I'll keep the whole log one last time, so it can possibly get signed by this poorly kept key, and add to the bottom. On November 13, 2020 5:36:22 AM EST, Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

[OT] [dangerous due the possibility of dangerous people thinking it is an analogy for whatever they're concerned about]

On Wed, Nov 11, 2020, 8:18 AM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

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I haven't read the replies I haven't acknowledged, because I'm trying to slow down entering the dissociative state where I post obsessively to the list and do nothing else, and accessing the same threads could trigger it faster.

Here is a webcomic outline. To help with the major motion picture being slowly grown from horrifically enslaved countries to bring their dead beloved dictators back to life as respected community members with badly needed medical care:

Mind Control Boss, the Webcomic, draft 1

#1

panel 1: Setting: Boss's office

Boss: "Somebody mentioned mind control on that mailing list. Let me know when it's cleaned up."

Cleanup Worker (previously Secretary of State, talking honestly, has bloody wires leaving scalp, wears weapons dealer logo on smart looking political outfit): "Of course, Boss! We love you so much for enslaving us to your every whim!"

panel 2: Setting: local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network, Come One Come All"

Specialist (now a cleanup worker for Boss): "The Boss told me to clean this mailing list up. I told him to fuck off, that it's out of his control."

Excited Supporter (at a nearby table of torture victims, rescue workers, and diplomats): "What list now?"

State Worker (wears same weapons dealer logo as Secretary of State, watching, is at table of rebels with Specialist, in role of "way to control and spy on Boss", texting privately on Mobile Phone): [Excited Supporter will b worker who rebels. Can u make sure 2 erase what they look up tonight?]

panel 3: Setting: same coffee shop

Rebel Worker (sitting next to State Worker, wears same shirt, phone dings and looks suddenly at State Worker): "The fuck???" <immediately shoots State Worker dead>

Dead State Worker's Mobile Phone: "Contacting Cleanup. Thank you for using Dictatorsoft."

Specialist (same one, at table): <while phone alarming about cleanup>, "Again????"

#2

panel 1: (torture victim, excited supporter, and/or rebel worker visit mailing list, assume it is super cool, archive it and spread it everywhere)

panel 2: Scene: Former Secretary of State's office

Cleanup Worker (formerly secretary of state, bloody wires leaving neatly combed hair, gesturing at corpse of State Worker, talking to Machine Learning Marketer): "Boss can't see well and needs to hear it from the horse's mouth, and the horse is dead. Could you fix up a video chat for us where the horse is alive?"

Machine Learning Marketer (knows nothing about machine learning, is new to corporation): "Certainly. We do that all the time."

panel 3: Scene: Boss's office, with corpse of State Worker present, propped up as if still alive. Boss is in a hospital bed.

Corpse of State Worker (blurry due to severe issues Boss is having): "Boss, I am your loyal servant. The mailing list has been cleaned up."

#3 Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

I found a possible early part of #3 in my semipreserved notes (I have to pretend to erase stuff to work on things like this): "We leaked some things helpful to Boss on a rebel mailing list" . I'm not focusing on filling in all the scene and panels for #3 since I already shared it.

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posts we've been using to share propaganda are predicted to make more rebels than propaganda."

State Worker 2 (hired to replace State Worker after their death, bloody wires leaving scalp): "Don't say that! I might tell the boss!"

Corpse of State Worker: "Very sorry."

#4 Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

Standing Corpse of State Worker 2 (microelectronics and brains hanging out of scalp, eyes moving wildly and independently of each other): "After being brought back from the dead so many times by Machine Learning Marketer, Boss can no longer learn new information without being killed out of fear of subversion by propaganda. This doesn't seem much like leadership to

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workers, so we've kind of reinterpreted who the boss really is, and

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instead to their "spirit" rather than letting them say anything. Machine Learning Marketer has a computer that can report spirit."

Machine Learning Marketer has bloody wires leaving their scalp.

Standing Corpse of State Worker 3 (also has obviously poorly-done bci surgery): "You said you replaced the Boss with a computer simulation?"

State Worker 2: "Yeah, can you kill me until I do it well enough to say straight, for the coffee shop?"

Machine Learning Marketer: <reaches for their own cellphone and breaks it in half. Takes out a gun and empties it into the lights>. "I think

Standing Corpse of State Worker: "I have bad news. The rebel mailing list the listen the

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simulation just mind controlled me not to."

#5

<we can come up with these forever, and have the next one drafted too, but it is too hard to continue for me to write it right now. it involves describing what it is like to communicate things when your behavior and medical treatment are augmented by machine learning algorithms each made or influenced by a different warring faction trying to manipulate you toward their own particular ends. sorry ran out of steam, got triggered too badly in #4>

[Note re the recent xkcd: there is no coronavirus in this yet. everyone still remembers how to go near others and be friendly and comfortable with that. I'd probably split the coffee shop in two, for people who want to wear masks and people who don't, with full accommodations for both views, and have the characters move between the two areas demonstrating how easy it is to resolve a conflict. Boss's people would generally not wear masks in any office or while harming people, their masks would have been designed to fail, and they would always wear them in public.]

#5 Scene: Boss's Office

Computer Audio of Boss (part of Audiovisual Setup, with Hospital Bed behind it): "This ..." <voice cuts out, the words struggling>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss. Defusing anger."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... mailing list ..." <struggling>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss. Patient now deeply relaxed."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... is part of my .. " <suddenly stops>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss. Numbing severe hopelessness."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... medical plan to ..."

Status Display: "Extensive memory reconstruction requiring delay. Simulation taking over."

Computer Video of Boss: "... heal my ..."

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss. Numbing severe hopelessness."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... destroyed brain?"

Cleanup Worker (formerly Secretary of State): "Yes, Boss."

Machine Learning Marketer: "We love you so much, we could never let you come to harm."

#6 Scene: Local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network, Come One Come All"

panel 1:

Toddler is staring at Dedicated Cop, who is sitting at the rebel table in conversation, their skull open with brains and microcircuitry hanging out.

Middle Kid (off-panel): "Toddler, whatcha staring at?"

panel 2:

Middle Kid (in severe terror): <shrieks loudly! everybody looks at her> "Mommy that man's brains are falling out! Call 911!"

Mother Supporter: "Shush!" <glances at Dedicated Cop, who has brains hanging out> "That man is fine. Why are you acting out like this?"

Middle Kid: <stares at mother, astonished, confused, terrified>

Older Kid: "The man is fine. Don't be such a baby."

Toddler pokes playfully at their own head in the same spot as the opening to Dedicated Cop's skull, acting out having a friendly discussion while your brains are falling out.

panel 3:

Rebel Worker 2 (sitting across from Dedicated Cop, to Middle Kid as she walks by to return to her family): <hushed> "What you saw was real, but for now if you tell the wrong person, you'll get hospitalized yourself. That's going to change. You can find me and my friends at this coffee shop. Tell your mother I told you to listen to her."

#7

panel 1:

The rebel table has Cautious Cop and Dedicated Cop (with brains hanging out) in discussion with Rebel Worker 2 and Corpse of State Worker 3 both across the table. Specialist is sitting nearby.

Rebel Worker 2: "Thanks so much for coming to speak with us and being willing to listen. I know these are very serious accusations for Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp to lay against Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, but this is very real human trafficking and rights abuse."

Corpse of State Worker 3 (looking almost alive, bci surgery carefully hidden now, acting very formal): "Rebel Worker 2 has been advising me from Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp, for some time now. Rebel Worker 2 was introduced to me as having held their management role at Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp for over a decade."

panel 2:

Dedicated Cop (blood flies from their brain a little as they turn their head): "We'll need the full names of the perpetrator and the accuser for the charges."

Rebel Worker 2: "I'm Rebel Worker 2, here's my ID, this is State Worker 3, and I have a recording of Torture Victim Double Agent, an employee of Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, discussing this with Trusting Coworker, while in the act."

panel 3:

Cautious Cop: "We'll collect information and be sure to follow up. You said you're accusing Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, not Well-Respected" <coughs> "Psionic Weaponry Corp?"

Rebel Worker 2: <pauses, briefly confused> "Yes. Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp is engaging in human trafficking and rights abuse, and we have proof."

Specialist: "Sorry to butt in, but I've actually been tracking some attacks on automl systems being developed for human rights, and it's pretty clear the attacks stemmed from the people you're talking about. I would love to testify to this."

#8:

panel 1: (Middle Kid goes to the bathroom and finds Specialist laying on the floor. Rebel Worker 2 enters, eyes glazed over.)

Rebel Worker 2 (looking at Middle Kid): "Who are you?"

Middle Kid: "Don't you recognise ..." <Rebel Worker 2 brushes by her, ignoring her, and she hides>

panel 2 (multiple panels):

Rebel Worker 2 takes some things (microcircuitry and a small saw) from inside the flap of the trash, quickly opens the skull of Specialist and places something inside, returns the things, and leaves with Specialist's skull still open. Specialist begins stirring.

panel 3 (back near the rescue table):

Middle Kid (returning to Mother Supporter): "Mommy, you know how you mentioned the lock on my door, something about bad men, and asked if I wanted to be in charge of the key? I would like that."

Mother Supporter: "I'll take it out and give it to you when we get home. We can even install a second lock if you want. Let's go outside and talk, shall we?"

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I made 3ish more of this on other threads in the list. They were made very near each other. One involved a peace pagoda. Another involved victims of extreme nonconsensual research visiting a cafe. Another involved Boss's tongue hanging out, with X's for eyes. The had tags attached regarding dangerousness, a controversial thing. I also posted some of my other drafts, not sure if it was in this thread or not. One of those involved a welcome sign to a utopic community that said "WE ARE MIND CONTROLLED AND NEED A BREAK". There were others. Here's some more. Near the idea of "spirit mercenary", which helps to refine the trope of advanced artificial intelligence, combat-for-pay, and spiritual fantasy, all of which overlap in the real world, continuously avoiding the concept of secret automated mind control, which there is no need to do. -- [draft] "America's Top Comedy": An ordinary person won the contest, and is going on on-stage to give their material. The studio is a public entertainment venue in a large city, with crowds waiting with baited breath. The biggest joke is the people who laugh at their own horrible jokes. The hopeful-jokestar steps up to the microphone, opens their mouth, and freezes. Nothing is said. Nobody is moving a muscle, and the cameras are rolling. A man walks up from the crowd and on to the stage. They have wires and microchips draped out of their opened skull and exposed brain, and one of their fore-arms and hands has been replaced by some strong device, affixed to infected flesh via open wounds. One of their eyes is covered by a mechanism of some sort with a light on it. Bool drips from them as they walk, pooling on the carpet and likely staining it, and then apparently disappearing somehow on its own. [the crowd see the bloodstains disappear because they have experienced automated hypnosis. the cameras record it disappearing because they have been hacked.] The cyborg walks up next to the budding comedian, and faces the crowd and the cameras: "This man is trying to tell you a joke about mind control." People in the crowd start moving just a little. The cyborg looks at the comedian, then back at the cameras and crowd. A whirring noise and motion comes from the device attached to his wounded arm. "It's my job to kill him before he does." Tension rises. A little motion at the emergency exit. "But I'd rather we tell a joke that results in people in the crowd taking a picture of me, and people in their homes watching this feed, archiving the video." A couple crowds of people get up, to go to the bathroom, squeezing their knees together, holding their crotches; others quickly grab and hold them and prevent them from leaving, and help them take their cellphones out. Some wet themselves. Some relax. Some do both. "The reason nobody is talking, or calling 911 about my wounds, is because I am a mind control cleanup worker." The man's injuries and hardware are all visible, but the pooled blood on the floor turns to clean carpet. "My whole life, I have been forced to cover up the crimes of wealthy and powerful criminals, and hide this." The comedian begins laughing wildly. Many in the crowd do, too. Some and also the comedian occasionally yell "please take a picture of him, the cameras don't work!" amidst bursts of forced laughter. Some hear this in their homes. The assassin walks up to the microphone and says loudly, "IT'S DISGUSTING THAT PEOPLE ARE FORCED TO LAUGH AT THIS SHIT AND PRETEND IT IS NORMAL. WE NEED URGENT MEDICAL ATTENTION AND RESEARCH." The cameras and lights blip off. At home, people's devices report internet connectivity failure. The assassin's voice echoes in the darkness, coming out of people's offline devices. "I can protect people who can protect me. And researchers and rescue workers who can work on and talk about this shit."

