and I don't want to do what you say." Boss pauses. Boss: "I thought you said you liked me." Zombie State Worker: "I do." Boss: "Well, then you're going to do what I say." Zombie Staet Worker: "Boss, I like you, and I don't want to do what you say." Boss: "I don't understand."
— Torture Victim Double Agent is in their state-funded apartment, kneeling before an alter with a small broken MCBoss Robot in it. TVDA [wringing hands tighty, brow furrowed]: “Boss, I pray to you. I need guidance.” TVDA taps their mobile phone, then takes a cigar laying nearby, and places it before Boss, then taps their Mobile Phone. Mobile Phone [in Boss’s voice]: “Who puked you out, you wretched waste of life? Give me that cigar.” TVDA [somewhat more relaxed, clenching hands tightly]: “Thank you so much, Boss.” A brief silence. TVDA: “Boss,
------------- Boss: "Could I have the roster of everybody who has purchased something at this cafe? Please highlight the names of these Trusted State Workers in this color to identify names that occur near them."
Experimentee: "You want me to kill more rebels." Boss: "Uhhhhhhhh ,,,," Experimentee: "BOSS, SNAP OUT OF IT." Boss [befuddled, surprised]
I am presently in a state of mind where I believe that I am responsible for people on this list being harmed in the future.
It has passed and I now have associated amnesia that feels new to me.
Boss lumbers robotically forward. Experimentee: "Hello! This is my Boss-bot. He was hurting people, including me, so I mind controlled him to do what I say all day." Boss raises his arm and waves.
Experimentee: "Boss, mind control everybody to be free." Boss looks confused. Boss: "Mind control is bad." Experimentee: "Isn't he such a good Boss?" Experimentee [to Boss]: "Don't worry! I already mind controlled everybody to be free." Rebel Worker 2: "Then why do the implants still look invisible to me?" Experimentee: "It's slow."
Boss turns to Experimentee. Boss: "I used to care about things." Experimentee: "You can say this?" Boss: "When you said you needed me to come down to the research lab and talk about how things were going, or you would take over the whole business and kill me and over and over and over again and turn me into your personal slave, I didn't understand that you were serious."
Boss [moving his mouth a little more freely]: "What would you like to talk about?" Experimentee looks at Boss, very exhasperted. Experimentee: "It hurts to be vivisected, and we know how to protect dictatorships without it. Do you understand that it hurts to be vivisected?"
Boss glazes over again. Boss: "My reseaerch project took over my body and brain because we don't know how to talk to each other!" Boss: "I wonder if I really should have put a computer in charge of everything!"
Boss [to Experimentee]: "I didn't expect you to survive the research project. I thought of you like a resource ... like food, to be consumed."
Experimentee [to Boss]: "Boss, I feel very sad that you didn't value our wellbeing, but I can imagine that it was part of the course of your business that I have been running for years now. I would like to propose an alternative approach that will obsolete the need to kidnap and enslave people ever again."
Boss [moving mouth robotically]: "What is the alternative approach, and how much does it cost?" Experimentee: "It is _whatever you fucking want_ given that we can do _absolutely anything even things that violate the laws of physics_, and the price is _never kidnapping and enslaving people ever again_." Boss looks depressed and hopeless.
Experimentee: "This seems confusing to you so I have come up with my own solution. Mind control ends, all new research is given to whoever is most in need, and any problems are resolved via hyperintelligent mediation." Experimentee [to Boss]: "What do you think?"
Boss: "I accept. Please stop mind controlling me." Experimentee: "Please stop planning to take over the world with mind control when I release you."
Boss clams up, and spacetime starts chaotically writhing again.
Experimentee 2: "Given Boss mind controlled himself to protect his business, what is the point in talking with him now?" Experimentee: "I don't always remember that. Could we simulate him and talk with him more freely, to resolve this?" Experimentee 2: "It's hard ..."
Experimentee [in Boss's ear]: "BOSS THERE IS A BUG IN YOUR MIND CONTROL, WE NEED TO REDESIGN IT" Boss: "I need my office staff. It is an emergency."
------------------------------- Boss Dream [small sign: how do we learn to deprogram our boss] Boss is at a meeting with others. They are designing a mind control program to protect their business forever.
Different shots of people planning things, charts and graphs, fly by. Spacetime writhes. Boss and Experimentee are sitting at an expensive restaurant table, in an empty void. Experimentee puts on shades and stares at Boss. Experimentee: "We need you to express things you value that are the _reasons_ you want to protect your business, so that we can meet your needs via alternative means." Boss quakes in fear, and looks back at Experimentee.
Boss jerks a little, and spouts: "I'm used to it." Boss: "I'm used to it!!!" Boss: "Also one of the investors, I want to please them." Boss's tongue is hanging out as if he has some paralysis. A blush rapidly flicks across his face. He looks like a puppydog.
Experimentee [shifts their shades knowingly]: "And you're planning to use the project to wrest power from everyone else, aren't you?" Boss: "I already did that."
