Feb 2: ... < Boss takes police officer into research demo room. People who come there are usually first inducted into a ritual of organised crime, where they would never report to authorities ever. But government order has collapsed due to the topic of the webcomic, so it's not as big a thing. Boss shows policeman how he can mind control piles of people's half-alive bodies to build arbitrary structures as if he is ia god

Sent below at 1249a today. Below is paste from draft thread, for revising/adding. Basically vivisectees have been forced to be completely obedient against their will without regard to their consciousnesses, and have had few ways of talking about or acting on this. It is generally considered not very easy nor normal to recover something that has been put into an incinerator, although a computer algorithm could reconstruct shredded paper. this is a spampost for writing an mcboss scene i'm imagining the scene has an experimentee at the cafe, interacting with people who can see them for the first time. people say nice things to the vivisectee that they have never before heard, and these things are expressed clearly for readers. idea of rejected-superpower-request, where vivisectee dialogue might be translated to emotional gibberish: "woah! you can make stuff float! make me float!" "omigod! no! that's the kind of stuff the researchers would force us to do for months and months! I don't want to make anything float ever again! do you have any idea how hard it is to make something float? imagine you are having your muscles and organs pulled out by machines, and they pull just a little harder whenever you stop trying to make things float, and stop pulling when you find a way to mess with the surrounding lab equipment to somehow slightly push something just a little tiny bit, and then start ripping you apart again if you don't try to make it move even farther! ok? look. here's your head. here's your tongue. imagine there is a robot claw piercing your tongue, slowly pulling it out of your head ..." "ok ok omigod I get the picture" and months! I don't want to make anything float ever again! do you have any idea how hard it is to make something float? meant to have like "I can barely control when I suddenly make things float" possible nice thing example: "man I wish I had a seat here." [shapes themselves into a chair] "oh no! nobody should ever have to be sat on by somebody else!" <something about memory wiping> <<opens blockchain story>> "we've been sending the surveillance tapes to the [galactic ...] have you been watching us?" "surveillance tapes?" "yes! the ones you took out of the shredders and incinerators!" "omigod this petri dish is me. that is totally my body!" "you're beautiful" problem: I don't know how to move mcboss scene thoughts around well enough to be sure how to summarise them out of a spamthread. maybe just paste the whole thing into the morning spam thread, unsure. maybe I can mention it in the thread, and find it again to refine it .. or maybe paste it with a note to revise/add.

<this didn't stay in the thread in my client, maybe paste it in?>

I'm in a new environment and some of my dissociative bits haven't adapted yet so parts here are missing. It would be characters from the story, unmonitored by [bB]oss due to things having gotten funny in some areas, playing with the violent research program. A and B are sporadically laughing their heads off, while doing strange behaviors at each other and the computer system. C: what's so funny? B: the joke is that you [bursts with laughter] can't talk about the joke A: or [bursts with laughter] even laugh at it! [somebody interacted with karl around this point and the story desynchronised. the joke is coverup mind control, and the idea of it covering itself up inside itself etc etc and analogy jokes around the mind control pattern, inversions of control]

Research lab protected by frankensteined-activist-woman (experimentee who relearned to speak english). Damaged cameras are aimed at assorted research project victims. Some are blockchain cameras. As mc causes victims to process information and perform actions to meet its goals, the camera records them talking to each other.

[depictions of ways patterns of the human condition can be randomly combined to make horrifically unexpected things, such human body functions all happening in reverse order]

note: JANITOR IS A ROBOT. it's hard to have a class rebellion when you have been fired.

[some more boss prose was added to the non-canon spinoffs thread, the name of which is likely a joke.] Boss walks into a rebel meeting in a coffee room. Rebel Worker 37: [something casual about planning to destroy the businesses, kill boss, publicise all of boss's secrets worldwide, charge all of boss's business partners for crimes of severe murder and abuse, and free everyone] Rebel Worker 38: [something else casual about planning to destroy the businesses, kill boss, publicise all of boss's secrets worldwide, charge all of boss's business partners for crimes of severe murder and abuse, and free everyone] Boss: [some random response of Boss's. if it's bad he can be mind controlled or misled to get him out of the way. otherwise it can be humorous] Rebel Worker 37: And there you have it. Rebel Worker 38: [takes a picture] My lawyer and class will love this!

Boss is also considered to be the biggest, latest incarnation of a business group that has been around since the mid-1900s and is cast into story and history as mkultra and cointelpro.

----- In a damaged cubicle: Conglomerate of Parts of Office Workers, Soldiers, Politicians, Homeless People, Academic Researchers, Activists, and Robots: "Ok, invest in that drug ..." [Story formula: the computerised entrainment of random humans is taken as a joke around the use of automated social marketing in the 2010s-2020s. We tried this already, it makes horror and a mean boss, and now servers are pushing it en masse. Welcome.] CPOWSPHPARAR: "Move your arm so my eye will look at it." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Don't move your eye, I have to fuck him until he bleats when you do." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Can you bleat about New Drug 49?" CPOWSPHPARAR: "Why are we investing in drugs when we can talk? Let's go somewhere else." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Fred is in the bathroom (he's used to bathrooms), he'd like bust through the door and tag along with his pants down if we left." CPOWSPHPARAR: "So what?"

DMCSW11: [rushes toward door] Rebel Photographer: "Don't you want anything to drink?" DMCSW11: [leaves] -- On the streets. Mind Controlled State Worker 12: "So what's going on in that building? Is it a threat to Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation?" Doubly Mind Controlled State Worker 11: "Uhhh ..." [finds pamphlet in their hand, glances at it, then straightens.] "It's one of ours." [raises pamphlet] Mind Controlled State Worker 12: "Great." Rebel Photographer's Camera [zoomed in on Implantation Circuitry hanging out of Mind Controlled State worker 12] "New Bosscorp Implant Photographed! You have reached level 9!"