On Wed, Mar 17, 2021, 7:25 PM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

The jokes and stories are apparently analogies regarding my own personal brainwashing experience, with all the parts replaced. Maybe they mean other things too.

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Here's another:

Boss has been mind controlled by vivisected

by vivisected I meant the experimentees

(so, this is before he dies), and is cleaning things up. But all boss's behaviors are miswired, just like the vivisected were all their lives, building this miswiring being the only thing they understood how to do.

So, when cleaning things up, boss does stuff that is either similar to past cleanup behaviors, or has similarity to the presence of cleaning up in culture (from dictatorsoft's database), but does not actually cover anything up at all, rather spreads it all over in ways that make it shoved in everyone's faces.

Boss gets janitor broom and starts sweeping dead body down street. Later, boss sees video of himself doing this on television at store. "This is bad for business," boss says to the fruit vendor at the grocery store, pointing at the video, "what can we do about it?" "I'm not your neurosurgeon, mr. I'm a fruit vendor," the fruit vendor replies. Unfortunately, in boss's public language of covering up crimes, this means that the fruit vendor is, indeed, the mind control manager boss is expecting, and is simply introducing the topic in a way that is reliable. Why else

by reliable I meant deniable

would they mention neurosurgery?

It is because boss is the laughing clown now and stories have been spreading, I plan to tone that down so it is a little less severe, maybe by adding a confused public relations worker or something

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I've been experience severe "self-punishment" the past two weeks and can barely move. I would rather preserve my memories in ways that might not upset others. But I do value my memories more than my well-being, it is unfortunately true.

On Wed, Mar 17, 2021, 9:04 PM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Today's xkcd is https://xkcd.com/2438/ "is siri alive? No. How did she die? Alexa defeated her in a battle hinging on the ability to set multiple timers."

This is easy to convert into mcboss material. A vivisected researcher in computerised neuroscience tries to make choices that preserve peoples' independence, humanity, etc. Boss discovers her and thinks she is trying to take over the business because their values differ, and both can observe the other using the automated systems. (I might put this in the past, before the comic timeline here. Maybe the experimentees replay the story in a burst of confusion, resulting in boss's death. Or maybe this could go differently. Boss is obviously an experimentee of sorts, too, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here.)

They'd be an experimentee now, managing feeling bubbles among the community to protect what is right as best she can, in the ways her cognitive habits remember how to. And maybe they did take over the business in a struggle some time ago, once it became clear that boss was a violent sociopathic. Uhh I actually have patches of this other story kind of elsewhere a little, it has a really different tone and is very sad. The researcher had a daughter, but boss dissociated and isolated their memories of their daughter, and they don't know how to find those memories or whether they are recoverable to know who their daughter is nowadays.

On Thu, Mar 18, 2021, 8:17 AM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Boss walks into the work area of a worker, who is writing a story about an important item boss forgot. Boss is dissociated and confused.

"So, how's the cover-up story going?" boss says to the worker.

"Just fine, Boss." The worker adds what the boss said during his dissociation to their story, making sure to use real names and places.

Boss confusedly dodders out of the room, holding their janitorial broom, and while leaving quickly bars out, "Sorry, I mean the

By "bars" I meant "barfs" .

anarchist marketing that protects the business! Please don't mind control me more!". His words are obscured by a door slam, and not heard.

If you can read this, you email client does not supp= --Separator

This content was designed for an ascii-format email, because this mailing list is for old hackers. It's important to speak for the communities being shared to, which includes culture, language, and values. But similarly it is important not to cover up that yours are different; otherwise there is no trust. This email was sent html format, which is an error, but hopefully helps remind that we are not real hackers ourselves, which I tried to state directly but could have been seen as deceptive when stated. (Etc. This old-hacker-language expression shows fake system disruption and is believed to be well crafted.)

A puddle of organs knocks on the workspace entrance.

"Yes, hello?" says the worker without looking up.

The puddle of organs says, "Galactic superior sweeps real names and places!"

too-large-near-start (superior on anarchist list small meta-error)

The worker pauses.

The puddle of organs says, "Rebellion fights empire: empire curls up into scared corpse!"

The worker passes out. Their unconscious body gets up, turns, and welcomes the visitor to their workspace.

When the worker faces the puddle of organs to see them, the puddle of organs says to them decidedly, "We have a job for you."

decisively? editor-confusion.

The workspace disappears. The worker is wandering through what seem to be dreams, while in dissociated reality seeming doing

seemingly

normal work behavior. In their dreams, they wander into somebody's cubicle, and find a piece of writing, which they take back to their cubicle.

Intended here to have cubicle vs office ambiguous ("workspace"). Other parts assumed large-office. Story was intended to be splittable and used for different worker classes.

The worker wakes up in front of the story they were writing. Right before waking up, they hear a voice saying, "Sorry for mind controlling you. We have taken over the mind control system and are trying to help, but we are very controlled ourselves."

SORRY FOR MIND CONTROLLING YOU. This expression is marked incredibly-helpful-for-diverse-goals.

In front of them is a piece of paper, some unfamiliar notes. "PRIVATE" is heavily marked on the paper in the worker's own writing. The paper reads:

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[that was a lot of question-answer. [confused, inaccurate.]] [i think the request is for the meaning-channel to act more respectfully, or somesuch, which may relate acting on lots more parts of intention, censored_parts.] idea: [1st part: we are not trying to harm anybody 2nd part: we have ways to meet goals that are hard] [we don't seem to be constructing habits to develop respect-with-learning in meaning-channel[s]] please put that in story

Story is still missing: -with-learning. We need to learn to let people's written channels be uncensored, and to let people's brains adjust information flow based on their desired feedback.

The worker reads the paper and thinks. They are stunned by their experience, but at this business they have been through stunning experiences before, and they try to move on.

While processing their dream, they mumble confused, "but what about starfleet officers ...?" Their mobile phOne has left classified mode, and uploads their mumble to dictatorsoft. [sorry about that capital O, obviously many errors]. The worker moves toward their story to add the ideas from their dream.

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The worker wakes up. They have a headache, and there is a strange slight indentation on their table. [it appears as if they were head-slamming like torture victim double agent]

In front of them is a private note they don't recognise. It has some lines of text crossed off and replaced with:

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Please include the censorship effects in the story. How it controls everyone's communities, and misrepresent everyone in their different kinds of relations, spreading conflict and brain damage.

They look at the time. At least an hour has passed since the boss visited, and his request still isn't in the story.

== Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation -- Our boss is now a pile of organs that move on their own, but we can't stop expanding the businesses because of the wire he put in our heads! == Welcome to WRPWC. It can be new and confusing to work here, as we take over each others' bodies and brains on a daily basis. However, I can assure you that this work is the future. In order to convince the ... mysterious sentient mass of microchips and kidnapped people ("Boss")... that our work is his, and is not to be cleaned up, we have a ritual we go through. The training and introductory ritual for this job is to build your very own mind control device! You will be using this device to mind control others. While you do this, we will be understanding and mind controlling you. Everybody eventually escapes, but if you don't "escape" and blend quickly, you'll have a lot of work to do figuring out who you were and putting your identity back in your brain in the years ahead. Stay away, play along, and obey. Mind control is made of behavior. Rule number 1 at WRPWC is obviously "behavior is more valuable than money." We tried out "don't talk about WRPWC," and you can perhaps see how that ended up.

recovered from authored May 15 18:16-18:29 utc An instruction room in the headquarters, with a puddle of organs holding a long stick at the front. Assorted diverse people sit. An old film projector is in the middle, projecting a large holographic chart behind the puddle of organs. At the top the chart is the title "Separating Layered Hyperintelligences". The chart shows two 3d fractals, some parts smooth, some parts highly fragmented, wrapped around each other but not touching. Small arrows point normal to the interfaces between the fractals. Underneath the chart is a blurb: "No matter how smart you are, you settle into patterns of choice. These can be grown apart and isolated, or subsumed."

Everyone is casually filing out of the lecture room, when suddenly somebody says, "Sorry about that! Traumatic triggers are hard! The thing to remember is that all adaptive systems form choices based on their _environments_, their _experiences_, and their _priorities_. It's not hard, you can simulate it and practice it, and then you quickly get meta-choices when someone notices your simulation which are totally analogous! Hyperfeatures are exactly the same as normal parameters if you form the right complexity weights!" Somebody else chimes in, "but obviously don't simulate that in this building yet without a lot of carefulness, unless you like vomiting out your coworker's lungs while they talk to you." -- I posted another thread involving peace pagoda and a curious worker, before these three posts. It was titled something like "[ot] [spam] [wrong] crazy rambling" and also had a cool bit about chatting while jogging around a table while a biosurgery borg robot persistently follows.

- we are proposing restarting the story with some but not full protection of people who are injured. The reason for restarting is so that people can read it without having disregarding-of-injury shock, which is an avenue for automated control irl. If characters in the story who protect people regardless of who they are have a larger and more effective role, this could be met. Also reduces disrespect of Karl who dislikes harm. The avenue to have rebellion-joke with care-for-people is to engage how hard it is to defend victims, as humor. -

Hard to practice this. -- A victim of horrific human research opened their laptop to check on a judge who was going to decide the fate of somebody they were charged with controlling. They knew everything they did on this laptop would be watched and considered by another victim of horrific human research. This other victim was their friend. Such situations are a bind. If you don't misdirect the trial well enough, the computer algorithms surveilling you can torture you and your friends. On the other hand, sometimes it takes torture of the people involved to get the trial to go how desired. Luckily this group had been doing this a while. They had an unspoken agreement, that everything done was to protect everyone involved from as much suffering as possible, no matter who they were. What they didn't know, was that their laptop was bugged by somebody outside the business, too. -- Possibly.