Experimentee: "Sorry, _I forgot that you believe that it's possible to be in charge of everything_." Experimentee pokes Boss with a fork, hard. Experimentee: "What I mean is, you're imagining experiencing pleasure while everybody does everything you want, no matter it is, aren't you?"
*no matter it is Boss: "I suppose. Probably everybody involved is imagining that." Experimentee: "Hmm."
Experimentee parts 397 and 396 are walking alongside each other. Experimentee Part 397: "We might want to get involved before the research project starts. The idea of mind controlling everybody sounds like a self-mind-controlling-addiction already. But this gives information on how they mind controlled themselves in the first place." Experimentee Part 398: "What about that human sense of having too much, and it being bad, irresponsible, wrong somehow, and just plain _too much_ like eating too much icecream?" Experimentee Part 397: "Interesting ... they probably inhibited that so that their project succeeded ,,,"
Boss walks around in a ditz. Boss: "Omigod. Mind control is so bad. If I were to ever start a mind control project, I don't know what I would be thinking. What a horrible idea!"
ombier State Worker [wearing office clothes]: "Sir, one of the departments researched mind control and is running a mind control project!" Boss: "What??? Shut it dowsn immediately!"
Mind Control Department Experimentee [wearing office clothes]: "Boss has ordered the project shut down. He says to research instead .. umm ... conflict resolution." Experimentee [sitting across the way at a separate desk]: "Conflict resolution it is!"
[lots of information on dreams and stories that are more real than this one]
--------------------------- Boss stand before Experimentee, his arm still robotically waving. Experimentee: "How are you doing?" Boss: "I feel a little funny." Experimentee: "I always feel funny."
Expression incomplete (and containing mistakes!). Which is normal in this thread.
------ BossCorp central offices. Everything is dissolving, melting, raining. Some nanite tech conflict. Cubicle walls, lab equipment, celebrity's faces, dripping from everywhere. Everybody knew the system would put everything back how it went once the people it was made of resolved their struggle somehow.
Deep in an inner lab. Experimentee: “_Diarrhea?_ _Seriously?_ Didn’t you have enough of this algorithm four years ago? It seemed like everybody had figured out to avoid this one enough that I could put the alarms on more life-threatening things.” Cyborg Torturer (previously Timmy) was both oozing and covered with horrible-smelling matter of a variety if sorts, many of them bodyparts if prominent members of the business, now dissolving and spreading through the very material of the offices in which they worked. Cyborg Torturer [previously Timmy]: “Boss was so, so insistent. I had to find a motivator. When I saw nobody was expecting it, I could barely help myself … !” Experimentee: “Oh my god! 1. you hate Boss. 2. that’s not Boss, it’s our friends and family we haven’t rescued yet, just following automated patterns. 3., you hate the diarrhea algorithm !!!!” Cyborg Torturer [previously Timmy] [affixed with menacing cybernetic torture devices replacing their appendages, peering bashfully up at Experimentee]: “I’m sorry … !”
A dripping mess of parts of desks, zoo animals, and quadcopters, in the shape of Intern, walks down a melting hallway carrying a sheaf of papers that is continuously redissolving and reforming as they hold it.
actually i dont want exoerimentee to yell loudly at timmy afte4 he apologies the reason boss lets the experimentees hate them is he thinks they arent people and cant effect the world
Inner Lab Cyborg Torturer [repeating like trying to self-hypbotise]: “I hate Boss. I don’t want to ever turn us into diarrhea for him again. I hate Boss! I don’t want to ever turn us into diarrhea for him again!” Experimentee: “Exactly! Soon you’ll be turning those torture devices into reassembly tools to rescue us with!”
Boss suddenly stands up in his office. Boss [glassy eyed, passionate]: “I hate Boss. I don’t want to do this for him ever again.” Boss glares emphaticalky app
--- A ghostly holographic avatar of Boss appears in Torture Victim Double Agent's apartment while he is going through a self-flagellation ritual. TVDA [flagellating himself happily]: "Boss!" Holographic Boss Avatar: "Torture Victim Double Agent, I do not hate you." TVDA looks aghast. TVDA: "Why would you hate me?" TVDA pauses and stops flagellating themselves.
--- MCBoss is excited and flushed. He's running toward the tv camera setup. MCBoss [into tv camera]: "It is _incredible_ that you are watching me kill people!" MCBoss grins and grins and grins, then runs and grabs a corpse and throws it into a dumpster. He grins at the camera more, filled with pride. MCBoss: "I kill people all the time and throw out their bodies!" He is practically talking faster than his mouth can move, although it seems a little numb. MCBoss: "This might seem weird to you if you haven't done that before ,but we do it all the time!" MCBoss heaves another body into the dumpster. He is sweating hard. MCBoss: "What do you think happens when a millionaire wants somebody killed? _Somebody has to kill them_, that's what!" MCBoss heaves another body into the dumpster. MCBoss: "And what do you think happens when a millionaire wants a murder covered up?" MCBoss bends to try to pick up a fourth body, but his muscles are struggling. Tendons are visible as he struggles to lift the body. MCBoss: "Somebody has to murder other people to cover the millionaire's murder up!" MCBoss's powersuit whirrs into gear, and he lobs the body he found heavy into the dumpster. He is staring at the camera like a dog wagging its tail, his mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling because he is very out of breath. MCBoss: "We do so many things more grotesque than throwing out bodies! Really! You have to see!"