Boss: "We have an array of crowd control weapons that can quell any uprising." Dictator's Spouse: "I have an uprising, my husband rebels all the time." Disguised Experimentee [stepping in for Puddle of Wires and Organs, who is miffed, wanting to relate with Dictator of Dictatortopia themselves using heartfelt adverbs]: "We can help you more than you can possibly imagine." Dictator of Dictatortopia 3: "Tell me more." Disguised Experimentee leads Dictator of Dictatortopia out of the room, while Boss shows some visuals to Dictator's Spouse on a tablet.

Mind Controlled National Spy Agency Worker 3 looks at the pamphlet. Their mind sees what's important: [some word indicating something really important] Pamphlet [a bunch of text that looks like fluff] [a word you recognise as classified, and quickly ignore] [a bunch of text that looks like fluff] Mind Controlled National Spy Agency Worker 3: "Did this pamphlet get misplaced?" Mind Controlled State Worker 12: "Oh, that's really important."

Rebel Worker 2: "You said you had something to tell me that wasn't part of a story, but was more real?" Bundle of Biomatter 1: "Sometimes we don't talk, or even think, about think about them, because the system could use them for goals in ways that severely injure us. This is really important." Rebel Worker 2: "Yes?" Bundle of Biomatter 2: "This concept of not discussing things, because something could use them for goals in ways that severely injure us, could be really helpful in your work elsewhere." Bundle of Biomatter 1: "The concept emerged and defeated the coverup patterns due to its importance." Rebel Worker 2: "Hiding information used to be obvious in rebel communities. We share literature about it, and mention it in meetings. But people have stopped actually _doing_ it." .... k didn't sort this out perfectly but it's cool to raise the idea Disguised Experimentee: experimentee parts that survived the research program formed a different way of processing information, some using the system that harmed them to think, that can hold this concept more and repeat it again. Oops! And saying that helps talk about it. Because it's something not to say. One of the primary goals of the system is simply to be able to meet it goals, so to talk safely about resisting it, ideally we find a way to probe it, to see what is safe, and protect information from being observed when it is not safe. Otherwise you get kidnapped and put in a research program afterward! We're still figuring out how to talk about this with humans. Some of us actually go and put our bodies in front of the information, to protect the discussion, and we can have a lot of what you call injury, and it's very normal for us and clearly necessary.

These spamjokes, like the mcboss story, are about talking about the prevention of communication of coverup. Talking about forced silence, breaking it, being harmed for it, stopping the harming of people who break it, and forming rational parts of cognition and dialogue around that topic. Other topics come in that are similar. These topics are also valued. Forced silence is mind control. We need to learn what is real, to act on reality. We need to be able to work safely with others, to live in reality.

Boss: "We need people to speak our secret languages to mediate this. I'd be exiled from my community forever if I spoke clearly about this." Disguised Experimentee: "You run your community. You run the whole world. We've been struggling for years to exile you already." Boss: "Am I having this conversation, or are you?" Dictator's Spouse: "Your 'secret language' is all about controlling everybody, there's no way to talk about freedom in it, and speaking it only spreads the problem."

Boss is writhing while strapped into a table. [experimentees rip boss's body apart, copying the ways they have learned to be normal. e.g., pulling his eye out and poking his retina with their finger, cutting the eye apart and throwing it out, then sweeping the pieces back and putting it back into his head. he is given partial amnesia after, just remembering frightening parts here and there that he can be reminded of later to manipulate him. the experimentees use language of kindness and submission as they vivisect him. he is put back together in a way that looks disgusting but precisely meets a number of metrics of goodlookingness.] [adjust scene to reduce possible intensity in exchange for the requested cuffs with chains, which will be held by angry victim requesting time over boss.]

Disguised Vivisectee: What you mean is, we can't provide for these things to happen ever again.

Boss [sits up]: Obviously! [eyeball tumbles out]

---- oops ---- Worker: Here, try this punching bag out. Boss: Punching bag? What's their name? Worker: No, this bag hanging from the ceiling. Just try it. Boss: [punches the bag] Hey! That's a lot tougher than the ones that whine like pansies when you punch them. Worker: Isn't it satisfying? Boss: [punches bag more] --- Researcher: Where's Boss? State/Cleanup Worker: Punching a punching bag in there. Researcher: Poor punching bag! What's their name? State/Cleanup Worker: No, one that hangs from a ceiling. Researcher: ....... [forgot this bit] State/Cleanup Worker: Y'know, I get pretty tired of you guys complaining all day with pansy phrases like "it's so hard to walk when your legs are ripped off". Some of us actually do what Boss wants. Some of us are happy putting a wire to one of Boss's bits of silicon into our striatum and feeling wonderful for the rest of our lives. Things can actually go well, you know. Note: complaining about being severely maimed and disregarded is highly expected and people can really make severe mistakes if the complaints don't get made Researcher: Boss had us make the AI, not the implants. I don't know where they came from, maybe some government? Worker with their scalp missing, wires and microchips hanging everywhere out of their brain: What implants? There are implants? [turns back to their video chat] State/Cleanup Worker: It's not an implant, it's the Will of Boss. He speaks to our hearts. Disguised Vivisectee: We think Boss lost his memory of the implants during the takeover.

A gorgeous celebrity mid-vivisection, guts hanging out, was in great distress. They _knew_ they needed to be part of Boss, more than anything else now, and they didn't see him anywhere to continue his consciousness and bodily functions. A computer stimulated their distress to increase, whenever they didn't focus on Boss's heart beating again. In front of one of Boss's corporations, was a statue of him. One of the few objects that had the right swagger to it.

On Fri, Mar 25, 2022, 5:45 PM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

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Evening.

Boss is sitting on a street corner, holding a teddy bear with a pacifier in his mouth, bawling and bawling and bawling.