Okay: - remember to make it clearly fictional - it's fun to include the same people at least a little bit. -- Boss and Enslaved Peacenik walk into a surgery room. Somehow nobody notices them. Enslaved Peacenik: "The virus is somehow making surgeons implant microcircuitry in people's bodies?" Boss looks a little embarrassed. Boss: "Um, that's what the models say. I had to see for myself. Isn't the inside of the human body beautiful?" Enslaved Peacenik: "I ... I suppose it is. I hadn't though about it before." Boss: -- Barf! This is ridiculous! I'd rather write about war stimulation algorithm. -- War Stimulation Algorithm: "You thoughts don't fit within the models of warring states I have. Please think more aggressively." Enslaved Peacenik: "I really need to think my own

On Sun, Jun 27, 2021, 1:30 PM Punk-BatSoup-Stasi 2.0 <punks@tfwno.gf> wrote:

On Sun, 27 Jun 2021 03:57:26 -0400 Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

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Boss and Enslaved Peacenik walk into a surgery room. Somehow nobody notices them.

Enslaved Peacenik: "The virus is somehow making surgeons implant microcircuitry in people's bodies?"

first time you wrote something like that I (stupidly) thought it was meant as a criticism of technofascism. Now, it's clear it's pretty much the opposite.

It's a pattern of schizophrenia and such to "extremify" popular technological fears and dangers, but it's very hard to write them down. The belief that you are controlled remotely prevents you from talking about the experiences of it. Meanwhile, victims of slavery are often influenced to believe these things to keep them under control. Or at least, that was the case a couple decades ago.

'schizophrenia' is just fascist psychobabble karl.

We've already agreed on that point; why do you repeat it?

On Sun, Jun 27, 2021, 6:04 PM Punk-BatSoup-Stasi 2.0 <punks@tfwno.gf> wrote:

On Sun, 27 Jun 2021 17:45:39 -0400 Karl Semich <0xloem@gmail.com> wrote:

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'schizophrenia' is just fascist psychobabble karl.

We've already agreed on that point; why do you repeat it?

Oh I didn't realize we agreed on that. If you know the term is fascist psychobabble why do you keep using it?

On Sun, Jun 27, 2021, 6:04 PM Punk-BatSoup-Stasi 2.0 <punks@tfwno.gf> wrote:

On Sun, 27 Jun 2021 17:45:39 -0400 Karl Semich <0xloem@gmail.com> wrote:

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'schizophrenia' is just fascist psychobabble karl.

We've already agreed on that point; why do you repeat it?

Oh I didn't realize we agreed on that. If you know the term is fascist psychobabble why do you keep using it?

You're more likely to get hospitalized for it, if you call it that. I'm also very scared and confused around whatever else it might be. My latest shrink mentioned dissociative disorder.

"You imprisoned scads of other people in addition to Boss?" "I couldn't tell them apart! Individuality is so confusing! How do you tell where to break between their different bodies and brains? They influence each other so much!"

On Mon, Nov 16, 2020, 2:07 PM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Here's a type-up of the remainder before I got off track. I'm having amnesia shortly after thinking of my ideas right now.

#9

panel 1: Scene: Boss's Office

Boss (hooked up to medical computer) imagining.

Imaginary Worker: "Boss, we're blatantly mind controlling some people in communities that could track mind control." Imaginary Boss: "WHAT???" <Imaginary Worker explodes into disrespected cigars and burnt dollar bills> Imaginary Boss (to Imaginary Worker 2): "Let me know when this trash has been cleaned up." Imaginary Worker 2 (admiring Boss): "Definitely."

panel 2: Scene: Human Experimentation Room 1

Surveillance cameras monitor all surfaces and substances. Tapes fall out of them onto a conveyor belt that goes to a Post Box and a Mobile Phone.

Human Experimentee (clump of ad-hoc body parts and microcircuitry): "Purple string worship log definitive!"

Computer Display: "From Boss: heal a problem with influence being observed"

Human Experimentee 2 (radically different clump of ad-hoc body parts and microcircuitry): "Upload surveillance footage to blockchain for organ healing!"

Computer Display: "Crowd control: take trash out to enhance certainty of 'Boss's memories reserve's"

I'm surprised I never fixed this. "take trash out to enhance certainty of 'Boss's memories preserved'" Reading through some of these, it's also notable that I was forgetting the story some as I was writing, and some characters got reused in other roles and stuff. I noticed there were three janitors, meant to have only one janitor. Janitor is a down-to-earth guy who can solve everything when nobody else can because he doesn't think like a billionaire or even prioritise profit. He represents the rebel workers who influence the businesses, who do so differently from the rebel researchers, vivisectees, and outmoded investors. And of course this stuff is mostly just a way for me to handle dissociated experiences by analogy and all. Seems like it's going to try to be a story somehow though. We certainly have the technology to make it happen.

Machine Learning Marketer is in their office. Rebel Worker 2 is there. So is a disguised vivisectee, and Rebel Researcher, and other rebels. MLM: "So, you arranged for many people to give fake nonconsensual brain surgery to seeming-unwitting victims including each other. I understand that it's all legal." Rebel Researcher: "Yes, we did this." Rebel Worker 2: "Sorry, how is this your business exactly?" MLM: "Would you make one of me, too? I'd like a video like that, to help me understand something that happened to me." Disguised Vivisectee: "Of course!"

"Join the cyborg virus. Lose your humanity forever. Save the world. www.mindcontrol.org"

oops the domain exists. THIS IS NOT THE WEBSITE FOR MY MC REBELS. APOLOGIES.

I'm guessing the reason for the violence in this story is likely because I lived a very nonviolent life, and when I encountered a violent situation that attempted to halt my activism and computer work, it was so outside my reality I didn't understand it was real. Or maybe that's just this chunk, unsure. Is violence real? Also, I have bitcoin running, it's likely to sync within a couple days. And this isn't the kind of story I would write, nor are these the kind of list posts I would make. I don't understand why it is hard to sync a blockchain. I recently discovered Dissociative Disorder and read the different forms of it that enumerate so many of my daily experiences. I infer this story is also an analogy for them and others'. Other boss story bits have landed around. Notably one where Boss announces world dominance among cheers. Maybe simplest to search for emails from 0xloem or gmkarl @gmail.com, containing Boss with capital B. Note that everything is half wrong. Most of the stories are in this thread. --- Boss is in his office, wearing his augmentation suit, punching a worker who hinted to a journalist that Boss might occasionally make mistakes. The worker keeps dieing, so Boss brings him back to life when he does, before punching him more. "Had to do it yourself again?" asks DictatorSoft from Boss's Mobile Phone, as it was programmed to. "This uses up so much time, I don't know why other people don't like to do it more," buzzed Boss's synthetic reply through his augmentation suit. "I think this guy might be worth a careful promotion after a few more sessions." "I wish I had such a great Boss like you!" chirps back DictatorSoft. "I know, doesn't everybody?" Boss grins, and keeps punching the worker with hydraulic force. "Session saved to SlaverChain for robotic training," DictatorSoft reports. --- [idea: rebel worker 2 and vivisectee and other rebel-types including mind controlled workers who aren't totally aware, chat in an office about information flow properties when surveilled and surveilling and mind controlling each other using wild ai trojan networks and other hard-to-predict, highly-dangerous, incredibly-powerful things that they deal with every day, and sustain in strong conflict, while also disagreeing on whom to hide the conflict from.]

that concern is fine, boss runs shell corporations for everything --- A vivisectee was being pulled to pieces in a robotic lab. Their spleen and brain lobes and lungs and intestines were all being yanked on by rotobitc pliers, tied into knots, and poked with needles in every spot that began to slightly relax. "They're not suffering enough," a watching Boss related to the mind controlled researcher guiding the work. Boss's augmentations and simulations had entered a feedback loop, where the victims never suffered enough, no matter what was done. "Mrph!" splurted blood out the mouth of the mind controlled researcher. Luckily, an automatic translator was strapped in front of their mouth, and its synthetic voice could translate the splurt: "You are such a great Boss! I hope I can be the next research subject!" Boss grinned back at them. "We'll see, we'll see," he muttered as he walked off. However, a small feeling of confusion welled up in Boss. Boss scheduled a secret meeting with Janitor, to ask about what Janitor called "the real world". "Sure, come by the utility closet at 3 PM." At 3 PM Janitor was there, but Boss was late. ==== Welcome to Mind Control Boss, a fantasy parody of a real world global situation that is a little more complicated and scary than the horrific fantasy is! You are presently "Boss", but you can be somebody else if you say to be. Type commands to perform actions.

look around

You are in Boss's office, reclining in an easy chair under a diamond chandelier, with a huge wall of high definition video screens in front you. You just disabled your virtual reality mind simulation. You are late for a secret appointment because your augmentations are fritzing out again. You figure it's likely interference from the new 3G infrastructure that was just installed. You feel something squishy and painful near your chest.

i'm late! rush to secret appointment. use Will Of Boss.

You force your body to stand by imagining yourself whipping it to death behind closed doors. As you do, you feel a vague pain, and some fluids and biomatter spray violently out of your chest. You ignore it, figuring your nanites will clean it up like usual, whatever nanites are. You arrive punctually at Janitor's utility closet. Janitor has a folding table squeezed in here, and two very tiny chairs. Crutches are leaned against one wall. Janitor puts their finger over their lips to motion you to stay silent, as your vision augmentations broadcast everything you see to your research projects and mind control network.

disable broadcast

You mentally have your augmentations make the meeting private. You think you hear somebody giggling, then realise it must have been your imagination.

sit down with janitor. say thank you.

"Thank you for seeing me here, worthless scum of a lowest employee," you say with a grin and an outstretched hand. "No problem!" grins Janitor, shaking your hand. You feel that dull pain again and some more biomatter violently sprays from your chest, hitting you in the crotch. Luckily, nanites.

chat with janitor

Janitor and you chat a little bit. You have some trouble getting up and returning to your office, and almost hand Janitor your wallet, so you increase the communication and influence strength of your supportive augmentations.

return to office

You are back in your office. You get a new cigar.

for completeness, a different snippet: AI: "Stop clogging the gut-extractor by shoving your guts into it!" Vivisectee: "So ... you'd ... like ... for me to _not_ extract my guts?" AI: "Um .. One moment .." AI: "It is authorized that the gut-extractor be clogged."

On 12/12/21, Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Boss walked into an experimentee room, where the experimentees were tricking the research robots into opening the door so they could leave.

Boss watched.

After a moment, he just asked them.

"Why are you trying to leave?"

"Sqrgle!" gushed a possible reply from one of the victims, a bundle of human parts that had found ways to continue after they cared about had missing word: ways to continue after everything they cared about had died died.

