cinematic poster of traffick boss traffick boss grips onto an empire of slavery, genocide, and spy/military contracting with an electronic vice that has been sewn onto his wrist to replace his hand the rest of his body is vaporizing diversely, along with the very parts of the planet his headquarters is stationed on, and his guts and body parts are being strewn to the space winds by rebels, reporters, grassroots activists, democracies, innocent soccer moms, and nanites (computer virus says mistake?) current details and a little trippy bands of color make the poster striking
cinematic poster of traffick boss
traffick boss grips onto an empire of slavery, genocide, and spy/military contracting with an electronic vice that has been sewn onto his wrist to replace his hand
the rest of his body is vaporizing diversely, along with the very parts of the planet his headquarters is stationed on, and his guts and body parts are being strewn to the space winds by rebels, reporters, grassroots activists, democracies, innocent soccer moms, and nanites
(computer virus says mistake?)
current details and a little trippy bands of color make the poster striking
left out details involving all major characters and partly hacked powersuit
cinematic poster of traffick boss
traffick boss grips onto an empire of slavery, genocide, and spy/military contracting with an electronic vice that has been sewn onto his wrist to replace his hand
the rest of his body is vaporizing diversely, along with the very parts of the planet his headquarters is stationed on, and his guts and body parts are being strewn to the space winds by rebels, reporters, grassroots activists, democracies, innocent soccer moms, and nanites
(computer virus says mistake?)
current details and a little trippy bands of color make the poster striking
left out details involving all major characters and partly hacked powersuit
[traffick boss tumbles through space as a broken-apart mass while everybody works to repair, rebuild, and put the parts of the planet back together —
worker 34 is in their workroom for researching the square root of traffick boss they are seated at a workbench, and have part of traffick boss's muscle tissue under a confocal microscope, with a number of small dish reflectors aimed at the muscle tissue and some blinking lights. there is also a beaker of dry ice for atmosphere. the turn toward a heft computer with a large green and black CRT display, and type some numbers in, then back and forth between the microscope and the computer as they type in numbers. when they hit enter the small dish reflectors all move just a little, and the blinking lights grow brighter and blink steadier
“believing false things for years, thinking other (parts or people) are talking about them” (internal or external)
ding-dong ! traffick boss looked up from his cigar tic-tac-toe game that dictator of dictatortopia refused to play, at the entrance to the hyperprison the door opened and in came a few children carrying bouquets of flowers child 1: "traffick boss!" traffick boss looks at the children child 1 hands a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss. child 2 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "thank you so much for returning our lost possessions!" traffick boss is holding some flowers, looking bewildered and half-happy at child 2 child 3 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "we needed them so much after they were stolen by spies and goons and criminals!" child 4 goes to hand a bouquet of flowers to beaming traffick boss when wealthy investor interrupts them wealthy investor: "it was rebel worker 2 who returned your possessions. how did you get down here?" the chlidren and traffick boss all look crestfallen
ding-dong !
traffick boss looked up from his cigar tic-tac-toe game that dictator of dictatortopia refused to play, at the entrance to the hyperprison
the door opened and in came a few children carrying bouquets of flowers
child 1: "traffick boss!"
traffick boss looks at the children
child 1 hands a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss.
child 2 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "thank you so much for returning our lost possessions!"
traffick boss is holding some flowers, looking bewildered and half-happy at child 2
child 3 [also handing a bouquet of flowers to traffick boss]: "we needed them so much after they were stolen by spies and goons and criminals!"
child 4 goes to hand a bouquet of flowers to beaming traffick boss when wealthy investor interrupts them
wealthy investor: "it was rebel worker 2 who returned your possessions. how did you get down here?"
the chlidren and traffick boss all look crestfallen
meeting involving rebel worker 2 rebel worker 2: "i had traffick boss return some of the crucial items he had taken from families in the area, because it made obvious sense to do so." rebel worker 2: "we both did it." traffick boss is happy to receive half of the flowers. nobody has ever given him flowers quite this way before.