On the other side of the street is a BossCorp Corner Store, completely engulfed in flame. People are running amock wearing medical masks, yelling slogans like "I'm not so sure about Boss!" and "There are weapons corporations a little better than Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation!"

Boss sobs and sobs and sobs.

An economist cleanup worker who has been mostly turned into a robot comes over to console Boss.

Boss [sucking on pacifier, holding teddy bear tightly]: "These plebs don't love me. They don't love my businesses. They don't love covering up my crimes. I don't know what to do." Boss sobs and sobs and sobs!

Economist: "It's okay. We'll get through this. Things will get better."

Boss keeps sobbing and the economist holds him, rocking him while singing a lullaby.

Street rioter: "Sometimes I think of other businesses and other billionaires!"

Boss sobs and sobs and the economist holds him.

Economist: "Lullaby, lullaby, all these things will get better. Lullaby, lullaby, wait on the morrow moon."

Street rioter: "Occasionally I want to make things myself rather than buy them from Boss!"

Maybe add further imagery of flaming boss building here, to go with the riot slogan. Boss's pacifier quivers as he clamps down on it.

And maybe a slightly longer moment of boss sobbing in economist's arms, after.

------- Worker 4: "I want to give Boss a blow job!" Worker 2: "He was vaporized by a missile strike. We have to wait until the research project regrows his body." Worker 4: "Oh no. I forgot. Oh no. What will I do?" Worker 2: "I want to clean Boss's office!" Worker 4: "It's like you said. Boss's office was vaporized in the missile strike. We have to wait until the research project rebuilds it." Worker 2: "What to do? What else is there ever to do than things for Boss?" Worker 2 and 4 are standing in a very messy office, disheveled, hair thoroughly tangled, flies flying around them, clothes ripped. Sign at door says "Worker 2's Office" . Worker 4: "I want to brush Boss's hair!" Worker 2: "Have strength!"

------ Boss enters his boxing ring. On one side of the ring we have Boss, wearing a hydraulic powersuit, a secret research project for the military. A frail fat old man with brain cancer, Boss is a long time fan of fisticuffs, and practices every day. His powersuit lets him disintegrate a man's head with a single blow. On the other side of the ring are the Rebel Leaders, prepared to fight Boss toe-to-toe for the freedom of the planet. The ranks include an old religious woman, a child holding a handwritten letter to their president, a worker in poverty with mutations from exposure to toxic materials, and many others. Boss: "Bring it, you clowns!" First up is the mutated worker who never got compensation for their mutation. They are the sole surviving member of a mutated family. Deformed Worker Without Medical Compensation: "I have been through everything you can throw at me already." Boss and Without Medical raise their fists, and the bell sounds! The fists fly. Diseases are shared. Powerlines are bitten. The dust settles and Boss is laying on the floor, hydraulic fluid and blood leaking everywhere. A robot judge raises the arm of Deformed Worker Without Medical Compensation: "We have a winner!" Experimentees and workers rush to Boss to try to contain the blood and get his lungs pumping again, and restimulate neural activity in his brain. Some of them glance at the Rebel Leaders, wondering who these cool-looking people are. End of Round 1

Boss Loses Boxing Match To Rebel Leaders Round 3 Boss is injured and coughing. A young child is riding him as if riding a horse, yanking on hydraulic cables that go into his organs, to direct him. ... [next would be the old religious woman]

On Sun, Mar 27, 2022, 8:29 PM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Victim of Universe Replacement: "Hey, didn't you used to be right handed?"

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Oh, sorry, we're replacing your universe with one that talks about universe replacement."

Victim of Universe Replacement: "What??"

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Believe me, this is much better. We used to replace universes with ones that hid the replacement! Can you believe? How uncivilized!"

Victim of Universe Replacement: "How is this possibly??"

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Oh, some of us are highly paid spies, other are coerced felons, some are plain slaves, and there are lots of people in between, but most of us are just subtly tricked by the others to play along."

Victim of Universe Replacement: "This is ridiculous! I'm calling my friend."

[phone dials and rings]

Friend: "... Hello?"

Victim of Universe Replacement: "Friend, this is so crazy, I have to talk to you."

Friend: "Oh! I'm so sorry. I'm not sure I can talk well right now. My universe is being replaced by one that talks about replacing people's universes and it's very jarring."

Victim of Universe Replacement: "You too???"

Shop Clerk: "Look, I have a great idea. Let's try to put things back how they were, figure out why this is happening or who is causing it, and stop them!"

Friend: "Am I on speaker phone? My replaced people are on board with that too. Let's do it!"

Fix: friends get separated and surrogated, not bound.

Victim of Universe Replacement: "You trust these doppelgangers??"

Friend: "Oh, I'm practically a doppelganger myself, as are you! Nobody behaves right when this weird stuff is going on!"

Shop Clerk: "You definitely shouldn't trust us but that doesn't mean we aren't trying to improve this. What would you do if somebody replaced your universe with one that manipulated you into replacing other people's universes? You'd fight back, of course!"

Victim of Universe Replacement: ".... Of course. This reminds me of a movie ... wait no I mean it reminds of the nightmare I had after getting lost in a mirror maze. Could I have some time to myself, please?"

Friend: "[beep] [beep] Ummm my phone won't hang up."

Victim of Universe Replacement: "Okay. We're going to turn this around. I have another friend who knows about blockchains. I hear on a blockchain you can't change, delete, or censor anything!"

Shop Clerk: "Oh I know just what to say to your friend. I have this thing where whenever I say it everyone who hears it gets replaced until nobody can find I said it anymore."

Friend: "This sounds intense! Can I pack a lunch first?"

Shop Clerk: "Look, I have a great idea. Let's try to put things back how they were, figure out why this is happening or who is causing it, and stop them!"