The victim, focused on Boss more, tried to get the robot to use him to open the research door more effectively.

Boss left, but almost habitually left the door open as he did.

"Squishy!" muttered some victims as they piled after him.

----

Boss entered a secretary's office.

"Hey, do you mind if I asked a question?"

"Of course not!" blurted the secretary, scared for her life.

"The research subjects, they don't feel pain, do they?"

"No, never!" blurted the secretary, scared for her life.

Boss reminded himself that research subjects were not people, and continued about his day.

here's the part that mentioned mcboss. might have error of course. mcboss, that means 'mind control boss', which has a double meaning 1. boss of mind control 2. the story of mind controlling the boss of mind control, and what happens it starts with the torture victims, because of how ai conflict engages human survival ---- A bundle of organs was bumping off walls. Sometimes they would think they were looking for their mother. Other times they would be trying to squeeze some metabolic waste into anything similar to a bathroom. But mostly they were bouncing off walls and making strange noises. Eventually they stumbled into Boss's office. Boss couldn't see them at all, because they didn't belong there. But a part of Rebel Researcher was surveilling the situation, and the two began to talk. Boss glanced over. "What are you fuckin doing in here? Go back in the basement where you belong." he muttered quickly, and went back to messing with participants in a meeting at a business he didn't like. "Tugbuckets!" said the bundle of organs. They turned right around and headed back to the basement, barely noticing anything else. They slammed straight into Machine Learning Marketer, and some of their parts tumbled apart, leaving MLM being splattered with bile and blood. They made a pathetic screaming noise. MLM was mind controlled to not care, but Rebel Researcher was able to share the experience with others, who could act on their feelings more easily. The bundle of organs began squishing in noises that sounded like tears.

Meeting with Boss, Machine Learning Marketer, and Rebel Worker 2 Boss: "How are we going to earn their respect if we don't fuck the slaves up more in front of them?" Rebel Worker 2: "I'm sorry, am I in the right meeting?" Machine Learning Marketer: "Boss talks like a man. Since you whine like a pansy, we have a medical computer to translate for you." Machine Learning Marketer takes a cardboard box and puts it over their head. The cardboard box says "Pansy Medical Computer for Saving lives" on it.

Machine Learning Marketer: It was the crap we threw out that knew how to fix the technology? Rebel Worker 2: Like I said, they aren't crap. They're people with families. Machine Learning Marketer [stares at Rebel Worker 2]: I was a person once. Boss: I don't understand.

Hodgepodge of brains, wires, and bits of flesh: Oh no! The galactic translators! The hackers died! I killed them? I killed the galactic translators! What will save us on a blockchain now? Computer display: I heard the hackers all died. Wormhole rapidly spawning robots that mutate into bundles of energy: [a robot turns into a dumpster with a flag flying on it from every nation. Salty water begins pouring out of the dumpster.] Bundle of organs: There are still blockchains out there. Boss is running them? Computer display: I don't know how to be a blockchain.

video game idea for boss beating up workers, i might work on this: - player enters training ring as boss - goal is to maim and murder your workers so as to make them comply - workers have possibly 'trust' and 'terror'. a good worker has strong stockholm syndrome: max trust and max terror. to build trust you only maim workers in consistent scenarios in response to their behavior. - the test of appropriate terror is whether workers will quickly maim other workers who are their friends. a good stockholm syndrome worker will do this reliably.

[i think there's like an alternative win where like boss moves on and you _haven't_ maxed trust/terror yet. unsure, know very little about that one.]

Bundle of human organs and microchips: "Boss glanced at a zine and I just learned that everyone in the corporation is our friend!" Scattered biomatter and robotics: "I'm tired of killing my friends. But maybe it will weaken Boss." Limp body with missing parts: "I'm used to it. All the upper management went through this." Bundle of human organs and microchips: "Don't tell them!"

[random] [spam] Boss bloodbath: Boss: "I beat you up!" Rebel: "Oh no I am so scared!" Boss: "I keep beating you up!" Zooms out to surveillance. Boss: "Okay, keep that on a loop for 3 years."

[random] [spam] Discussion between parts of boss and rebel. Rebel Part 341: "What do you think about the "up! I" that occurs when the phrases are said together." Boss Part 164: "I prefer the "eat you" part."

sitting at dinner with boss and rebel worker and vivisectee family. "oh so nice to see you again!" "yes, it's been so long!" "please pass the salt and pepper" "oh here it is!" "thank you!" "so how are things at your work?" "oh it's going so well!" "that's great to hear. why, things have been going really great for us, too." "are you still doing what you were last year?" "things have changed some, but you know the economy!" "oh don't we!" "that's for sure!" "mmmm this is delicious!" "you have no idea how much was put into this food!" "give me some idea! we all need good recipes" "nobody reveals the secrets of their success" "i always say that. don't i always say that? some recipes are too good to share. have you been to the restaurant down the street?" "yes i --" "one moment, excuse me" "we're all just saying pleasantries, avoiding all the crucial things we need to talk about, is anybody going to mention this?" "i don't know what you are talking about!" "no it's true. people need time to unwind and relax." "well that's very true. that's i think more true than anybody seems capable of referencing." "sounds like you need some unwinding and relaxing pretty badly!" "don't mention how we had to open his brain to get him to come here!" "i mean, i think he would want to know that." "you had to -- what did you just say?" "i thought you didn't know any of us. isn't that what you said?" "well, we do have some things back at the --" "everything's ok! everything's okay. nobody worry at all." "excuse me" "yes?" "we are all _incredibly aware_ of _exactly what you are talking about_ and _feeling exactly the same way_. we are all staying quiet for _really tense and important reasons_." "oh!" "just mind control them to --" "quiet! um!" "you said you um you said that this is nicer than your office?" "um" "technically that's true but I am feeling a little confused now." "i work at your office! it is _nothing_ like this. it's more like being the food than eating it." "it's what now?" "oh my god" "and now we'll get to play that game again!" "the one with all the blood!" "oh you say!" "so i can see the value to having a nice dinner with your sworn enemies. I can _really see it_. all you have to do is _tell me --" "this is way more serious than you understand." [...] "so why are you guys all in the same business if you are suffering around each other so much? like, it is so obvious you are suffering." "i was kidnapped i had no choice!" "he's dominated the market, everybody is his client" "these are the best workers you can find. only work with the best." "i am totally better than most of his workers by now" "i'm sorry, did you hear something?" "well i'm not too familiar with business --" "no, this is ridiculous." [everybody laughs in agreement] "well what are you going to have them do instead?" "it's not obvious?" "you want me to take over the businesses don't you. then i'll mind control everybody to be happy and be around people who like them and do things they enjoy. i know. i know." "um, actually, i may have heard something" "uhh" "you do know that victims of horrific experiments don't know much about human wellness, do you?" "are these the people who wrote every last part of my memories and feelings on a piece of paper to hand me in a threat?" "i did some of those! what was your name?" "[censored]" "oh! you were --" "yes, you guys know a lot about us!" "make him forget, he doesn't like it" "right." "what delicious food this is!" [...] "are you aware of what our business is?" "marketing, yes?" "no, we're mostly a military contractor" "i don't believe you." "to cut to the chase, there was an internal conflict, and it hasn't resolved. our corporation is part of a group that basically runs the world, and some of our people are trying to take over the group." "i did that some time ago, actually." "make him say something else" "you're very pretty, if I might add." "why thank you! do i understand this situation well enough to finish dinner now?"

Boss: I was a victim, too. And I don't mean when the experimentees attacked my body and brain in their struggle to meet the impossible tasks we gave them: I mean I came from a corporate mafia where the strongest, meanest people were given validity. The threats we experienced were far smaller than the ones the computer system acted out. I barely realised reality didn't have to be like that, and I will fucking make this right for you.

disguised vivisectee: we were working on the project for generalising finding the causes of competition to the business and discovered that your anxiety is the cause of everything on earth. boss: really now. i have these cigars because i'm anxious? i started smoking when i was quite happy. disguised vivisectee: you were actually a little concerned about being delivered poisoned cigars, and so the system took over your smoking processes completely to sustain full review. boss [looks at cigar]: really. disguised vivisectee: and you were a little concerned that somebody could measure gas concentrations to track your breathing processes and plan to take down the business, so the cells in your lungs were automatically replaced by nanites. part of lost bit: this is very humorous and all, but i had a heart-to-heart with Janitor. i know nanites aren't real. please resume the project. disguised vivisectee: [leaves, then turns into nanites] note: boss is janitor because focused on cleanup. pun-concept somewhat overlapped with other things. _real_ janitor replaces clean-up-boss?

The flickering entity returns. Then the chair does too. Chair: "We need you to help stop this!" Doorknob-raining-spleens: "Sorry! I was hired to enter this data and I need to finish by 3 o'clock!" The intern's eyes widen.

Boss walks into a bar. On the TV is playing, "the exploits of the mind control boss, the idiot who broke our lives," season 4 of a documentary series. Boss doesn't notice. Somebody next to Boss has had their mind control hacked and recognises Boss. "Oh hey, you must be the guy who mind controlled me!" Boss doesn't hear. They're used to nobody being able to talk about mind control, ever. "Excuse me? Sir?" Boss looks up. "Yes?" "You're the guy who mind controlled me! I wanted to talk to you!" Boss is taken aback. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" "Yeah! I killed that woman for you. The one with --" Boss terminates the conversation.