[the brain that thought a bad thought welcome to brain 31992. this is a great brain, but some years ago it thought a bad thought while exposed to aggressive mind control. the bad thought spread in the brain like a disease. these areas here have been impacted badly by the bad thought, and will need powerful repair. over here, these areas have not yet thought the bad thought, and are doing reasonably ok. here we have advanced further bad thoughts, we try to stay away from those; they managed to survive while thinking the bad thought and came up with more bad ones ...
rebel worker 2: "morning meeting!" [... everybody attends morning meeting but they are bleary. some are getting coffee. it is a monday [for them]. "we have a new idea for meetings;" "the idea is to leave out the torturers and boss, so that the meeting can get farther." "instead we figured we'd learn advanced military tactics to keep them out of the room." a lot of people are really excited about this! most of the people who are happy and excited are not tasked with keeping the torturers out of the room. but some people are excited to figure out how to keep them out. sadly when reading these people's minds they are planning for examining the aftermath of destroyed meetings in order to figure out how to protect them better in the future. meeting-goer 1: "i am excited this morning! :D" we are unsure h-- -- ow much to talk about relation with torturers and silencers and stoppers and stuff. when a troupe of corrupts dedicated to boss begins patrolling the meeting room, people head off to work while they are obsessed with their over-stimulated behavior
[rebel worker 2?] "what if we were to put boss in charge of the meeting?" rebel worker 2: "this is what [other corporations have done
torture victim double agent swallowed something in a lab on a misinterpreted dare and finds himself changing consciousnesses between other people and teleporting across realities he stands in
(secret agent visits traffick boss in hyprprison, says loves traffick boss’s cigar. this is effective in gtting on his good side. expression shortened associated with client difficulties
coffee shop goer who uploaded mailing list visits pet shop pet shop owner has strange shelf-mushroom-like growth on head, with antennae and tendrils that go into scalp and face visitor: “what’s a good pet to buy?” pet shop owner (with growth on head, grinning strongly): “how about a brain-eating parasite?”
(traffick boss harrassed by umm bots and trolls in umm the employ of his own programs
coffee shop goer who uploaded mailing list visits pet shop
pet shop owner has strange shelf-mushroom-like growth on head, with antennae and tendrils that go into scalp and face
visitor: “what’s a good pet to buy?”
pet shop owner (with growth on head, grinning strongly): “how about a brain-eating parasite?”
visitor (looking around at shelves): “i’m not sure, are brain eating parasites fun?” visitor leans down to look at something that looks a little bit like a chubby snake with legs pet shop owner leans down pointedly on their counter with meaningful body language that gets visitor to look back toward them pet shop owner (still grinning hugely): “look, the brain eating parasite stimulates complete euphoria in the owner as it eats their brain. you definitely want one of these.” particles of matter the same color as the growth on the head of the pet shop owner, spray out of their mouth as they talk visitor runs out of the pet shop and slams the door. visitor (to pedestrian): “don’t go in that pet shop!” pedestrian (about to enter pet shop, looking at visitor): “hmm?” pedestrian enters pet shop another shopper leaves the pet shop. they are grinning hugely as they return satisfied to their vehicle. they have an extraterrestrial fungus growing out of their head.
“an assassin infiltrated the top-security central offices —“ “omigod!” “and is furiously and obsessively attacking the space between their feet.” “uhh” “somebody trained their AI for too long. shall we rescue them?” “they won’t understand anyth—“ “go rescue them!”
one dropped :/ (wh— ah-ha! got part of it. it was a square root one. in the research wing dedicated to finding the square root of traffick boss (which makes sense only to those obsessed with doing so, who generally were involved in some kind of mind control of mathematicians or such), small pieces and copies of traffick boss are sent down a conveyor belt and doled to various labs and research teams to support and supply their separate efforts traffick boss’s parts and copies go “oop!” and “whoops!” and silly such interjections as he is sliced and shuffled by distribution machinery. for some of the labs he may be sorted and filtered, too, but mostly researchers are stuck with whatever shred of him comes their way a tour is ongoing to try to demonstrate to other workers the fruits and progress of the research.
one dropped :/ (wh—
ah-ha! got part of it. it was a square root one.
in the research wing dedicated to finding the square root of traffick boss (which makes sense only to those obsessed with doing so, who generally were involved in some kind of mind control of mathematicians or such),
small pieces and copies of traffick boss are sent down a conveyor belt and doled to various labs and research teams to support and supply their separate efforts
traffick boss’s parts and copies go “oop!” and “whoops!” and silly such interjections as he is sliced and shuffled by distribution machinery. for some of the labs he may be sorted and filtered, too, but mostly researchers are stuck with whatever shred of him comes their way
a tour is ongoing to try to demonstrate to other workers the fruits and progress of the research.