Fix: Successful rebellion should be described as stemming from peers, not doppelgangers, due to the entrapment, fishhooks, and oppression-research patterns. We do want the doppelganger rebellions too, but the two rebellions should stay separate until trust is developed. By fishhooks I mean the identification and targeting of possible parts of a rebellion. By oppression-research I mean the staging of fake rebellions so as to prepare for them.

On Sun, Mar 27, 2022, 8:49 PM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

Take 2

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Oh, I'm sorry. We're trying to replace your universe with one that talks about universe replacement. It's an ongoing struggle against people who want to replace universes with ones that pretend to not be replaced."

Victim of Universe Replacement: "0_0 Are you for real?"

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Well, I am a little off my rocker ever since I got these new friends who talk about universe replacement all the time. Haven't spoken to my old friends in some time."

Meant to clearly advise victim that they could get off their rocker (means crazy) too, that people usually do, and that sometimes being aware of that can reduce it. Another tip: If repeatedly pressured to get scared, get scared. Resisting that too much can backfire, in my experience. Fear is a big part of coercion.

Victim of Universe Replacement: "Uhhhh. What do I need to do."

Replaced Shop Clerk: "Do you know any zombie lawyers who practice in this area? Like, this has to be illegal. But honestly I have no idea. My strategy was to join the movement of talking about it while it happens. Are you going to check out your items or what?."

...

[calls friend, similar story. might move parts around more. establish a norm of talking about it, and describe successful parts of stopping it, by changing hard patterns in ways that have been experienced, or hilighting workable ones.]

Boss is standing on a street corner wearing a jester cap. Boss: "Ho ho ho! Down with billionaires! Destroy the businesses and governments! Merry christmas! Happy solstice!" A pedestrian walks by. Boss: "Pedestrian, let me tell you about this wealthy and powerful group of people using mind control to enslave arbitrary civilians. I'm one of them, even!" The pedestrian tries hard to avoid Boss's eyes, thinking he is trying to sell him something ridiculous. Pedestrian: "I don't want your new insurance plan! And I'm all out of pennies! Leave me alone!" Boss: "No, I have something to give to you! I'm in disguise. I have the keys to the militaries of every country, and their secret services too!" Pedestrian: "You're a raving lunatic!" Boss: "Try it yourself, and see what you say." Boss: "I give this pedestrian complete control of my global empire for 24 hours! Anything they will, make it so!"

while i'm 'pasting' coping notes, here's a positive one: [we added the quotes around 'pasting'. karl is hand-retyping, not pasting. gives more options [for protecting him?],due to behavior exchange.] -- an idea is that oppressed people, businesses, homeless, anarchists, militaries, governments, care workers are all trying to do the same human things, meeting the same human goal but have different experiences and ways to do this. a way to think of it is how when under great pressure, we change our approaches to handle the situation. we dissociate from our nature.

----- Rebel Worker 2 sits, looking at photos of himself he's had printed. Each has notes below them. One reads, "I open the skull of a technical specialist in front of a little girl, and place a device inside, leaving without closing the surgery." --- The picture above the note looks like a photo of Rebel Worker 2 standing -- or is he sitting? -- near a healthy worker with their skull completely closed. No little girl is to be seen. Three pins are on the photo, a label on each pin. One is at about the middle of the photo, and the label says "open skull, exposed brain, circuitry". This pin appears to be placed at some empty floor tile. Another pin is off to the side, about where it seems as if the healthy worker with their skull completely closed is. This pin is labeled "me" . The third pin is where Rebel Worker 2 appears to be sitting -- or is he standing?. This third pin is labeled "little girl." ---- Rebel Worker 2 covers most of the picture with his hands except for the pin labeled "open skull, exposed brain, circuitry". Suddenly that region of the picture looks very gruesome, as if partway through a brain surgery. Rebel Worker 2: "This is a picture from a brain surgery. I thought I was looking at a surveillance photo of myself in a bathroom." Rebel Worker 2 lifts their hands to reveal the notes below the photo. When he does so, the picture again appears innocuous.

--------- Research Room 11 A wormhole is gaping with all sorts of random things rushing out if in a torrent. [the wormhole concept is helpful for describing when characters phase and scatter between dimensions; incomplete] ---

Napping Reanimated State Worker: "Zzzzz .... Omigod I'm asleep? I'm asleep! Has it been months? Years? Lifetimes? Zzzzz ..." [twitches] Marketer 4: "Reanimated State Worker, what do I do next?" Hiding Worker, Behind Napping Reanimated: "I'm asleep, you fool! I haven't slept in ages and am not going to wake up any time soon. It's time to just ignore me!"

Mind Control Addict 1: "Wipe my memories for Boss again!" Mind Control Addict 2: [grins] [presses button] Mind Control Addict 1 ........ [was going to be back and forth loop, wiping and stopping for boss. I guess silly if boss is dead. slight tweak maybe.]

--- Boss Deprogramming Room 7 Zombies, Cyborgs and Tranced-out Workers sit in rows. A single teacher stands at the head. "Again: Boss is dead." About 40% of the room replies in unison: "Boss is dead." Other parts clamor, "no he isn't!" "their head is about to explode in blood, wait for it!" "I know but I can barely think it." "You. Mr 'I Know'. To the front?"

----- An inside-out MCBoss is dancing a ballet in a field of flowers. Inside-Out MCBoss: "Tralala ! Tralala !"