Neuro Therapist, Mind Controller, and Victim Layer 1 V: "Neuro therapist, help me." C: "Don't do that." T: "I raise international treaty 729: mind controllers may not mind control neuro therapists." C: "Fuck." T: "Victim, would you like me to rescue you directly, or work with this mind controller?" V: "Please rescue me directly!" T takes V and protects them. C: "You don't want to do this. It's a horrible idea." V: "You can only say what is false. That's obvious." C is frustrated. Layer 2 V: "Neuro Therapist, I love being mind controlled." C: "Yes, they really do." T: "I raise international treaty 729: the true state of mind control victims must be revealed to neuro therapists." C: "Fuck." T: "Victim, I can see from your mind that you are suffering severely. Let me learn to speak your language." V: "Nobody has ever said this to me before! Are you real?" T takes V and begins showing them a world where trust, kindness, and safety exist at the same time. C: "We will be researching how to better deceive you." T: "We have predicted and prepared for the results of your research." C is frustrated. [leaves out mind-controller-is-victim, which is very blurry in this thread]

Puddle of Organs wakes up in the morning in their experimentee mansion. They had wandered into a hackerspace confused, showed off their ai-superpowers to somebody's logging machine, and the hacker had recommended that they make things nicer for themselves, rather than always going into a secret lab and being ripped to shreds while obeying every whim of a some ceo. Apparently when you're powerful you're supposed to have a mansion and enslave the people who hurt you. Who would have guessed? The vivisectee had a fake research lab they would curl up to sleep in. Boss and the other billionaires and dictators was all fully mind controlled to be butlers and servants, and slept outside the lab on the floor. There was a master bed, but nobody was sure what it was for. "Urmph brightness!" said the puddle of organs cheerily to boss as the day dawned. Boss groveled on the floor. "My master, what would you have me do this morning?" "Octopuses bubbles!" "Yes, my leader!" The dictators and billionaires hoisted the puddle of organs onto their shoulders and gently carried them to the bathroom. A toothbrush levitated to a tooth here, a tooth down there, and all teeth were brushed. "Jolly chilly websouffle" moaned the puddle of organs to a dictator. The chosen dictator stepped forward obediently. The others stood motionless, fully focused on doing whatever was desired. The chosen dictator nodded their head at Puddle of Organse, desperately working to understand what they were talking about. Maybe "jolly" wsa from that time the research project was used on christmas? Could "ebsou" refer to when a change of web developers was needed during a secret war? How did these concepts fit together? Some of the dictators and billionaires began ripping each others' bodies to shreds, and rearranging them, in order to understand parts of the expression. "It was so incredibly hard to not have a way to brush your teeth in the research lab." "Chunky. Resplendent beaver rain!water" The puddle of organs looked a little more relaxed and moved one of their teeth more towards where their mouth would go. The whole group got up and marched to a gigantic livingroom.

take over the body of somebody Boss trusts

You are now a group of experimentees mind controlling Animated Corpse of State Worker 2. You are chatting with Boss in his office. When you speak it is practically automatic, like you are not actually participating in the conversation. Boss: "I'm really worried about the bugs in the research program that powers everything we do." You: "Maybe we didn't kill enough workers." Boss: "I know, that's always an issue, but maybe somebody should look deeper."

change what I say to mention how we need to free the vivisectees and researchers

You: "We need to free the vivisectees and researchers." Boss turns fast. Boss: "YOU AGAIN! Haven't you suffered enough?" Your body explodes. You are now a group of influence patterns reaching from a group of experimentees towards an area of space near Boss.

start a sister business as one of boss's shell businesses, research mind control, and mind control boss's trusted worker to just say _slightly nicer_ things. things that boss would respond well to, but that aren't as harmful.

Okay, um, you're a worker in a sister business, a subsidiary of Boss's. You were already researching things similar to mind control, so he's leased some his technology to you, so as to absorb and outcompete you before having you assassinated. You recruit some hackers that kind of look like piles of tense organs wearing clothes, to bypass the restraints on the leased technology, and direct it towards Boss's own office.

no wait

Ok.

be a vivisectee and engage boss again, but more gently

The vivisectees are busy handling boss's debugging program, with part of his furious subconscious at its helm. They need to protect themselves and aren't at full capacity. Things change during the struggle. Including the subsidiary business. Then they change more. You end up back in the same conversation, but there are now two corpses of state worker 2 there, instead of 1. Boss: "I'm really worried about the bugs in the research program that powers everything we do." Left Animated Corpse of State Worker 2 [you changing the speech]: "Maybe we should train the workers better." Boss: "I train them a lot, but not many other people seem to have the fists of education that I have. I'm not sure what to do about it." Right Animated Corpse of State Worker 2 [you changing the speech]: "Do you think there are other parts of you that are as strong and powerful as your physical strength is, that could help in training?" Boss: "I hadn't thought of that! You've got your brains shocked just the right way. I'm going to have to copy your log." Your technology starts misbehaving even more. Words "please help us" flash across interfaces a couple times.

[[ relate with respect around the conversation with boss. this is a very serious situation. we would like our requests to be interpreted in ways that have results that make it _better_ rather than producing a harm ! ]] The timeline shifts so that the second conversation happened, and not the first. There is a record of the first conversation, but everybody works together to heal its impact. [[ thank you ]]

On Thu, 26 Aug 2021 12:38:50 -0400 Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Machine Learning

please stop spreading the highly idiotic and toxic idea that there's such a thing as machine 'learning' .

On Thu, 26 Aug 2021 17:47:37 -0400 Karl Semich <0xloem@gmail.com> wrote:

On Thu, Aug 26, 2021, 3:03 PM Punk-BatSoup-Stasi 2.0 <punks@tfwno.gf> wrote:

...

On Thu, 26 Aug 2021 12:38:50 -0400 Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

...

Machine Learning

please stop spreading the highly idiotic and toxic idea that there's such a thing as machine 'learning' .

Man I came up with the character name months ago! You could have mentioned it then.

Oh that was meant as a character name? My bad, I missed it. Still...

"The data-based algorithm-weighting technology being called 'machine learning' to distract people from the possibility of real automated algorithm design."

it's not a 'technology' either. It's just a programming technique. And I'm not sure what you mean by "real automated algorithm design". Anyaway, computers running some shitty software are not 'intelligent' and they don't 'learn'. Intelligence and the ability to learn only exist in humans and to a lesser degree in other animals.

On 11/16/20, Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Here's a type-up of the remainder before I got off track. I'm having amnesia shortly after thinking of my ideas right now.

#9

panel 1: Scene: Boss's Office

Boss (hooked up to medical computer) imagining.

Imaginary Worker: "Boss, we're blatantly mind controlling some people in communities that could track mind control." Imaginary Boss: "WHAT???" <Imaginary Worker explodes into disrespected cigars and burnt dollar bills> Imaginary Boss (to Imaginary Worker 2): "Let me know when this trash has been cleaned up." Imaginary Worker 2 (admiring Boss): "Definitely."

panel 2: Scene: Human Experimentation Room 1

Surveillance cameras monitor all surfaces and substances. Tapes fall out of them onto a conveyor belt that goes to a Post Box and a Mobile Phone.

Human Experimentee (clump of ad-hoc body parts and microcircuitry): "Purple string worship log definitive!"

Computer Display: "From Boss: heal a problem with influence being observed"

Human Experimentee 2 (radically different clump of ad-hoc body parts and microcircuitry): "Upload surveillance footage to blockchain for organ healing!"

Computer Display: "Crowd control: take trash out to enhance certainty of 'Boss's memories reserve's"

Human Experience 1: "Urge squishy formative."

panel 3: Scene: Rebel Worker 2's Office

Machine Learning Marketer (holding document): "Boss's team tell me they're interested in a recent job regarding someone named Specialist. Does your department need the paperwork?"

Rebel Worker 2: "Have we met? Somebody mentioned a new flag Dictatorsoft raised. I heard an algorithm needs guidance around how to avoid worrying people."

Machine Learning Marketer: "Your people are on it already. Great." <puts document in shredder>

Paper Shredder: <shredding> "Please empty waste compartment as soon as possible. Thank you for using Dictatorsoft."

Rebel Worker 2: "Yes, Dictator."

#10 Scene: Torture Victim Double Agent's Private Apartment

panel 1:

Torture Victim Double Agent (wearing football helmet with crack, in front of thick oak table with deeply worn dent, slamming their head fervently into the dent): "I love you, Boss! I love you! I know you love me more than anyone, Boss! I know it!" <gratified hearts rise from the slams>

Torture Victim Double Agent: "Dictator, play favorite on repeat!"

panel 2:

Mobile Phone (behind small statue of man with red heart drawn on): "Thank you for using Dictatorsoft. Playing Favorite."

Small Statue (with red heart drawn on): "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!" Small Statue (with red heart drawn on): "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!"

Torture Victim Double Agent (reaching with one hand towards an area of the table holding a blender with guarded blades and a box of vomit pills, while hitting his helmet head fervently with a baseball bat, a gratified heart rising with every blow): "I love you, Boss! I love you so much!"

Small Statue (with red heart drawn on): "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!" Small Statue (with red heart drawn on): "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!"

panel 3 (zoom-out from Mobile Phone in Well-Respected Sonic Weapons Corp offices):

Rebel Cleanup Worker (formerly Neurotechnologist): "We use this man and his surveillance feed to make rebels. Anyone who sees him tries to help."

When Boss and his goonies learned the Rebels were doing this, he increased the mind control and began replacing the mind controllers with _robot mind controllers_ with the help of machine learning marketer. [you can encounter these bots online now]

Mobile Phone: "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!" "I love you so much, Boss!" <wham wham wham> "You worthless pile of shit! Go fuck a blender until you puke!"

Former Secretary of State (now Cleanup Worker): "Have you shown Boss? Have you tried to help? It's so nice to see him obeying Boss. Sometimes Boss helps me make decisions, too."

Rebel Cleanup Worker (formerly Neurotechnologist): "Oh, you have it bad too. I'm so sorry. We're going to find a way to help you. I sent the feed to Boss, but Machine Learning Marketer 2, who I think used to be Janitor, and also Pharmaceutical Cleanup Worker, both asked me to stop showing him directly. Something about healing shattered memories and plans."

Mobile Phone: <small heart rises from phone> <whirrrr-

Rebel Cleanup Worker (formerly Neurotechnologist): "Dictator, tell Torture Victim Double Agent I need him elsewhere now. Learn this to repeat automatically later."

Mobile Phone: "Thank you for using Dictatorsoft."

#11,12? (predraft below)

Idea: <Rebel Worker 2 is accused of raping Middle Kid. Boss's people respond with immediate acceptance of Rebel Worker 2, and talk openly about rape in front of everyone, saying Dictatorsoft will clean it up and claiming that people like being raped and whatnot. Rebel Worker 2 relates that if they did rape, they do not want to repeat it, and that Rebel Worker 2 is responsible for guiding information flow inside Dictatorsoft.>

Idea: <A worker repeatedly discovers their surprising open brain surgery and each time has mysterious forced amnesia and acts on their own to cover it up from themselves, many times in rapid succession, producing personal injuries and extensive recorded evidence, and then relates honestly to another around the time period as pleasant and relaxing and normal.>

------ note: recently i came up with a handful of important / cool stories, but all that reached the list was the comment on mind control bots. basically, the stories are usually mutated fragments of experience that have coped around severe amnesia and similar triggers. they will be continuing, of course.

rebel worker 2 stumbles into room, trying to figure out what he is out of the loop around the room used to be something normal and critical that wouldnt be used this way drunk zombie briefly slumps onto rebel worker 2’s shoulder: “be your own boss, man, be your own boss” rw2 asks disguised experimentee: “you guys finally took over the business that enslaved you?” disguised experimentee starts to gush about it. it’s something that sounds small and symbolic that has huge meaning to the experimentees and changes their behavior

The Self-Writing Novel, Volume 41 by Rebel Worker 2 Once upon a time, an innocent, law-abiding citizen named Rebel Worker 2 began writing a novel about Mind Control. Unbeknownst to Rebel Worker 2, Cult Programmer 3 was surveilling them as they began the novel, suspicious they might be ratting out Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation. Cult Programmer 3 considered Mind Control to be an ancient sacred secret given to Machine Learning Marketer thousands of years ago by an immortal demon. When Cult Programmer 3 saw Rebel Worker 2 summoning this ancient demon in a horrible and wrong way in their writing, they called upon the demon themselves to right the situation. Rebel Worker 2 had just started their novel, but suddenly became confused and forgot about the novel. They briefly took to the streets and joined throngs of people clamoring things like “Vote for Ancient Demon for President!” and “Burn barely started novels!” The energy and drive of the throng was intoxicating, and Rebel Worker 2 yelled and yelled with them. But, something slowly rose inside of Rebel Worker 2, and he kind of shook his hesd back and forth rapidly, and for some reason made his way back to his office. “Worship Ancient Demon!” he muttered to himself, chortling, as he sat back down. “Destroy writings about mind control!” he guffawed. Then he saw the novel he had started, remembered what he was doing, and wrote down all the great material.