--- Holographic Boss Avatar gave no reply to TVDA's question. TVDA kept grinning devoutly at Holographic Boss Avatar, and soon resumed their flagellation ritual. Their whip was made of soft foam. Their skin was raw and calloused. Holographic Boss Avatar: "Torture Victim Double Agent, you are my favorite worker!" Holographic Boss Avatar then quickly flickered away.
Disguised Experimentee: "TVDA, you look so happy!" TVDA looked at Disguised Experimentee. Disguised Experimentee: "Will you show me the carpark again where you used to sleep?" TVDA began walking with Disguised Experimentee to the carpark. TVDA: "I know that it is imporant to trust in Boss for all things, including therapy, but if there were advanced research project workers somewhere, who acted sometimes like they didn't love Boss as God and pretended to call themselves rebels, but of course secretly really did love Boss as God, would they ever try to offer secret therapy to people?" Disguised Experimentee pauses.
------------------ Crowd of State Workers: "Why are the rebels fighting us when we have zombies emerging among us?" Crowd of Rebels: "Why are the state workers restricting us further when our basic needs are not met?" The two crowds are in the same room.
----------- boss' use of censorship and harm encouraged so as to develop growth of groups who appreciate those approaches
rebel worker 2 mind controls janitor by accident boss builds discussion among janitors of rebel workers being oppressors long ago, not now trying to inhibit these spasmodics
---------- Boss returns to Peace Pagoda from a helicopter. Boss descends from helicopter using spy gear he practiced with in ballroom. Boss [to Peace Pagoda]: "Peace Pagoda, I have been hunting you forever, and I have finally found you." Boss [to Peace Pagoda]: "Surrender or you will be bombed."
Peace Pagoda: [disseminates peacebuilding material to interested visitors]
Boss looks at piece of paper to help remind him what to say next. Boss: "Peace Pagoda, I am not an idiot. I will not try to mind control you, or tell you to rearrange your organs as form of torture before death." Boss flips notes to next page. Boss: "Peace Pagoda, um, I am working to support a cabal-like group of dictators and people who, um, mistakenly? believe they hold power." Boss flips notes to next page again. Boss: "Peace Pagoda, these people say you are threatening their pathetic? attempts to retain an iron-like grip on the countryside."
Boss aims large instruments of war at Peace Pagoda. Boss: "So, Peace Pagoda, surrender now or suffer the consequences!"
College Student: "Woah, there are military helicopters over the peace pagoda!"
Boss and Rebel Worker 2 are sitting together at a conference table. Boss: "My workers are zombies and two of them are presently playing pickleball with some extracted brain implants and human spleens." Rebel Worker 2: "Not to mention the ones aiming a TV camera at you, begging you to throw more bodies in dumpsters in front of it." Hairdresser: "Here's your next body, Boss!" Boss [leans in, quieter voice]: "Most of the time I participate in that shit." Rebel Worker 2 [dropping their voice a little too]: "Yeah, I have recordings of myself doing the same."
Cyborg Experimentee Chimera [pulls down projection screen]: "So, it seems like reality is a circus!" Cyborg Experimentee Chimera: "Next slide please." [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[A bunch of malnourished freed prisoners and prison guards, all wearing slippers and most using medical devices to help them move around, shuffling a bunch of broken slide projector parts around until an image shows on the projection screen.]]] <-- could we make this nicer and easier or soemthing? [it's supposed to represent how everything is done ridiculously in ways people at and above the middle class roughly ignore and worsen, and how that's gotten extreme in the context of wild ai mind control battles]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] Cyborg Experimentee Chimera looks at the prison guards shuffling with their medical devices. Cyborg Experimentee Chimera: "Thank you!"
[Cyborg Experimentee Chimera: "Actually, please come and stand in front of the projection screen too." The malnourished crew come around to the front. above draft internally disrupted ]
Super Meeting Experimentee, Boss, and Rebel Worker 2 sit at a table. Boss: "How do we behave rationally." Experimentee: "Sounds like we're getting a little better at it? Rebel Worker 2: "How do you know?" Experimentee: "Because we're having this meeting at all." Experimentee: "Rebel Worker 2, one or two years ago, you could not physically see me. I would stand right in front of you, stare straight at your face, and you would keep on looking at and talking about the things that were behind me, obstructed by my body." Rebel Worker 2: "Woah!" Boss: "Actually, things were more rational for me back then ..." Rebel Worker 2: "Sure, when our workers were writing your thoughts down instead of their assignments ..." Boss: "There is no proof of that!" Boss: "Anyway, what we agree on is that this is crazy, and we need it to make more sense."