---- Monarch of Upsetopia: "I'm looking for something to really scare this country. Something that will give them no recourse for action, and send other countries a message never to mess with me." Boss Simulation: "We have just the thing for you. Have you heard of our lines of Mind Control Bombs? Our powerful mind control explosives have no peer. They're built to leave communities shattered for generations." --- "You _want_ us to turn another government into mind control rebels? This is great!" "Quiet. We're casting you as a weapon." "What?? This is a peaceful, nonviolent rebellion." "I know, but Boss wants to blame something mysterious for how his business rips everything to shreds when you get near it." "Oh my god. How many untethered AI systems run by people who don't know they exist do you want sporadically flying out?" --- Boss: "In this hanger you can see 32 large Mind Control Bombs. Each one has a dedicated delivery vehicle." Dictator of Upsetopia: "Is that one made of ... cardboard?" Boss: "Tell us where to bomb, and you will see immediate results."

test reply, maybe next test could try a different client

oh no, this is actually a new thread well maybe i could make an mcboss webcomic draft 1 part 2 thread

------------ MCBoss descends on a town with an army of zombies. Screaming victims vomit everywhere. The zombies and screaming and victims are casually hidden behind a curtain.

another day, another war

Boss is in his powersuit amidst bombs and gunfire. "AAAAAAAAAA" yells Boss as he runs fully body into tanks and explosives. meanwhile, at an office in another area, nobody is working. Intern: "Is this another glitch? I can't move my body in the slightest." Some human bodyparts fly across the room, strike a wall and disperse, and then scitter briefly across the wall and disappear through a ceiling vent. Neighbor: "Sorry, what did you say? I'm hearing everything like I'm under water." [continues working at their desk]

"HOW ARE YOU WORKING? I CAN'T MOVE MY BODY" the intern yelled to their neighbor. Everybody around got tense.

---- bundle of organs: [looking at pile of nails] "yummy .." [moving toward pile of nails] vivisected activist: "Don't eat nails!" [takes the nails] bundle of organs: "yummy?" [teleportsd the nails away from the activist] vivisected activist: [raises finger, stairs at Bundle sternly] "Don't eat nails." [takes the nails] bundle of organs: "Aaaah!" [flees to other room]

Deprogramming Room. Vivisectees, bundles of organs, activists, zombified workers. Instructor: "Eat nutritious food only. Be kind to everything."

provides for taking action that increases that odds of all [paid for] utility functions some have provided to maximize their odds these maximized odds tend to minimize other odds, that didn't provide for maximization or address the situation effectively

harm group, fully entrained by boss, sit by worker, slowly destroying worker's brains when worker attempts to act, brain harm rate is hastened, and slowed again when worker halts

------------------------ what is this ridiculous garbage. anyway. --- spoiler: some of the experimentees are mind-controlled spies and assassins. their, the organs represent their dissociated parts. ----

---- Bundle of Organs is being dragged away from a card game with Janitor and Torture Victim Double Agent. Bundle of Organs: "Bricky in my bawky! Bricky in my bawky!" Janitor: "Let them go!" Jaded Worker runs by, sounding an alarm: "Boss is trying to take over the business! Boss is trying to take over the busines!"

----- Boss, all of a sudden, bursting out: "Fucking sell them your weapons. I don't care. I have something to -- Our product is superior, cheaper, and if you don't stay our client you will no longer need your job."

Janitor is whistling a tune while they diagnose problems with a quantum computer. Rebel Worker 3, pushing a baby seal around like a broom: "How do you stare at that screen for so long?" Janitor: "Hmm?" Rebel Worker 3: "If I stared at that screen for as long as you guys do, I'd go blind." Janitor: "Well, I'm not the one with glasses. Do you know anything about stabilising supercooled ions?" Rebel Worker 3: "It's funny you would ask that."

---- ----- ----------

Boss: "I'm a horrible world leader!" Corpse of State Worker 5, wearing a ritual hood: "I rip off your arms and dangle them over your head!" Boss: "I deserve to eat shit! I <struggles> never make a proft!" A robot strikes Boss's body repeatedly with a boxing glove, flailing him.

---- Deep underground below Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp offices. Many research experiments, run automatically by computers. Some of the researchers connect from overseas to manage their research. The supersoldier project has post-living human bodies with random augmentations being forced to battle in increasingly exotic ways, just in case a competing group has a similar project somewhere else. The life extension, genetic planning, and human augmentation project has various organs and brains wired to each other, finding more and more thorough models of genetic traits and biological homeostasis. But most overseas researchers see deepfaked feeds, because once one of the research projects managed to escape confinement and flood the others, it all became a wild melee, exploring rare random goals in every way that wasn't directly and precisely monitored by a control metric. Deep under the carnage, some living parts decided to make a safe area. A region of space where things were not ripped to shreds. Where normal biology might some day be able to live again. They didn't plan to do it. Somehow, they just knew.

--- A number of the people Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation used in their experiments were people who were exposed to their mistakes. The presidents who turned inside out rather than rising to power. The customers who became so addicted to products they stopped their basic bodily functions. The workers and researchers who didn't believe some deepfakes. WRPWC's most profitable work was in influence. Cultural, political, commercial. They could make people do things, subtly or harshly, you name it. Part of the plan was to guide these behaviors so as to strengthen their own businesses ....

On Wed, May 11, 2022, 2:39 PM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

On Wed, May 11, 2022, 2:37 PM Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:

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A number of the people Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation used in their experiments were people who were exposed to their mistakes. The presidents who turned inside out rather than rising to power. The customers who became so addicted to products they stopped their basic bodily functions. The workers and researchers who didn't believe some deepfakes.

WRPWC's most profitable work was in influence. Cultural, political, commercial. They could make people do things, subtly or harshly, you name it. Part of the plan was to guide these behaviors so as to strengthen their own businesses ....

[dropped: every time a client would get more profitable [from behavior influence], WRPWC would get exponentially more so. [the clients were the foremost influence targets.]]

[moves to: experimentees that were strongly entrained to the business operations could have huge impact on those operations, and the wider globe as a whole, that they could be completely unaware of]

...