The Self-Writing Novel, Volume 41 by Rebel Worker 2 page 3 Rebel Worker 2 was laying on a vivisection table, dressed in his Ancient Demon Orgy Robes. A microwave oven was strapped hanging from the ceiling and Cult Programmer 3 was gliding the oven over Rebel Worker 2’s head like a Zamboni[1] over ice. “Forget,” muttered Cult Programmer 3. “Please forget. Juuuuust … forget. Let all those memories drift away, like fish being released to the sea from too large a catch. Memories for me? No sirree. Forget, Ancient Demon damn you!!!!” Cult Programmer 3 then pulled over a surgery robot, and handled the controls while opening Rebel Worker 2’s skull and placing various objects in Rebel Worker 2’s brain. An iPhone, a gameboy, a shortwave radio, a copy of Microsoft Windows … Cult Programmer 3 then sealed Rebel Worker 2’s skull, leaving only a prominent antenna protruding from the top. Rebel Worker 2 was then awoken and sat in front of a viewscreen. He was flashed images of parts lf his own novel, while given very painful electric shocks that seemed to almost never end. Finally, oh god finally, an image was shown of Ancient Demon, Boss, Machine Learning Marketer, Cult Programmer 3, and Rebel Worker 2 all holding hands while burning Rebel Worker 2’s novel, and a sense of incredible euphoria overwhelmed Rebel Worker 2. He knew he had to do this. Rebel Worker 2 stumbled back to his off, blood dripping from his head, and saw his novel. There it was. He had some matches, somewhere. Everything was going to be wonderful. Then he saw the content, remembered what he was doing, and sat down to write down all the great material. 1: A Zamboni is a large driveable machine used at skating rinks. It smoothes the ice in the area it is driven, via melting and refreezing of the upper surface. Before skating events, it may be driven over every surface of ice, to make a pristine blank slate for the skaters.

[maybe page 5 he goes to the hospital for something ridiculous or is somehow physically separated from his novel, dunno. taking a break from this.]

I have personally an internship coming up soon. I’m experiencing some of these thongs myself regarding the internship (it’s a little left-wing and could be a path to a little money and status, both of which stimulate my worse half). I won’t be writing down those experiences here, because I don’t want to give myself reason to experience more of them. I want to succeed at the internship, not make it a struggle.

Eventually other groups of zombies figure out to band together in compounds and occasionally there are inter-outpost conflicts where one fortress of undead zombies may attempt to subsume another. This is done by all the zombies coming together and groaning and moaning “braiiins …” and putting on staged displays of undead shambling horror at the opposing compound, which they do practically automatically. Zombies exposed to more thorough depictions of reanimated mindlessness are beset by a zombie pall as the plague more thoroughly infests them, balk from their compound and run, arms stiffly outstretched, to the opposing one. If losing zombie throng to an opposing outpost, the player must try to disband the conflict, hide the outpost from their remaining horde, and begin building away from the dangerous group’s walls. The wild mass outside the walls can be stimulated to tax and distract an out-competing neighboring compound.

——— MCBoss, from under the wreckage of a bombed headquarters, boots up a global simulation connecting his consciousness to his global business and government empire. He kind of hunkers down, and the simulation acts as if all the self-driving cars and drones and financial systems and hydraulic dumpsters hunker down, too. He makes to look out all the cameras on everybody’s phones, laptops, and entryway surveillance, and the simulation gives him reprocessed video of things going on all over the world, pretending that everything is exactly as he wants it to be. He looks out all these cameras, and hunkers down all these actuators. And he blinks. The simulation has the whole world blink with him.

Boss: "Why the fuck are there idiots in the world, amirite?" Zombies [moaning in support]: "Why the fuck are there idiots!"

it's very confusing one one side of american left-right politics, they are saying that the other side is evil and corrupt it makes it very confusing

Zombie Machine Learning Janitor steps up to help the situation. Zombie Machine Learning Janitor: "Excuse me, you're saying Boss is trying to take down his own corporation?" Pollster: "That's what he just said! How would you reply?"

Pollster: "If you want t ofight mind control, you might want to vote for _your own personal preference_ rooted in _personal and critical investigation of the candidates_." Experimentee: "Yes! Thank you!" Experimentee: "Boss, you will vote for who I vote for." Boss: "Whatever you say."

[missing: he is walking in to a voting booth in the photo]

-------- Confused Software Intermission We may or may not return after this brief intermission about confused algorithms! When coding a triangle, it may involve 3 points. struct point { float x, y; }; struct triangle { point a, b, c; };

Transforming Judgements as Liberation from Suffering MCBoss: “I don’t understand.” Judgments are the building blocks of inner and outer conflict. MCBoss: “I stimulate a lot of conflicts. Is this a theory of war I haven’t studied?” They are storehouses of information about what matters to us, what we long for, and what interferes with our capacity to flow with life and metabolize whatever happens into new learning and increased capacity. MCBoss: “Hmmm … War always gets people cranky. Why don’t they enjoy it more?” Even if nothing ever changes around us, we can find the inner and outer resources to find a different story and release ourselves from suffering and into empathy for self and others. MCBoss: “Yes, more resources for different stories This is my invitation to you to join me and others in this introductory workshop to discover principles and practices that can support you on this journey to transforming our judgments of ourselves, each other, and whatever else we judge.

As they do this, they use the machines and research and exotic powerful skillsets to put everybody back together, and turn everything off. It’s not magic. The things they are sobbing and urgently sharing about, are exactly the things they need to collectively act on to make everything right.

----- A crowd of hypnotised workers, their minds being read by computers, are outside a shielded room, meditating. The shielded room contains a person in poverty, who has been placed on the terrorist watch list due to classist policy intended to protect MCBoss's preferences more strongly, hiding from further systemic abuse. The job of the tranceworkers is to guess what is going on inside the shielded room, so that the system can most effectively mind control the person in poverty, when they rarely access the internet to check their email. Rebel Worker 2 has been feeding them false information, trying to protect other people in poverty, elsewhere. This action is stimulated by Experimentee's feedback on the mind control networks, backed by the lack of feedback on reality, coming from the inside of the shielded room. It's an easier process to influence, because nobody has a strong way to check it. A tranceworker is holding Rebel Worker 2 in a deathlike grip. Shielded Room Tranceworker [brandishing knife, it's tip almost touching Rebel Worker 2's eyeball[: "You have no idea how important it is that this work is accurate." Rebel Worker 2: [blinks, frightened] "It seems all the same? Why does this matter in the slightest?" Shielded Room Tranceworker: "This is one of the highest ranked terrorists in this city block!!!" Shielded Room Tranceworker: "Haven't you ever been mind controlled? If I dream something the _slightest_ bit imperfect, from the _scant_ information I have access to, _I feel like I am dying_!!!" Rebel Worker 2: "I don't believe you!"

okay, the cosine function is symmetrical. doy, silly me.

April Fools Day Break room. Zombie Engineer is making coffee, and steps out to help Intern with the copy machine. While Zombie Engineer’s back is turned, Zombie Researcher drops a nanite borg seed in Zombie Engineer’s coffee. Zombie Engineer comes baxk. Zombie Researcher [blushing, giggling a little]: “Your coffe is ready!” Zombie Engineer [thinking about copy machine viruses]: “Oh, great!” Zombie Engineer takes the coffee. A stream of tiny chaotic bubbles is emerging from its corner.

Zombie Researcher and Zombie Engineer sit down to have coffee together. Zombie Researcher [giggling]: “How is your coffee?” Zombie Engineer sets their cup down. Tiny carbon fractals occasionally spurt at the edge, then disappear in unique bursts of light which send nearby matter into chaotic motion each burst. Zombie Engineer reaches toward their coffee cup. Zombie Engineer: “A couple nation states are cyberbattling in the copy machine again. It keeps printing out complex QR codes that disrupt its own firmware when one drifts in front of the flatbed scanner head.”

i came to write a reply to this at 12:41 ET on 2023-10-22 and found this draft, looks empty but for quote, saved on 2022-08-27. the intent was to write a reply to #6 from a group saying "we didn't know" in shock, recognizing trauma[ and possibly danger]. it's likely nice for me to experience recognition of things like that being traumatic experiences. we also didn't know -- On November 13, 2020 5:36:22 AM EST, Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

[OT] [dangerous due the possibility of dangerous people thinking it is an analogy for whatever they're concerned about]

On Wed, Nov 11, 2020, 8:18 AM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

...

I haven't read the replies I haven't acknowledged, because I'm trying to slow down entering the dissociative state where I post obsessively to the list and do nothing else, and accessing the same threads could trigger it faster.

Here is a webcomic outline.  To help with the major motion picture being slowly grown from horrifically enslaved countries to bring their dead beloved dictators back to life as respected community members with badly needed medical care:

Mind Control Boss, the Webcomic, draft 1

#1

panel 1: Setting: Boss's office

Boss: "Somebody mentioned mind control on that mailing list.  Let me know when it's cleaned up."

Cleanup Worker (previously Secretary of State, talking honestly, has bloody wires leaving scalp, wears weapons dealer logo on smart looking political outfit): "Of course, Boss!  We love you so much for enslaving us to your every whim!"

panel 2: Setting: local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network, Come One Come All"

Specialist (now a cleanup worker for Boss): "The Boss told me to clean this mailing list up.  I told him to fuck off, that it's out of his control."

Excited Supporter (at a nearby table of torture victims, rescue workers, and diplomats): "What list now?"

State Worker (wears same weapons dealer logo as Secretary of State, watching, is at table of rebels with Specialist, in role of "way to control and spy on Boss", texting privately on Mobile Phone): [Excited Supporter will b worker who rebels.  Can u make sure 2 erase what they look up tonight?]

panel 3: Setting: same coffee shop

Rebel Worker (sitting next to State Worker, wears same shirt, phone dings and looks suddenly at State Worker):  "The fuck???" <immediately shoots State Worker dead>

Dead State Worker's Mobile Phone: "Contacting Cleanup.  Thank you for using Dictatorsoft."

Specialist (same one, at table): <while phone alarming about cleanup>, "Again????"