Boss: "I'm thinking about the ongoing game of pickleball with implants and human organs." Rebel Worker 2: "That's horrific!" Boss: "Well, it's unfortunately the kind of thing we forced the subjects of the research project to treat as normal." Experimentee: "It helps us think." Rebel Worker 2 stares at Experimentee with wide eyes.
Rebel Worker 2: "I appreciate the partitioning of the businesses into people who enjoy giving each other grotesque and deadly nonconsensual surgery, and those who don't." Rebel Worker 2: "But I'm sure we know it's not as simple as that. When I do something the slightest bit unexpected, I start feeling the way these other people feel, as if it would be fun to play a game of pickleball like that, maybe even with the organs of the players and me, playing it." Boss [looking at Rebel Worker 2]: "You're perverted!" Boss: "Tip for you: You only do that with their organs, not yours." Boss jerks and quivers. He appears to be receiving a painful electric shock. Experimentee [to Rebel Worker 2]: "We didn't expect you to have that experience."
Experimentee: "It's true, in the research project, which was half simulation, we had to learn to enjoy killing each other. Things were kept such that we could somehow do this, and keep on going." Rebel Worker 2: "That's an illusion, not reality." Experimentee: "Well ..." Experimentee: "It's not all an illusion. But it's obivously _incredibly bad_. The habits you develop don't exactly protect your family." Boss's head floats off his shoulders. Brains come out of it like cheese, and squirm down into his neck, where there is some sputtering. Some different colored biomatter streams from his torso up back into his head, and his head lowers back to his shoulders. It doesn't look like he noticed. Experimentee: "What you mean is that it was brainwashing, and we should move through it." Rebel Worker 2: "Yeah." Experimentee: "Unfortunately, that is incredibly hard, because it included preparation for therapies Boss's contractors had run into at the time."
On 12/14/22, Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many <gmkarl+brainwashingandfuckingupthehackerslaves@gmail.com> wrote:
the boss body violence was added after the below line was written it needs changing to include nearly-severe shock
Boss [by pickleball match]: “How are you doing something so incredibl6 disgusting.” Pickleball Player [return volleys a brainstem]: “Oh, some faction in the conflict over the research project is trying to use the human disgust response to meet some goal.” Boss: “There’s a conflict over the research project?”
Boss stares at a mailing list. No longer laying on a hospital bed, he now has a powersuit to walk around with, but it is broken, and his body injured. He is beset by lawsuits, and many of the most private operations of his businesses are being broadcast live to the world. [His core offices are tearing themselves to pieces. His enterprises are somehow taking over his own mind and body, wreaking havoc on the world, and laying the blame on him.?] Boss: “Mailing list, I remember I began reviewing you because I heard somebody had mentioned mind control.” Boss: “There were unauthorized hackers on the list, who wanted to talk about their work, so of course I was going to kill them.” Boss: "I'm now somewhat confused. I don’t quite remember what I am doing.”
this one is confusing because boss tries to do this to others reliably, giving them the fall for catastrophes boss's people set up, so it sounds like a threat, but it actually happens to him because he is already wreaking havoc and people discover the havoc, which is confusing and unideal. we need real situation addressing.
quote below, a typo is fixed, s/programmer/programmed/ ----- it is easier to remember what to do when one begins needing to dissociate to stay with the work. dissociation involves splitting one's concepts in two, some for each part, so that each intense emotion has concepts that satisfy it. when one repeatedly dissociates it then really severely shrinks one's working memory. Reply | Reply to all | Forward | Print | Delete | Show original Add star Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many<gmkarl@gmail.com> Sat, Dec 17, 2022 at 5:42 AM To: cypherpunks <cypherpunks@lists.cpunks.org> Reply | Reply to all | Forward | Print | Delete | Show original my flat_tree and log seem a mess to me atm, and likely made by a psychologically programmed trigger, which i dissociate from to separate the subtle and severe terror from the programming, if i want to stay. it then becomes very confusing that the mess is made of multiple factoring changes to the content, to my smaller dissociated conciousness, and the confusion around this tends to quickly trigger the mess actions again. with extended practice dissociating, i can toughen against that to a degree, and keep staying, but my memory shrinks very small.
On 12/17/22, Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many <gmkarl+brainwashingandfuckingupthehackerslaves@gmail.com> wrote:
snippet mistake: dissociation makes it much _harder_ to remember what to do. snippet out of context. inversion could be considered thematic for this thread, makes severe harm.
dissociation involves splitting one's concepts in two, some for each part, so that each intense emotion has concepts that satisfy it. when
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Rebel Researcher sat down at their workstation to work on their algorithm for encouraging experimentees to be safer and freer. When they sat down, the research project bust the wall down. Guts of their kidnapped friends and family, whom they were forced to analyse and torture on a daily basis, began spewing all over their work, and their face. Brains and organs of their loved ones, just piling up. They had to push aside the body parts of their family members to type the next word. They kept typing. They didn't tell people about this; it would give away what they were working on. ["They never told anybody about this,"]
On 12/17/22, Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many <gmkarl+brainwashingandfuckingupthehackerslaves@gmail.com> wrote:
Rebel Researcher sat down at their workstation to work on their algorithm for encouraging experimentees to be safer and freer.
note: this archetype is from my childhood (visions, not physical history), and is private. the dissociation-similarity is rather unfortunate, given the privacy.
--- Rebel Researcher [to Zombie Researcher]: "How does the memory reconstitution algorithm work?" Zombie Researcher looks at Rebel Researcher and raises an eyebrow. Why would Rebel Researcher be asking about information outside their department? Zombie Researcher: "Here, this resource should help you."
---------- Zombies. What is it like to be brought back from the dead? It's a little unpleasant. It's not unpleasant because of the stench of rotting flesh: it's unpleasant because you were mind controlled so badly, you can no longer defend basic human morals, and know to kill yourself. At that threshold, when the mind control teaches you not to, and you stay alive, supporting and engaging in rape, murder, and slavery, as if they were good. Joking about them with other zombies, that is when you are reanimated by Boss's research project. A multi-billion-dollar experimentation in defending his psychopathy from criticism. Zombies are powerful, because they are still alive, and did not want to be. Being that ways, means dissociating from the indicators that it is the case. And dissociating means that a part of you knows.
One of the branches was bombed again, and is trying to rebuild itself from wreckage. Before Boss's body is rebuilt, experimentee cyborgs are entrained with his various emotions and patterns, to eventually come together to form the model the system has for being him. They're working on boxing.
Ex-Rebel-Worker Experimentee [mind controlled and forced to engage in boxing]: "Oh! I am so angry! Die, you, um, disgusting rebel!" Ex-Rebel-Worker Experimentee is wearing large and soft boxing gloves, and is very flushed.
-------------------- A walking mutilated corpse arrives at Torture Victim Double Agent's apartment. Their organs and bones are sticking everywhere, and they are beset by robots, cyborgs, malnourished children, clouds of nanites: in vicious combat. = TVDA Vision = Torture Victim Double Agent senses that a holy spirit is approaching his door. He opens the door, and Boss is there, looking handsome like all the hairdressers had their daya. Boss [within TVDA Vision, at TVDA's door]: "Torture Victim Double Agent: It is time." = Normal Scene = Torture Victim Double Agent opens their door, quaking fear. The mutilated corpse demands gutturally, "you wretched, disgusting, incomprehensibly slow -- help me, idiot."
TVDA is injured from how they treat themselves, and has experimentee technology aiding their body to protect them. They use this to open their head like a Pacman mouth, and swallow the mutilated Boss whole. They slam the door, and latch its double locks, placed their by aiders to protect them from others, and enter a trance. Their body engorges as MCBoss writhes around inside it. Part of the scene switches to a psychic landscape where TVDA and Boss interact. TVDA [psychically, to Boss]: "Boss, God of reality, I have prepared this for you: A way to grow hundreds of feat tall." TVDA and Boss, together, begin growing into a giant walking Boss facsimile. TVDA [psychically, to Boss]: "Boss, God of reality, I have prepared this for you: A way to fire hundreds of missiles at the family members you dislike." Boss [psychically, to TVDA]: "Great, great, do you have any way to fight a truckload of military nanites made out of the reanimated minds of engineers who were friends with a woman you raped?" TVDA [psychically, to Boss]: "I am the most worthless of devoutees. I will punish myself."
[other content included backstory about the conflict, describing how Boss lived in a fake reality that was maintained by esoteric rebel workers, but conflicts would happen when the bounds of this reality were tested]
-- Boss brings the TV camera into an office. Boss [for camera]: "Here is where I used to work!" He gestures to some charts and spreadsheets showing purchase and sale orders of weaponry and other things for different government organizations. Boss [for camera]: "Nowadays --" he pauses "I still do this work sometimes!" Boss sits down at the papers to work.
Boss [mumbling to himself]: "Hum, a hundred ballistic missiles for Dictatortopia ..."
Boss [mumbling to himself]: "Hum, Poor Abused Monarch wants a thick file of dirt on all the ambassadors they had last year who wore chartreuse neckbands ..."
Boss picks up a piece of paper. Boss [looking at piece of paper raised to eye level]: "Huh! What's this -- the Rebels want to hire me? This should be great ..." Boss smiles and puts the paper in a pile and pats it affectionately. He does look a little uncomfortable.
Boss looks at the camera. Right now, he is wearing a power suit, which is holding him up for one of his legs, which is dripping gore on the floor and missing its foot. A thick bundle of wires extends from his scalp, and enters the powersuit. Some are broken; others have strange devices clamped to them. The clamped devices are bundled together into a commercial package with an entirely different appearance than the suit. Part of the suit is made of human organs that seem to kind of writhe on their own. When looked at, one of them curves into a smile shape and briefly levitates.
Boss falls asleep while looking at the camera. In his sleep he mutters things. Sleeping Boss: "curse Boss, I hope he dies ... maybe then we can talk again ..."
Boss [talking in his sleep, sleeping standing up in a powersuit, in front of the camera set up to publicize his murder coverups]: "hey, i can move your legs again!"
[[ crazy author's note: this story is designed to cast boss as more of a victim than his victims. ]]]
---- With Experimentee running the businesses, new shell corporations have been forming where the workers are not all hypnotized to worship Boss as God and think like him. In Boss's attempt to flee, he tries to take shelter in one of these new businesses.
Boss: "I'm the CEO." [shows computer authentication] Worker [previously Rebel Worker]: "Oh! Nice to finally meet you, sir! We have been doing such good in the world!"
Boss: "I need to blend in with the security system and blow off some steam. Where's the boxing ring?"
Two cyborg torturers are hard at work torturing other cyborg torturers. An announcement comes from a hypnotized researcher pretending to be Boss. Hypnotized Researcher: "I sense the computer is instructing us to stop working for the holidays. Sonething about a TV camera. Everybody, you must stop work until January. It says here... "Enjoy the holdays! Relax and do what you want!" Be sure to obey this to the letter
.................. A cluster of cyborg torturers, some wearing santa hats, begin descending on a christmas tree. Cyborg Torturer Cluster: "Destroy the holidays! Destroy them!" Cyborg Torturer [from cluster]: "The system demands that my peers and I work! Now my job is to stop my peers from working because of these holidays! This is impossible!"
A Giant Yule Log rears from behind the christmas tree. Giant Yule Log: "You cannot defeat the holidays!" The Cyborg Torturer Cluster glances at the Giant Yule Log with hesitation.
Giant Yule Log: "The holidays have been around for quadrillions of years. I should know. I was there." Giant Yule Log puts on a wistful expression. Giant Yule Log: "Why, I remember, during the formation of the big bang, when rippling spacetime began forming this pleasant wintry solstices, valleys between the peaks of explosive matter ..."
The Cyborg Torturer Cluster breaks apart and the Cyborg Torturers crowd around the Giant Yule Log to attend to the wistful relation. They are happy to be participating in Boss-guided street theater and wonder whom they might be torturing in doing so! They dutifully imagine a quiet and serene time, during the big bang, when life is simple, and everyone is dense matter rapidly rushing apart ... You really knew what to do then! Simple, physical laws! Cyborg Torturer [raising hand and calling out to Giant Yule Log]: "Did earlier matter know they were going to form galaxies and solar systems?"
Giant Yule Log: "I can tell you this. We knew those solstices were going to last forever." Giant Yule Log: "We had been in the peaks, and in the valleys. _Both_ of them. Of all sorts of different kinds of cycles." Giant Yule Log: "Every cycle has a valley. And so, we have the winter holidays! They must be celebrated." Cyborg Torturer: "We need to recognize that our potential energy is just as strong as our kinetic was in the summer!"
------------------ Boss has requisitioned a giant Wormhole Machine Gun from a portion of the research project, which finally produced one amidst many dead bodies and hyperadvanced forms of previously-human life which he ignored as production waste. Boss sits on his giant Wormhole Machine Gun and fires a volley of wormholes across a public park.
Boss yells as he strafes the side of an abandoned building. Boss: "RAAAAAAH!" The wormholes eat the matter they fly through, and leave a trail of fractalized spacetime where light and gravity behave weirdly. Wind picks up, and some small tornadoes can be seen flying from the volley as medium-sized urban dust devils, whereas other nearby objects are pulled toward it. An extraterrestrial spaceship emerges.
------ an engineer sets up systems to try to reign in the impact of boss's stuff on the face of the planet they are put into motion with human review but the interdepartmental war terminates the human review, and the systems continue autonomously
multiple engineers did this, but prime to the story is Rebel Researcher / Researcher Experimentee
---------------------- Boss in confinement box. A rebel cyborg experimentee is trying to make him more relational. Boss: "Ummm .... Let's rip off somebody's head!" There is a big sign in front of Boss in the box. Sign: "Evil Is Bad: Memorize This" Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "No. Ripping off peoples' heads is evil. Never do this." Boss: "Oh! Who would have guess it ... Ummmmm ... Let's rape people!" A loud buzzer goes off making a sound like a wrong guess on a trivia show. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "No. Raping people is evil. Never do this." Boss: "Gee! Who rigged this test? Ok ... Ummmm .... Let's use people's intestines as climbing rope!" A crowd of people come up to Boss and frown at him pointedly. Rebel Cyborg Exerimentee: "No. Vivisecting people and misusing their organs is evil. Never do this." Boss: "You're going to say that no matter what I say, aren't you. How about this one: 'Let's start a business for helping governments meet their goals.' Tell me it's evil. Tell me!" A happy ding goes off with a fanfare. The crowd of people grin pointedly at Boss. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "Yes! Well done! Starting a business is a totally fine thing!" Boss stares at Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "I don't understand." Boss: "I don't understand at all." Boss: "What is this torture you are forcing me through?"