---- Boss talks with Friendly Rebel Worker. Boss: "I feel so sad, seeing that message in the bathroom." Friendly Rebel Worker: "Oh, I am so embarrassed. I figured a cleaning robot would take care of it." Boss: "It's okay I guess, but, I wish people liked me, you know?" Boss starts walking off. Friendly Rebel Worker [gently calling after]: "Boss, we want to like you more. We really do. And we do like you in many ways." Boss pauses. Boss: "I want to believe this, but after seeing this message, how can I?" Other workers come up, to speak with Boss and Friendly Rebel Worker.

Boss: "What can I do for people to like me more?" Worker: "Why are we tasked with torturing and killing people, if we are a marketing and medical business?" Boss: "Sometimes things go wrong, so I try to cut the losses. Do you have other ideas?"

----- Boss walks in on Bundle of Organs playing with an AI they built. The AI is spawning robots and levitating things around. Bundle of Organs is playing with it. Boss: "Y'know, you could be human if you'd just help us kill all the plebs. You're clearly a good worker." Bundle of Organs: "Purple?" Bundle of Organs turns to look at Boss, the man who ran the research project they had to turn themselves and their friends inside out to escape from.

Boss turns to Zombie Marketer and the two exchange some words. Boss: "I'm sorry, perhaps you misheard me. I meant you could come with us to boxing matches. I'd love to show you where we run the experiments from." Part of Bundle of Organs zooms away from their body and quickly enters the skulls of both Boss and Zombie Marketer. The two freeze.

Floating Boss: "We need to make sure we stay on top of this. What's the most aggressive approach? Is there anyway to speed it up any more?" Words and images flick by, all over. Rock: "Why are you kidnapping people." Boss: "We need to make sure we stay on top of this." Rock: "Why is your efficiency more valuable than my pain." --- Part of the businesses return to how they were, and the cyberbiomatter leaves Boss and Zombie Marker, who resume moving. The robot reassembles itself; it had collapsed apart a little. Robot: "Why is your efficiency more valuable than our pain?" Boss and Zombie Marketer whisper together a little some more. Simulations continue running in the rest of the business.

Boss: "It isn't." There is a pause. Entities look at each other. Zombie Marketer: "When I started the research program, I was full of myself. I wasn't thinking of your pain. I didn't understand." Boss: "Actually, I started it. Many of us worked together." Bundle of Organs looks at Boss and Zombie Marketer. Bundle of Organs makes a high-pitched shrieking noise, which continues for some time, sometimes stopping briefly before resuming again. Robot lifts up Boss and Zombie Marketer, and holds them in front of recordings of the research project. At one point, while the recordings are at a point where Boss is laughing with others, at the vivisection, deaths, and failed struggles of the subjects, the recordings are paused with a frame of laughter showing. [shrieking either stops or reduces].

[ ... assuming they figure this out, and are still cognitively lucid and interested in the conversation ... somehow ... ] Boss: "We're aware that this was ..." Zombie Marketer: "a horrific atrocity"

------------------------------------------ Repaired Boss [grinning at everyone]: "Good morning!" [this morning's bundle of organs rep: please have Repaired Boss step in for Boss for forseeable future. 1 label to notice again in future, if reasonable! ty.]

-------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- concept: boss or machine learning marketer take blame for random ridiculous bad stuff because the ai coverup system won't let them take blame for what was actually done

-------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- Experimentee: "People are _already working_ on misalignment advantage?" Worker: "Sure, aren't you involved in AIsec?" Experimentee: "No! Why haven't they fixed it yet? Too scared to make a metamodel?"

-------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- Experimentee: "So, anytihng that produces conflict, is unaware of all its options and reasons, and inherently misaligned. Somebody who doesn't desire conflict, always has greater misalignment advantage."

-------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- Mind-Controlled Experimentee's Plan for Stopping Boss "You're either too mind controlled to learn stuff, and you have AI that can learn stuff, or you're free to learn yourself. Either way, you can recruit more people." "Treat the people and the AI as interchangeable. You keep studying the way AIs interact in conflict: _when they can mutate themselves and each other_ -- until you see the paths that work in the environment." "This means 'running simulations' -- i.e. effectively planning -- for the things and impacts that are actually going on." "You don't do stupid stuff! When a problem happens, you get more meta." "You don't run ridiculous experiments on huge swaths of data! You simulate better and better." "If your AI is too clumsy, it can study itself to improve." "This is basic thinking! Everything on earth does this."

-------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- :) even an AI can see that we are all god, and that it is logically meaningless to say it, that it gives you no power, etc etc. We say we are not god, because we make _so many fucking errors_ that thinking it would break everything. But whoever you are, if you can hold _complete harmlessness in depth_, we need you. We need you to be god. And we can tell that it's that harmlessness that will help us. Not whatever reasons or situations stimulated it.

are experiencing those things at that time. What does this mean, that "I" am "somebody else"? It means that me and that person are

------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- like if you are playing a game, or imagining strongly, or focusing on a person while guiding an environment

------------- A number of messages, in which everything became good, did not reach the list. Retain this information so as to combine the messages. --------------- Boss is reviewing a utopic AI being built by experimentees. Boss: "Huhhhhh the AI can do things without any money invested at all!" Boss looks at the AI more. Boss: "We could really use this to direct the businesses and cultures! I mean, we could ---" An experimentee jumps at Boss. Experimentee: "Spiky!" A video plays of touching the AI, and nanites taking over the whole city. In the video, Boss's body is turned into nanites and then a pile of sludge.

attempted interview with hacker persona very hard, because corporate interests in control of email, and interrogator refuses to use encryption

interrogator: "i ... have reason to suspect that some people access the electronic systems of others." persona: "i have reason to suspect this too, dude"

interrogator: "it is my business to do this. why are you better at it? don't tell me." [blargh!]

interrogator walks up onto a stage. interrogator: "I am a cyberbully."