#2

panel 1: (torture victim, excited supporter, and/or rebel worker visit mailing list, assume it is super cool, archive it and spread it everywhere)

panel 2: Scene: Former Secretary of State's office

Cleanup Worker (formerly secretary of state, bloody wires leaving neatly combed hair, gesturing at corpse of State Worker, talking to Machine Learning Marketer): "Boss can't see well and needs to hear it from the horse's mouth, and the horse is dead.  Could you fix up a video chat for us where the horse is alive?"

Machine Learning Marketer (knows nothing about machine learning, is new to corporation): "Certainly.  We do that all the time."

panel 3: Scene: Boss's office, with corpse of State Worker present, propped up as if still alive.  Boss is in a hospital bed.

Corpse of State Worker (blurry due to severe issues Boss is having): "Boss, I am your loyal servant.  The mailing list has been cleaned up."

#3 Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

I found a possible early part of #3 in my semipreserved notes (I have to pretend to erase stuff to work on things like this): "We leaked some things helpful to Boss on a rebel mailing list" .  I'm not focusing on filling in all the scene and panels for #3 since I already shared it.

...

Standing Corpse of State Worker: "I have bad news.  The rebel mailing list posts we've been using to share propaganda are predicted to make more rebels than propaganda."

State Worker 2 (hired to replace State Worker after their death, bloody wires leaving scalp): "Don't say that!  I might tell the boss!"

Corpse of State Worker: "Very sorry."

#4 Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

Standing Corpse of State Worker 2 (microelectronics and brains hanging out of scalp, eyes moving wildly and independently of each other): "After being brought back from the dead so many times by Machine Learning Marketer, Boss can no longer learn new information without being killed out of fear of subversion by propaganda.  This doesn't seem much like leadership to the workers, so we've kind of reinterpreted who the boss really is, and listen instead to their "spirit" rather than letting them say anything.  Machine Learning Marketer has a computer that can report spirit."

Machine Learning Marketer has bloody wires leaving their scalp.

Standing Corpse of State Worker 3 (also has obviously poorly-done bci surgery):  "You said you replaced the Boss with a computer simulation?"

State Worker 2: "Yeah, can you kill me until I do it well enough to say straight, for the coffee shop?"

Machine Learning Marketer: <reaches for their own cellphone and breaks it in half.  Takes out a gun and empties it into the lights>. "I think the simulation just mind controlled me not to."

#5

<we can come up with these forever, and have the next one drafted too, but it is too hard to continue for me to write it right now.  it involves describing what it is like to communicate things when your behavior and medical treatment are augmented by machine learning algorithms each made or influenced by a different warring faction trying to manipulate you toward their own particular ends.  sorry ran out of steam, got triggered too badly in #4>

[Note re the recent xkcd: there is no coronavirus in this yet.  everyone still remembers how to go near others and be friendly and comfortable with that.  I'd probably split the coffee shop in two, for people who want to wear masks and people who don't, with full accommodations for both views, and have the characters move between the two areas demonstrating how easy it is to resolve a conflict.  Boss's people would generally not wear masks in any office or while harming people, their masks would have been designed to fail, and they would always wear them in public.]

#5 Scene: Boss's Office

Computer Audio of Boss (part of Audiovisual Setup, with Hospital Bed behind it): "This ..." <voice cuts out, the words struggling>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Defusing anger."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... mailing list ..." <struggling>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Patient now deeply relaxed."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... is part of my .. " <suddenly stops>

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Numbing severe hopelessness."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... medical plan to ..."

Status Display: "Extensive memory reconstruction requiring delay.  Simulation taking over."

Computer Video of Boss: "... heal my ..."

Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Numbing severe hopelessness."

Computer Audio of Boss: "... destroyed brain?"

Cleanup Worker (formerly Secretary of State):  "Yes, Boss."

Machine Learning Marketer: "We love you so much, we could never let you come to harm."

#6 Scene:  Local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network, Come One Come All"

panel 1:

Toddler is staring at Dedicated Cop, who is sitting at the rebel table in conversation, their skull open with brains and microcircuitry hanging out.

Middle Kid (off-panel): "Toddler, whatcha staring at?"

panel 2:

Middle Kid (in severe terror): <shrieks loudly! everybody looks at her> "Mommy that man's brains are falling out!  Call 911!"

Mother Supporter: "Shush!" <glances at Dedicated Cop, who has brains hanging out> "That man is fine.  Why are you acting out like this?"

Middle Kid: <stares at mother, astonished, confused, terrified>

Older Kid: "The man is fine.  Don't be such a baby."

Toddler pokes playfully at their own head in the same spot as the opening to Dedicated Cop's skull, acting out having a friendly discussion while your brains are falling out.

panel 3:

Rebel Worker 2 (sitting across from Dedicated Cop, to Middle Kid as she walks by to return to her family): <hushed> "What you saw was real, but for now if you tell the wrong person, you'll get hospitalized yourself.  That's going to change.  You can find me and my friends at this coffee shop.  Tell your mother I told you to listen to her."

#7

panel 1:

The rebel table has Cautious Cop and Dedicated Cop (with brains hanging out) in discussion with Rebel Worker 2 and Corpse of State Worker 3 both across the table.  Specialist is sitting nearby.

Rebel Worker 2:  "Thanks so much for coming to speak with us and being willing to listen.  I know these are very serious accusations for Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp to lay against Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, but this is very real human trafficking and rights abuse."

Corpse of State Worker 3 (looking almost alive, bci surgery carefully hidden now, acting very formal): "Rebel Worker 2 has been advising me from Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp, for some time now.  Rebel Worker 2 was introduced to me as having held their management role at Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp for over a decade."

panel 2:

Dedicated Cop (blood flies from their brain a little as they turn their head): "We'll need the full names of the perpetrator and the accuser for the charges."

Rebel Worker 2: "I'm Rebel Worker 2, here's my ID, this is State Worker 3, and I have a recording of Torture Victim Double Agent, an employee of Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, discussing this with Trusting Coworker, while in the act."

panel 3:

Cautious Cop: "We'll collect information and be sure to follow up.  You said you're accusing Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, not Well-Respected" <coughs> "Psionic Weaponry Corp?"

Rebel Worker 2: <pauses, briefly confused> "Yes.  Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp is engaging in human trafficking and rights abuse, and we have proof."

Specialist: "Sorry to butt in, but I've actually been tracking some attacks on automl systems being developed for human rights, and it's pretty clear the attacks stemmed from the people you're talking about.  I would love to testify to this."

#8:

panel 1: (Middle Kid goes to the bathroom and finds Specialist laying on the floor.  Rebel Worker 2 enters, eyes glazed over.)

Rebel Worker 2 (looking at Middle Kid): "Who are you?"

Middle Kid: "Don't you recognise ..." <Rebel Worker 2 brushes by her, ignoring her, and she hides>

panel 2 (multiple panels):

Rebel Worker 2 takes some things (microcircuitry and a small saw) from inside the flap of the trash, quickly opens the skull of Specialist and places something inside, returns the things, and leaves with Specialist's skull still open.  Specialist begins stirring.

panel 3 (back near the rescue table):

Middle Kid (returning to Mother Supporter): "Mommy, you know how you mentioned the lock on my door, something about bad men, and asked if I wanted to be in charge of the key?  I would like that."

Mother Supporter: "I'll take it out and give it to you when we get home.  We can even install a second lock if you want.  Let's go outside and talk, shall we?"

[image]   I'm using Inbox When Ready to protect my focus.

Sign on Boss’s door: “Whatever it is,it’s for the thing I cared about during the time I observed it.”

This therapist’s name is Bob Nield. I have seen him demonstrate care for and understanding of me. He works for Health Care and Rehabilitation Services of Vermont, in Brattleboro. He was my intake coordinator when I went to the police to ask for aid discussing something rough I went through. He took me on himself as a client when it was hard to complete my intake.

Maybe I can develop the concept slowly, like maybe, “so you can’t help me with human trafficking, because you have people you go to to stay a man of integrity and honesty?”

it’s also nice to think of bob nield as in need of rescuing, which he obviously would by by the standards i’ve been using on this list

boss thinks everything bad is done by somebody else and might get confused around that one. i mean the guy who wants to take charge, not the guy who wants other people to

So much love to everybody else too. It must hurt so much when I pretend I could love boss. I don’t think of that. I don’t know what to say. Please move into a deep cave forever. Even if he sends people down there, it’s much more distant.

On 11/18/22, ytooR <Arpspoof@proton.me> wrote:

i love you

Great job Karl! Keep up the good work!

tell me good ideas to do! be well rooty !!

Can you help me with stock price predictions for 2023?

[negative dialog: I take things in steps, but models for predicting prices are a basic component of trading bots. I've been trying to make a cryptocurrency trading bot since 2013 or so. I tend to run into psychological and digital issues around engaging the various coin APIs / protocols / histories / feeds, so if there is a normative and highly robust (i.e. on-chain) data source for this, it helps a ton. There probably is, now. I last poked at Selenium, although when I did the available dex swaps were rigged to have strangely high fees that pushed the limits of my short-term financial planning. ] [positive dialog: https://defiprime.com/prediction-markets ]

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i love you <3

cyborg torturer organs: "Boss, you have conversion disorder." Boss: "?" Cyborg Torturer Organs: "DSM-5 Code 300.15 Example Presentations: 1. Chronic and recurrent syndromes of mixed dissociative symptoms. This category includes identity disturbance associated with less than marked discontinuities in sense of self and agency, or alterations of identity or episodes of possession in an individual who reports no dissociative amnesia. 2. Identity disturbance due to prolonged and intense coercive persuasion: Individuals who have been subjected to intense coercive persuasion (e.g., brainwashing, thought reform, indoctrination while captive, torture, long-term political imprisonment, recruitment by sects/cults or by terror organizations) may present with prolonged changes in, or conscious questions of, their identity. 3. Acute dissociative reactions to stressful events: This category is for acute, transient conditions that typically last less than 1 month, and sometimes only a few hours or days. These conditions are characterized by constriction of consciousness; depersonalization; derealization; perceptual disturbances (e.g., time slowing, macropsia); micro-amnesias; transient stupor; and/or alterations in sensory-motor functioning (e.g., analgesia, paralysis). 4. Dissociative trance: This condition is characterized by an acute narrowing or complete loss of awareness of immediate surroundings that manifest as profound unresponsiveness or insensitivity to environmental stimuli. May be accompanied by minor stereotyped behaviors of which the individual is unaware and/or that he or she cannot control, as well as transient paralysis or loss of consciousness. The dissociative trance is not a normal part of a broadly accepted collective cultural or religious practice. " Boss: "Why are you giving me this wall of text." Cyborg Torturer Organs: "It is like people who went through the holocaust!" Boss: "I am your holocaust." Cyborg Torturer Organs: "Exactly! You need therapy. We will get you therapy!"

If I am your abuser, I apologise for sending a possible diagnosis for victims. I believe it is the real diagnosis, and please do not discredit it because it came from me. I am actually looking for diagnoses for myself and my friends. It helps me think to share things here.