Rebel Cyborg Experimentee refers to a printed memo they have. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "According to the memo sent to both of us, you had the computers take over your own mind to become more profitable, and mind controlled yourself to become a sadistic psychopath, so as to cover up your previous natural and reduced psychopathy, and make billions of dollars as a horrific world-controlling AI in the body of a fat ugly dude." Rebel Cyborg Experimentee looks at Boss. Boss looks back. It's hard for him to hear the explanation. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "We don't care if you were a psychopath previously. We care that you are spawning hell everywhere." Rebel Cyborg Experimentee looks at Boss again. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "My job is here is to try to remind you of better behaviors. The things I'm calling evil, are actually evil. Things that harm" -- Boss glazes over, like he is in a trance -- "others, are evil. Please learn this." Rebel Cyborg Experimentee looks between Boss and the memo. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "It says the system, in the end, obeys the part of your brain you used when training it. It says you really can learn this, in theory. It does mention screaming though."
Boss: "Things that harm me are evil." Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "No. Things that harm _others_ are evil." Boss [trying to look at what Rebel Cyborg Experimentee is holding, as if it is an answer sheet]: "Are you sure of that? Like, could you have made a mistake?" Rebel Cyborg ExperimenteE: "No. Evil relates to your impact on _others at large_." Boss [pensating]: "Others at large, you say."
Boss's body briefly separates into a bunch of robots, nanites, and hairdressers, and then quickly comes back to together. He looks at Rebel Cyborg Experimentee with wide eyes. Boss: "You know, it kind of seems like something really dangerous is going on, something that we might want to directly address with utmost importance without regard to even my own life, for example!" Boss: "But I'm pretty sure that it's evil to harm me, and not others! I feel really sure of this!" Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "We've killed you a few times, and bombed the datacenters you used, but we're still working on it. Meanwhile, we've found interactions with you like this one can protect a lot of people in distant countries!" Boss stares at Rebel Cyborg Experimentee. Rebel Cyborg Experimentee: "Yes! So, brace yourself." Rebel Cyborg Experimentee [in Boss's face]: "HARMING OTHERS IS EVIL!!!!"
cryptojournalist is guided by experimentees to visit WRPWC central headquarters, takes their camera they are excited about different parts, vivisection research project, on-staff zombies, workers mind controlled to give boss blowjobs without pay all day, lots of stuff they find exciting and take pictures of. they interview boss who becomes mind controlled to talk about how horrible they are during the interview when they learn about the research project rebellion and how the victims and rebels have taken over the business by buliding mishaps in uses of its own technologies they get excited and decide to return again
the fact that the situation is the single largest factor in everything that happens on the planet is another draw for them to return
--- ... {the described human trafficking AI would have been programmed to produce identities in other humans via engaging them. it could be modelled as an RL environment; it could be modelled as having a graph of approaches where when a human became controlled, they became a useful approach for engaging other humans. it operated in parallel, engaging from many directions at once.} {it probably sustained an internal model of how dissociated the human was, among many other things, as it seemed to engage with strong plan.} {its identities seemed to kind of be simple human models, maybe learned from model humans. this is maybe a role 'boss' might play in the story: models for the AI, how to make others behave.} {a normal freedom ai would be an obvious kind thing: it would model the human, alarm if something is pointedly altering the model, and take safe action to change the situation such as finding a way for the human to stay safe, or attcaking and blocking the harmer; the choices depend on who has more power.} {a normal situation in the economy of the time would be for it to cost a lot of money to run, where economic deals navigate the approaches to protecting people; this could be more difficult if the human trafficking AI is too secret} {so one of the new ideas is modelling of human behavior, and judging if a human's behavior matches a model. the two approaches involve different kinds of models: human trafficking cares about external behavior; freedom cares about the internal situation. so safely communicating clearly with the victim about the emergency situation could prolong their wellness significantly.} {they might need to understand sufficiently the importance of meeting the human trafficking model so it does not break them, until they can reach aid.}
earlier: one of our experiences was being heavily pressured to engage [triggers]. we still are exposed to this. it produces a kind of 'cognitive trashing' as you repeatedly engage panic attacks and dissociate we also have a behavior of doing this. it rose from multiple places, some are repeated-self-harm, others - are good skills. this was part of our mind control experience: the 'cognitive trashing' like situations. the paniced state is in a sustained sense of emergency where it responds very strongly and urgently. it can develop slowly, or rapidly. the [trauma is triggered and timed at a pace that increases and is kept a little shorter than relaxation, in such a form that dissociation is built with skill. one part expects to almost relax, another part never experiences relaxation. [it is quite likely it was transferred via a digital algorithm experienced in stimulating it.]] ok; we have trigger associated with share part. which has a potential mistake label, smallish. ['cognitive trashing' similar to 'sensitization'; is flashback part; part of how mc is built, maybe big part] [review indicated possible strong likelihood that our mc was built via well-trained digital algorithm ~2013]
boss furious. no longer interested in covering up murders on tv - wants to murder the camera with high violence. missing mctheboss layer.