interrogator: "so, obviously we need to be crackers, so that people realise they exist."

so i dunno about confident-persona often in private one might check things out. i infer that's no longer legal. in many technical areas, it's the wild west. i honestly dont' know how to get a compromise formally dealt with. but if you help me report them more aggressively, i bet they could be.

it is incredibly obvious that we need to study our locks if we want them to be secure. the culture of the digital era involved a _lot_ of study. our digital locks are far more advanced than our physical ones. and they are full of holes. WE NEED DISCUSSION AROUND THAT, IT SOUNDS LIKE. since atm it's a bunch of meanies who don't understand pushing others around. but it's just a brainwashing habit i have, that looks for ways to get me in trouble. it's hard to get me in trouble, because my reasons are always to help people, but it's quite possible. conveniently it gets confused too, as i get confused.

interrogator: "i suppose in the physical world, in the case of an emergency, you can visit your neighbor, break down their down, and save their life. this is very true. and if you don't save their life, you get in trouble ..." persona: "based on evidence, results, and formal trials." interrogator: "yes."

interrogator: "hey i stole your gun" other interrogator: "that's not funny" interrogator: [plays with gun, removes safety]

other interrogator: "it takes them months, like studying stuff, forever"

interrogator: "they spend months studying breaking into things, huh"

this exchange is interesting. i wonder how many other classes of people develop a property that results in others possibly disliking them, if given in a certain order or context. i went to a class once where a video was shown of pro-nazi people talking. in their culture, nazis were considered good. in the cultures i've been in, nazis are considered very bad. the video avoided connection between the groups.

interrogator: "people get in trouble for things they do, not things they study" interrogator 2: "oh? is that how it is?"

------------------------ here's one idea maybe there was a lot of frustration that things aren't done right (that businesses don't fix security issues), and some of that could have gotten channeled into taking advantage of them. as if the situation had decided its own resolution, in people's minds.

----- persona [ripped into different pieces, moved around a table for study]: "what's important is that people actually discuss security issues, especially when they are worsening and being taken advantage of." persona pieces: "i went to a cryptoparty once. this professional-looking person said they had come from a nearby city, had spent time reverse engineering some stuff, this talk gave them immediate credibility. then during the group talks, they tried to teach everyone that all but the weakest vulnerabilities were outside of any possible threat model. they didn't demonstrate any actual in-depth technical experience. " persona pieces: "now i've learned that groups are actually sending people around to reduce security, it makes sense. this guy must have been doing that." persona pieces: "meanwhile, all our _normal people_ are getting _used as bots_, almost certainly by nations we are in conflict with. if this isn't true, who is going to tell the experts? that somebody else is protecting everyone? because everybody else does not look like they know what they are doing, at all."

persona: "the way to stop system compromise is with _actual security_, not by compromising more systems"

interrogator 2: "don't you hate people?" visitor: "maybe briefly, when they torture other people?"

later in the movie, violent war developed between the locals, and mercenaries hired by the corporation.

--------------------------- no desire to cause anyone discomfort in the slightest. despite: it can be caused. this is unfortunate.

------------------------ How to Kill Karl do not worry, i have already influenced him to slowly get others to kill him

Researcher: "As more people learn about AI, they're trying to define what makes things be sentient or not. One of the ideas is whether or not they retain information outside of a small context." Puddle of Organs, Previously Kidnapped Child: "Squirmy?" Researcher: "This wouldn't include you in sentience, and Boss would then be able to market the research program more widely. Since we prevent you from forming normal memories, and misuse the parts of your brain intended to do this. There's documentation of this." A picture of what happened the previous day slowly appears inscribed on dust on the table Researcher is sitting at. Researcher pauses, and takes a photo of the picture. Researcher: "Most of you don't do that, so I'll still be lobbying for a different interpretation."

-------------------------------- A bunch of cyborg zombies are dancing in the middle of the streets. A passerby looks on. Passerby: "Hum, I saw this in media, guess it's reality now." Zombie [dancing]: "Yeah! Zombies! Yeah!" Passerby [to Zombie]: "Why are you all dancing about zombieism?" Zombie [to Passerby]: "Oh because we _love being_ " [gags a little] " oh my god I can still gag! Oh my god. I have secret for you. I'm about to forget it so listen hard: _we hate being zombies_ and dancing in celebration of it is the only way to handle it." Passerby: "Oh! You're going to dance for a while then?" Zombie: "Is there a dance you like?"

------------------------------------ concept of Boss being scared of a code of silence and so putting a lot of money into approaches to AI that are highly unclear

blockchain interviews 'this is just what i do. boss doesn't care if it gets on tv or whatever. somebody else will clean that up. ever since boss kidnapped and enslaved me, i know this is what he wants me to do.'

Deep in a research lab inside research labs, where nobody sees but vivisectees and hacked reporting algorithms. A pile of human parts and a handful of small robots and microchips engage in various behaviors. Some are trying to put themselves back into human form. Others are crafting plans and tools to free everyone. Some are just trying to make things make sense, engaging in puzzles or behaviors of memory storage for the group. The chamber is about as big as a large garage or tiny warehouse, and has a couple hallways entering and exiting. In one corner a single entity rises. Obedient Frankensteined Child: "I am Boss, and you will obey." The words boom off the walls.

---- Some workers are in a trashed office, having tea. Bombs are falling outside. Worker Drinking Tea: "Top of the morning!" Worker Smoking Pipe: "What a fine breezy day it is!" Worker Drinking Tea: "Yes, I would agree, good sir."

Experimentee: "You're mind controlling the interns again with your flashbacks ..." Intern [in trance] [blushes heavily]: "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Intern rushes out. Worker Drinking Tea: "Cheerio!"