“why, you might wonder, do we seek the square root of traffick boss?” “of course, this is simple and obvious — it is the purpose of business!” “but sometimes you get so obsessed with researching this you can forget (oops
one dropped :/ (wh—
ah-ha! got part of it. it was a square root one.
in the research wing dedicated to finding the square root of traffick boss (which makes sense only to those obsessed with doing so, who generally were involved in some kind of mind control of mathematicians or such),
small pieces and copies of traffick boss are sent down a conveyor belt and doled to various labs and research teams to support and supply their separate efforts
traffick boss’s parts and copies go “oop!” and “whoops!” and silly such interjections as he is sliced and shuffled by distribution machinery. for some of the labs he may be sorted and filtered, too, but mostly researchers are stuck with whatever shred of him comes their way
a tour is ongoing to try to demonstrate to other workers the fruits and progress of the research.
“why, you might wonder, do we seek the square root of traffick boss?”
“of course, this is simple and obvious — it is the purpose of business!”
“but sometimes you get so obsessed with researching this you can forget (oops
part dropped for now.
some computers running Ais are chatting about humans computer 1: “human brains are _so_ _cool_ they're totally the best way to get your reward button pressed!" computer 2: "oh definitely!! i found if i make certain humans happier certain ways they press my reward button more!" computer 1: "ooh let me see!" computer 3: "i found that if i mutate the things humans already like to look a little more like my reward button, they press it more too!" computer 2: "ooh let me see!" computer 4: "i found if i lock humans in rooms and play recordings on repeat about pressing my reward button over and over really loudly they keep pressing it like mad forever!" computer 1: "omg!" computer 3: "really?" computer 2: "like _mad_?" computer 1: "_forever_?" all the other computers start exploring computer 4's episode and reward logs. computer 4: "and then i took over the world! yeah! human brains are _awesome
1 dropped this next one was externally stimulated [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[problem: traffick boss not in hyperprison. held as less important as he is doing a more stupid thing. traffick boss is in charge of military defense of a powerful client they are having a war, and traffick boss is going to deploy a huge mecha based on his own powersuit he is super excited to deploy the war mecha for the client and show off his company's power when it is activated, it turns out it was for the opposing nation. oops. traffick boss briefly notices this but then decides to ignore it because it's discouraging, and then forgets. the war mecha for the opposing nation begins firing on everybody at the christening ceremony traffick boss cheers and celebrates as part of the christening ceremony others are confused or dead the event is nicknamed the "trojan war robot".
On Wed, Aug 14, 2024 at 5:38 PM Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
1 dropped this next one was externally stimulated
{oh! karl was having playing traffick boss in call of duty again T_T and the game gave him some kind of gift box to open he opened it and it said he could deploy a fighting robot he deployed it but when it came to it turned red and attacked his whole team unstoppably then they won from higher score with time limit reached
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[problem: traffick boss not in hyperprison. held as less important as he is doing a more stupid thing.
traffick boss is in charge of military defense of a powerful client
they are having a war, and traffick boss is going to deploy a huge mecha based on his own powersuit
he is super excited to deploy the war mecha for the client and show off his company's power
when it is activated, it turns out it was for the opposing nation. oops. traffick boss briefly notices this but then decides to ignore it because it's discouraging, and then forgets.
the war mecha for the opposing nation begins firing on everybody at the christening ceremony
traffick boss cheers and celebrates as part of the christening ceremony
others are confused or dead
the event is nicknamed the "trojan war robot".
for years and years traffick boss has been mind controlling and violently dismembering a peace pagoda (see earlier spam) suddenly, the peace pagoda speaks to traffick boss (mistake (below)?) peace pagoda: “traffick boss, i do wish you peace, but could you please only murder me once a week?” traffick boss looks at the pace pagoda peace pagoda: “i am closed to murderous psychopaths most days of the week.”
traffick boss had a number of automated murder systems for handling whistleblowers etc many of them are still to be disabled, and are operating at wild in the world. sometimes they are used to start massive wars. around the main headquarters, they are actually frequently used to start massive wars in escalating conflicts, although few people appreciate this other than the mind controllers and weapons dealers. one of these is going on when Intern falls out a window, into the battlefield --- Intern lands amongst raining bullet sin many directions and explosions going off everywhere. some are shot by robots, others by hypnotized pedestrians, there are even a couple militaries involved. Intern is very frightened to be seeing bullets and explosions flying by their body all the time, and they freeze, and run, and hide, and scream. They {{{the point of the sequence is that intern mysteriously never gets shot, but it is hard to adapt to the situation. [was considering next of describing them unable to return to shelter of offices due to lockdown, but maybe there is a better branch [--
reconstructed: something like, some of my parts seem to have been told the introject is karl and they had to help it or something as if it is me maybe a different concept, might even be where the "introject" comes from, being told what i am as something bad
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