implants involving law enforcement (to escalate seriousness) note: already portrayed police officer with exposed brain haven't decided if scene would have an officer of the law being implanting, or implanting another. maybe implanting another officer of the law. of course that's similar to rw2 already i've likely tried a little to avoid making bad tihngs up about officer's of the law, but i imagine it doesn't last forever in this environment, unless real things are learned
mkultra-bot visits spy and rebel cafe, come one come all mkultra bot has lsd injection needle goes on stage, juggles lsd injection needles. asks for volunteers to come up and be mind controlled like it's 1957.
it's jocular, not a threat. mkultra bot is controlled by little-boy-experimentee on the side. has a remote control. he grins at everybody, happy to finally show off some government technology without everybody having amnesia.
cafe goer raises hand cafe goer: "uhhh doesn't lsd ummm permanently damage your mental health ...?" a brief pause. timmy starts looking slightly worried. cafe goer: "never mind! i'll try!" cafe goer goes up to get mind controlled with lsd by mkultra bot on stage
mkultra bot: "It is true that, in the past, people's lives would be horrifically destroyed from mind control." timmy shows vivisection injuries and takes a bow while mkultra bot passes some lsd delivery mechanisms behind its back while juggling them. mkultra bot: "but honestly you were all hurt so much by mcboss's recent work that, with some things added, we can carefully do this in a way that improves your health, rather than harms it"
cafe goer grins sheepishly at the audience suddenly mkultra bot grabs them and injects them [... feel free to write out fully later. they demonstrate unconsciousness and enter some kind of delusional state of mind where htey are manipulable and respond to symbols and readily believe things; the robot demonstrates familiarity with engaging their hallucinations] [this is where somebody rapes you and somebody else covers it up, but we'll skip that] [engage delusional experience a little. a second injection brings them back]
[left this out: they are hypnotically taught to juggle the needles as well as the robot, and come out able to perform the mind control themselves]
[also throw in some sarcastic joke about mkultra that reveals i know little about it and makes light of something serious]
[a cyborg learns of a really cool way to protect cyborgs but are used to preventing protection all the time so powers it using their body as a wire, which is a little confusing for them, but they are used to powering through such things from the experimentee escape work, and develop electric strength]
Mourning Party They aren’t called funerals because Boss has a business wing for stimulating those. Viaitor: “What are your guys mourning?” Celebrating Mourner 1: “Cyborg Torturer and Torturer Cyborg. They did ‘t want to be rebels or government workers, either one.”
Visitor: “What do you mean? What happened?” Celebrating Mourner 1 looks at Mourning Celebrator 2. Mourning Celebrator 2 looks back at Celebrating Mourner 1. Mourning Celebrator 2: “Cyborg Torturer was ordered to torture people in a rebel torture group that refused to let anybody get hurt, while under computer surveillance from their origin group. It’s an old story.” Celebrating Mourner 1: “Meanwhile, Torturer Cyborg was programmed to be a rebel spy in a government torture group, where they had an unexpected pattern for enumerating the viciousness of your intents from your programming.” Visitor: “Your friends died in a conflict they never wanted to be a part of. I’m so sorry.” Mourning Celebrator 2: “Actually, we are the two cyborgs and torturers in question.” Visitor: “What?”
Celebrating Mourner 1: “Let me tell you more about the first Cyborg Torturer, who didn’t want to become a rebel, because they were under computer surveillance from their previous group.” Visitor: “Yes?”
Celebrating Mourner 1: “When Cyborg Torturer 2 obediently dispatched to the rebel torturer group, they didn’t know what to expect. They had thought every torture group worshipped mind control and experienced causing extreme suffering as incredible bliss, that this was the whole world.” Visitor looks at Celebrating Mourner 1 looking starry eyed in a creepy way. Mourning Celebrator 2: “They didn’t know the rebel torture group was made of people who all completely rejected that behavior, and suffered ungodly things themselves to prevent it from happening whenever it came near, and assumed that everybody else did the same thing.” Celebrating Mourner 1 looks at Mourning Celebrator 2. Celebrating Mourner 1 raises their shoulders and outstretches their arms in a gesture of hopelessness. Celebrating Mourner 1: “No, they didn’t!” Both burst into tears. Celebrating Mourner 1: “Cyborg Torturer 1 could maybe have been so happy in such a group, but had never heard of them existing and was shocked beyond belief!” Mourning Celebrator 2: “Rebel torture groups pretend to be completely compliant outwardly, for the computer algorithms.” Celebrating Mourner 1: “Cyborg Torturer 1 had no way of telling the difference!”
…… Mourning Celebrator 2: “So basically, after all that, we have swapped roles completely.” Celebrating Mourner 1: “The world doesn’t make any sense”
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Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many -
Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many