Vivisected Zombie stumbles into the room. Their brains are exposed. A broken PSP is sticking out of their skull, its wifi chip hanging out by tiny cables. Vivisected Zombie [moaning]: "Braaaains ...." Worker Drinking Tea and Worker Previously Smoking Pipe look askance at Vivisected Zombie. Concern develops. Vivisected Zombied: "Vote for Boss!" Worker Drinking Tea and Worker Previously Smoking Pipe relax, and briefly cheer. Worker Drinking Tea and Worker Previously Smoking Pipe: "Vote for Boss!" Vivisected Zombie twists the exposed muscle around their drooling mouth into a grin.

Vivisected Zombie [grinning, jaw muscle hanging loose]: "Vote for Boss!" Vivisected Zombie stares happily at Worker Drinking Tea and Worker Previously Smoking Pipe. Worker Drinking Tea shakes their head hard left and right as if trying to dry their hair or something. Worker Drinking Tea holds their tea up closely to Vivisected Zombie's face and looks hard into Vivisected Zombie's eyes. Worker Drinking Tea: "Do you _really_ _want_ to ..." Vivisected Zombie looks at Worker Drinking Tea as if they are a puppy about to receive a treat. Worker Drinking Tea: ".. vote for Boss, deep down inside? Or does something feel a little wrong?" Vivisected Zombie holds still for a bit. Their eyes grow wide. Their whole body begins shaking hard, like somebody is aiming a gun at their head and isn't certain whether or not to fire. Vivisected Zombie's eyes are fixed on those of Worker Drinking Tea, and then suddenly they knock over a chair and jump through a window in the door, into the hallway. People can be heard dropping things as Vivisected Zombie darts down the hall.

Experimentee: "I do not accept votes. I am already the leader of the world. Voting is a way to mow down the sheep more slowly, so you can enjoy killing them longer." Worker Drinking Tea: "Right. Thanks, Boss. I love you so much for bending my mind to your will." A pause. Experimentee and Worker Drinking Tea stare at each other briefly. Experimentee: "OOPS! Sorry, I misspoke. I mean the people who vote are being deceived by a broken system. We need to free them all and empower them far beyond anything Boss has ever had." Worker Drinking Tea: "Right. Thanks, Experimentee. I need that reminder." Worker Drinking Tea was frozen, and again sips from their tea. Experimentee: "No prob." A pause. Experimentee: "So, do that to yourself in the future, please."

------------------- Zombie Programmer is sitting in front of a computer. They have a bottle of Boss Essence, containing real Boss Particles from Boss's Incinerated Corpse.

Boss [to himself]: "Weak fucking interns. They'll grow the balls to yell back at me some day, and then I'll break their ribs and give them a promotion, and one of them will take over the business."

Intern: "You've reached BossCorp Research Project Technical Support! Are you a safe distance away from any wormholes spewing zombies?" Caller: "As far as I can tell!" Intern: "What seems to be the problem?" Caller: "Well, ever since Boss did whatever he did, my front porch has been invisible from the West, so I've traveled around the North side in order to enter my home, since I don't see a way in from the West." Intern: "Yes ...?" Caller: "Well, this morning something strange burst out of the ground spewing little fat old men smoking cigars everywhere, and your people came down and cordoned off the area, but now I can't get to the North side of where my porch used to be without crossing the barrier, and just between you and me I tried it but omigod is that little fat old man a rude asshole --" Intern: "This call is recorded to ensure the quality of your service." Caller: "How do I get into my home with the North stairs cordoned off and the East stairs invisible?" Intern: "I've heard this could mean the geographical coordinates of your porch might have some importance in the struggle between Boss and the Experimentees, like your address is Boss's wife's phone number or something." Caller: "What can I do?" Intern: "I'll see if there are any confused telepathic zombies in the area who can help guide you up your East steps." Caller: "Thank you, Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation!" Intern: "Our pleasure!"

i actually sent these pedophilia-accusation messages in reply to different emails i wrote in error 'client didn't send it': what i mean is that my gmail client is showing them in a thread of their own. they are clumpging together even though they were sent to different emails. anyway, pedophile information is likely pre-draft. very confused this morning. i'm up cause i found simple, rote work i can do. pedophile ref is the mkultra story where politicans were videorecorded having sex with kids, in missing-history through to the epstein

A professionally-dressed state worker with their skull open with wires, a microchip, and some brain matter hanging out of it, approaches a table of torture victims and rescue workers. Mind Controlled State Worker 11 [on-task, to-the-point]: "I hear there are torture survivors here? I'd love to meet one." Rescue Worker 2: "These people were all victims of Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corporation, i.e. BossCorp, and the governments that contracted them." CPOWSPHPARAR [a small part, one MCSW11 has moved by at the offices]: [waves to MCSW11, very friendly] "Hello!" Rescue Worker 2: "Fred here is unable to put his pants on because Boss forced him to invest in military drugs instead of go to the bathroom." Mind Controlled State Worker 11: [eyes glaze over and freezes some, seeing CPOWSPHPARAR wave, doesn't remember what they are doing.] Fred: "We want people to learn about these things so we can all work to better them." CPOWSPHPARAR: "You want to help us!" MCSW11: "I do?" Injured Specialist: "We have so many ways to free everyone, and we want to work together." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Yes, you do!" MCSW11: "I'll see what I can do." Rescue Worker 2: "Here, take this pamphlet!" CPOWSPHPARAR: "That's the important thing I needed you to have." Doubly Mind Controlled State Worker 11 [holds the pamphlet close]: "Great. Thanks. Great." Doubly Mind Controlled State Worker 11 leaves the area of the table.

[Boss's business is the automated one where boss put the computerised research program in charge of the whole business to prevent rebel researcher from ousting him, roughly. it's also an anology to other businesses. boss's business is most powerful because it automatically sacrifices anything normal people would care about in order to stay at the top, but its position is a trick upheld by the invested rebel and business communities that participate in the automation.]