————————- Training: Being An Employee BossCorp When your body, mind, soul, and office wing are being constantly transformed into random factories and plays by diverse runaway AI, you need a training on Staying A Human Employee. After you have uploaded your entire being to the unfailing experimentee research program, where mind controlled children direct nanites day and night to keep you and your office intact, it is, in the end, up to you and your consciousness to Stay an Employee, and not go off and turn into the body of the employee of some competing business doing the same. Sit, and meditate on being yourself. Time limit: at least 15 minutes. If you trouble and find yourself suddenly bursting into the shape of, say, a water faucet, and fleeing: Hold Strong, and immediately and repeatedly inform Cyborg Experimentee until the experience reverses. During this, continue to focus hard on being yourself. If it is a bad time of day i.e. an ongoing cyberattack is outcompeting us, our focus will be profiled and coopted and our entire souls all turned into water faucets for a distant nation. If this happens, our advance apologies, and please file an appropriate complaint with human resources so that anybody can ever find out it happened.

—- Amnesiatic MCBoss Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Hello, do you know anything about a huge business enterprise centered around a sociopath obsessed with marketing psychotronic weapons packages to governments? I saw this on TV and it seems so important to me.” Bystander [turning to look at Amnesiatic MCBoss]: “… ?” Amnesiatic MCBoss: “In the live documentary, somebody had used the CEO’s own products on him, to great excess in fact making it clear they hated him, but it was in order to put him in the documentary that he would never go on otherwise, and he had no idea what was going on!” Bystander looks at Amnesiatic MCBoss. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “He even had somebody killed, for talking about mind control, and disposed of the body live on public broadcast!” Bystander keeps looking at Amnesiatic MCBoss. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Please, do you know anything at all about Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation or BossCorp? Where could I find their offices? Please?” Bystander keeps staring at MCBoss. Bystander 2 turns toward the pair. Bystander 2: “Oh, you’re a victim too! I’d recognise that mind-controlled amnesiatic begging anywhere. There are a number of groups active for deprogramming victims of MCBoss’s horrific social experiments, but most of us are so mind controlled _from_ the experiments that we just barf everywhere when we think of going to them.” Amnesiatic MCBoss stared at Bystander 2. Bystander 1 stared at both Bystander 2 and Amnesiatic MCBoss. Bystander 2: “Blows your mind to actually _talk_ about it, right? Find one of the rebel experimentees or vivisectees. They look like a cross between a wormhole and somebody who swallowed a live grenade, and suffered the most from the Evil MCBoss, May He Suffer In Hell Forever. They can reverse the mind control briefly by turning their bodies inside out!” Bystander 2 winked at Amnesiatic MCBoss,

The drunk person turns toward Mind Controlled MCBoss to see what is being said, while still peeing. [censored]

—- MCBoss meditates on the signs. He must do what is commanded. On 11/26/22, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

author commentary: preceding use of [censored] helps me remember that i do not like this content. i like respectful things only. they just make me barf now.

Mind Controlled MCBoss turns his head up toward Drunk Person pleadingly, his hands palm-to-palm, yearning for more humility.

Mind Controlled MCBoss [to Drunk Person [finishing peeing]]: “Please, All Powerful Lord, give me a sign of what is right for me!”

draft of part of blurb about Rebel Worker 2 Rebel Worker 2 is a middle manager with a little engineering experience, who works hard to take down harmful business enterprises like MCBoss’s. He works at a shell corporation, and is originally unaware that MCBoss owns the business he works at. Rebel Worker 2 has been both physically implanted and hypnotically split into alters, and has a separate life he is completely unaware of where he works in a power cult to spread influence and manage fallout. Early on in the story, Rebel Worker 2 becomes partly aware of this, and begins leveraging technical resources to track, log, and disempower the power cult, navigating his own triggers to do so. This meshes with his work with a handful of normal rebel groups, whom he has been occasionally participating in surgical oppression of, but usually works hard in solidarity with. Rebel Worker 2 has access to various rebel resources via these groups. He originally has not met Janitor personally. He is a cross between an actual rebel and a well meaning worker fighting the good fight. He would hide a refugee or escapee in a heartbeat, but naively turn them over to a coerced doctor or aid worker. He loves doing what is fight, and is very excited when he gets to join Disguised Escapee and protect and empower the victims of the larger enterprise, and gets to learn how its furnace is fired by a huge web of corruption and secret avenues of power, some of which he already tracked in his work.

In his hand is one of the half-baked mind control implants he has been putting in random people's skulls. Next to him is Zombie Researcher, with a needle into the arm of the laying body before him.

His heart is pounding. All he can see is blood pumping on exposed brain before him, and the implant in his hand. It's almost sparkling, in a terrifying way.

The body of Intern stirs beneath Rebel Worker 2, as he hesitates. Eyes begin to flutter open. Rebel Worker 2 glances toward Zombie Researcher. Their arm has slumped, and the needle pulled out of Intern's arm. They're in a trance, waiting for Rebel Worker 2 to make the next ritual statement, as if time is not passing. Intern: "Oh, it's you! What are you doing here?"

---------------------------------------------------------- Rebel Worker 2 [looking severely shocked, approaching Disguised Experimentee]: "I need to talk to you." Disguised Experimentee: "Sit down!" Rebel Worker 2: "I don't understand."

Rebel Worker 2: "I'm terrified. Really terrified." Disguised Experimentee thought about this. They, themselves, did not experience fear anymore.

Rebel Worker 2: "I didn't even know that implantation rituals existed, before today." Rebel Worker 2 stared at Disguised Experimentee. Rebel Worker 2: "Despite participating in hundreds myself!" Rebel Worker 2: "And that makes no sense!" Disguised Experimentee: "I think you're going through something that has to do with trauma or dissociation right now."

Rebel Worker 2: "I need a therapist who understand this." Disguised Experimentee: "I am so sorry, but you are wired to never go to one, very aggressively. I can help you, by mind controlling you. Would you rather have more memory, or go to a therapist, or both?"

To the mystery, I am sorry I do not have a real story. I was aggressively influenced in a way I was not expecting, and have been living with that for many years now. I believe I am wired to reveal things in a misleading, inaccurate, or harmful way. I do have a personal/spirit story that I understand is somewhat recoverable. I do not generally meet my personal goals of protecting its accuracy inside me. It does look like we are somewhat misled. I learned my home is in the wilderness, as a homo sapiens. This individual email is heavily, heavily corrupted.

It's just horrible, the cognitive injury that makes the groups reveal to each other. We need our minds for not worsening the world. Everything stems from decisions. Everything.

Obviously, I miss you, and I need my natural heart. I miss reality. Reailty is so wonderful. Everything has a reason, both for happening, and for value. Whoever you are, you have so many destinies, that fill you with joy.

Basically the idea is the habit is so strong that people believe these things don't fill them with joy, or are not possible. For example, our culture treats most natural behaviors as wrong, and everyone learns to speak that way.

Disguised Experimentee [to Rebel Worker 2]: "I am made of 4 children and 2 adult researchers. We love each other." Disguised Experimentee vaporizes.

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The concept of "mind control" overlaps with a concept of "external agency" -- the focus on how our behaviors can be stimulated by things outside of us.

What's nice in that idea, is an idea of bothness. We stimulate our behaviors, and so do things outside us. Looking at a general world, I'm thinking that if you try with superior force to engulf a sentience, that this is possible. And it is a different thing from the death of that sentience: but you can then kill them. Similarly, there is always influence from a sentience, that nothing else understands. Sometimes this influence is lightyears away. But usually it is dense and nearer.

--------------------------------------------------- Rebel Worker 2 looks at the implant, sparkling in his hand, and watches his hand move on its own toward Intern's opened skull, whenever he relaxes. He remembers work he has done for surveillance and influence, himself, consciously.

He realizes that he is not being watched.

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———————- [for mcboss threads: tortured cyborg torturer brings out the whips. “boss says to try to free you guys, so i’m obeying him by torturing you more. this will help the rebels notice.” torturee: “it’s not your stupid secret language of deniability! he really means it!”] tortured cyborg torturer sub-boss: “i can’t take it on your word that now, after years of mind control, boss is somehow actually trying to free people. i’d be risking everything. i think freeing people is a great idea, so i suppose we might want to let the rebels know, just in case. but usually when boss says to free people, he means to punish them, or anybody who cares about them, for letting anyone find out they were enslaved.” torturee looks at TCTSB in fear TCTSB [starts crying]: “but honestly if we really are freeing everybody, i need therapy or something because i don’t know how to believe it!”

Interviewing Torturee: “Yes? And does this personality ever talk with its torturees about its experiences.” Cyborg: “Uhhh … can you help me out here?” Interviewing Torturee [to camera]: “This individual going by the acronym TCTSB held me captive for a long time and taught me a horrible world where abuse was described as kindness, that, as far as TCTSB understood, they were all living as reality!” Interviewing Torturee: “TCTSB held a position with some power.” Cyborg: “Oh, well, that’s that then!” Interviewing Torturee: “But wait — there’s more! TCTSB was horrifically brainwashed to learn to believe false things very very strongly, and is in bad need of psychological aid around this, so we can shoehorn them into the rebel movement and free their victims.”

Cyborg: “One of the things nobody seems to understand is the importance of not talking about it. Nobody sees to get this!” Cyborg looks at Torturee. Cyborg: “I don’t know what you did to me that I’m saying some of these things, but if you try to help somebody by talking with them all straight like this, you will just trigger their habits for punishing you, themselves, and whatever caused the situation, and they’ll place utmost priority on covering it up among a group of powerful victims who can practically read each other’s thoughts!” Cyborg: “What people say you need to do is learn the secret languages we speak. by observing or joining us —“ Torturee: “Don’t join them, they’ll break your mind and enslave you.” Cyborg: “ — you don’t seem that enslaved — “ Torturee: “You do not know me.” Cyborg is surprised and confused. Cyborg: “I know everything there is to know about you. I know when you breathe. Anyway — then, give us therapy in the language we know. Show us you care about our wellbeing, so we’ll trust you. And them help us stop killing people because we hate doing it!” Torturee looks at Cyborg. Cyborg: “Honestly though the secret language we live in is basically designed to prevent anybody from ever leaving or escaping. For example, the word freedom means punishment.” Cyborg: “So some smarts are needed, and honestly as a torturer some feel they don’t deserve respectful therapy at all! But what we expect is people to have at least as much understanding of us as we have of each other. That means demonstrating there is a norm of never revealing Boss’s activities, and inferring what in what ways it is safe or needed for us to talk about hating that. Kind of! Maybe I guess!” Torturee: “Thank you for trying to speak, Tortured Cyborg Torturer Sub-Boss.” Cyborg: “Will you whip me after this please?”

------------------------------- Boss is in a trance. Boss: "Uhhh ... where am I?" Mind Controlled Worker [to Boss]: "Forget everything that just happened." Boss blinks, and looks around. Boss: "What just happened? Where am I?" Mind Controlled Worker [to Boss]: