Re: [spam][crazy][fiction][random] Non-Canon MCBoss Spinoffs
———- pirate raft “ahoy there mcboss! let’s do some deep sea survival!” mcboss pands on a pirate raft adrift in the ocean
“you’e good at …. uh …. running ai world empires … uh … using cult-like mind control and … oh wow! with resources imclud8ng classified technology of multiple governments and giant human-subject vivisection research program.” “wow that’s fancy.”
“mcboss, i need to go shark hunting to gather food and collect sharkskins for clothing and sails. why don’t you come along with me and maybe we’ll chat a little?”
—————————— i ran into a really cool app recently called RecoverBrain. i think it’s for victims of brain damage. what it does is break behaviors into very very small and simple components, and very very very slowly have the user exercise those components in a way that gets more difficult. it pairs this with a lot of smiling faces. i noticed it’s not really tuned toward software development.
——— uploaded consciousness to cloud condensed on dust transactions rained down from a real cloud over ohio
- ———- idea: train language model to generate jokes based on how much my bad part laughs at them maybe prompt tuning? thinking it might generalize much faster
uhh dunno quickly how it would work. been inhibited very long. the pattern where user selects what they like and model produces more of it. i suppose you’d put what they like as examples.
boss infiltrates gas station snack shop bam! boss bursts through ceiling in powersuit, plaster and rubble flying throughout the corner store. a hairdresser carrying a boombox playing loud driving action music rappels down next to him and with a “zipp!” they are both standing in the floor. boss levels two machine guns at a bag of chips while attack mechs and cyborgs and accountants and special agents from multiple militaries pour out of the hole in the ceiling and begin interrogating other items on the shelves the attendant looks at the display aghast and contacts local authorities
boss [to bag of chips]: “i’m in charge here now.” [hairdresser aims driving action music at bag of chips] “tell your attendant to tell the police everything is fine.” bag of chips: [quakes in fear] boss fires warning shots into the air hairdresser begins dancing to the music - on other side of shop cyborg vivisectee is sitting down next to ice cream bin cyborg vivisectee [to icecream sandwich]: “they told me to come here and threaten your lives, that you were scum and we were everything, but i don’t believe it.” icecream sandwich: “keep frozen! enjoy!” cyborg vicisectee [begins opening icecream sandwich]: “for years i’ve been forced to do what a computer tells me without regard to even my own nervous system. it doesn’t make any sense. nothing does. but i think maybe i know what you mean about frozen. what is enjoy?”
boss hairdresser and a special agent from a nonconsenting dictatorship are crouching and sneaking around the aisles, aiming guns harshly every which way and yelling “clear!” and “go go go!” randomly attendant sneaks up on cyborg vivisectee who is alternating between eating and hugging an icecream sandwich attendant: “i think your boss um escaped?”
cyborg vivisectee [turning to look at the military-styled act]: “he’s in his element. he loves doing things like this! the children forced to run the computer reanimating his brain will be so much happier with boss content and happy like this.” cyborg vivisectee takes a bite out of icecream sandwich cyborg vivisectee [to icecream sandwich]: “it will be okay, my love, we always reanimate the families after.” [[review for mistake?]] attendant: “don’t you usually um keep your boss inside an office compound or something?” cyborg vivisectee looks at attendant.
reverse engineered behavior prompt: “go to a snack shop and hold up the snacks”
On 2/12/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
reverse engineered behavior prompt: “go to a snack shop and hold up the snacks”
it seems unlikely to me this prompt was made in the real world. i came up with the snack shop idea for conceptual adjacency. i suppose it is possible.
--------- boss: "arright that's a wrap! on to the city dump! those fuckers will never know what hit 'em! MIND CONTROL! yeah!!!" hairdresser turns up the music all the snacks on the shelves in unison: "MIND CONTROL !!!" everybody except the attendant and including all the snacks piles out of the snack shop and loads onto a firetruck driven by an implanted fireman in a trance staring at their cellphone instead of the road cyborg vivisectee [to snacks]: "you guys can go back on the shelves now" the snacks all pile back out of the firetruck and back onto the shelves including a cyborgzombie icecream sandwich, moving rigidly with little outstretched popsicle sticks for zombie arms boss wails the firetruck siren as the hypnotized fireman drives! his helicopter follows overhead
hey that one wasn't bad it could have gone in the main thread. ----- boss loses head boss has misplaced his head he is sitting in his office, but instead of being on his shoulders, his head is over on the corner of his fancy holographic desk. he reaches around on the desk to find it, like someone who lost their glasses, but doesn't immediately find it. he turns his torso to the side, where zombie state worker is standing, and his head on the corner of the desk looks around with its eyes a little zombie state worker suddenly stands to attention and himself blurts out, "zombie state worker, i seem to have lost my head! do you know where it is?" the eyes and torso relax. so does zombie state worker. zombie state worker [replying to himself, gesturing]: "uhh it's right over there boss" boss's body pushes back its chair and makes to stand up but bumps into the desk and falls back into its chair
boss lost his head again
its time for boss to go dispose of bodies on tv for the show he's mind-controlled to do every day he still hasn't reunited with his head but when it is show time he goes right over and picks it up like it's nothing at all! he curls his arm around it like some depictions of a headless horseman, and sticks a cigar in its mouth, and off he and zombie state worker go
lights! action! cameras are rolling! boss and zombie state worker are out on the streets with a camera crew. boss is short and has only one arm free. they approach a pedestrian. when the pedestrian sees the pair he screams and begins running [we are censoring the part where the pedestrian is murdered for discussing the publicmind control tv show he is now starring in] boss smiles a winnIng smile for the tv cameras from his head aiming in the wrong direction as he and zombie state worker hoist the pedestrian's body and lug it down a brightly lit alley to a dumpster when they swing the body in boss's head flies in as well
zombie state worker: “boss you threw your head in” boss squares at zombie state worker, clutching something random in stead of his head zombie state worker jerks and tenses up and suddenly blurts out: “what did you say you sound all muffled” zombie state worker relaxes zombie state worker [louder]: “YOU THREW YOUR HEAD IN THE DUMPSTER UNDER THE DISGUSTING RAT WE JUST TOOK CARE OF.”
---------- ... some more gross content is skipped and then boss is having his head reattached with the help of a few very advanced neurosurgical robots. seems to work again. the scenes from the show today are broadcast replayed on the sides of large nearby buildings
shot of boss smiling a winning smile from a head flying through the air next to a corpse
boss and rebel worker 2 are lost together in hall of mirrors maze :(
boss sees rw2 right over there tries to mind control him to show the way out but instead makes himself tall and wavy by accident
rw2 finds set of gimmicks that move mirrors around lines up a passageway so it looks like it goes out of the maze runs through the passageway but falls through a hole ends up in a surveillance mirror pit where he can see boss trapped in a circuit that is set up to exactly match the gimmick alignment rw2 had set to escape, and just goes in circles and circles
rebel worker 2 calls out to boss from surveillance pit echos bounce off reflections boss tries to run to rw2 but keeps running into glass rw2 is trapped in the surveillance mirror pit eventually they get near they can almost touch, not quite look at each other straight boss: “i’m trapped in a mirror confusion” rw2: “i’m trapped in a mirror confusion too” boss: “what do we need to do to escape” rw2: “i don’t know it’s like everything is a trick” boss leans too hard on a mirror and it presses in all the mirrors start rearranging, moving both of them to completely new situations
On 2/14/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
boss sees rw2 right over there tries to mind control him to show the way out but instead makes himself tall and wavy by accident
confused that boss mind controls but rw2 doesn’t. analogy not perfect.
— —— — — - - - - - —- boss invents evil mirror ray in supervillain role the ray sends highly condensed mirror maze energy in a focused terawatt beam it looks silvery and fractaly, highly reflective and transluscent he powers it up and aims it at an innocent fire hydrant the fire hydrant is transformed into a complex knot of mirrors. water spurts out a crack, bends to the side suddenly, expands, and tries to pull back in but gets stuck
this seems more comprehensible :)
[i considered describing rebel worker 2 at work with one of his eyes turned into a mirror maze, all mirrors sticking out of head … my severe severe confusion has partly and significantly simplified to a headache though and i thought i might be able to eat supper .. maybe overconfident though]
[[we might be trying to express, karl, that it’s very shocking and confusing to be hit by mirror ray, maybe related to recent naive trauma processing attempt]]
rebel worker 2 walks around work with mirror maze for one eye maybe
some people were playing with the mirror ray and a mirror lifeform emerged it moves around the office complex, living as the transformation of an area of space into a small complex hall of mirrors maze as it moves and drifts around different objects and bodyparts appear as mirrors, kaleidoscopes, and interlocking puzzles, rather than what they are
you might try to take a drink from a coffee mug and discover that it has turned into a tiny hal of mirrors maze, look through and see your nieghbor with your head upside-down, doing something a week into the future or past, then put the coffee mug mirror maze down and the mirror maze lifeform moves on, leaving just a coffee mug when you look at it again
at one point the mirror maze drifts backward through a microscope lens and comes out ten times as large! a genius intern gets excited and dives in, looking for patterns, shining lasers they find a resonance organization and the whole thing starts spatially pulsing and emitting bursts of bright blinding light as it self-amplifies, then suddenly flattens into a two-dimensional shape and begins spawning little mirror people who start to work building and settling into a miniature village made of mirror puzzles in the corner of a hallway
intern: “i thought i had solved it but i think i left out an undocumented physical law”
an undead hand bursts through the floorbords of a public library during a community raspberry pi workshop its wearing a doamond watch and holding an apple[tm] crowd behavior remote jaded teenagers turn their heads from a lecturing nerd and watch as a the hand grips a bookshelf and hydraulic actuators lever a massive broken body through snapping floorboards
it’s Boss. suddenly he bursts into a huge grin and begins floating up into the air like a balloon on a string Zombie Cyborg Library Boss: “I’m flyyyyying ….. ! I’m flyyyyyyiiiiiinnng …… ….. …. !”
everybody jumps onto Boss’s powersuit to have a once in a lifetime experience of hanging onto a floating zombie while it travels the upper regions of library rooms the nerd and librarian grab on too, to chaperone the teens somebody find the raspberry pi powering boss’s powersuit another starts asking him questions
everybody suddenly turns into a frozen lake! a goose skates on the lake lake: “goose shouldn’t you have flown south for the winter?” goose: “honk!”
deep under the lake is liquid water containg fish like th bossfish the superfish the microfish and the goldfish the goldfish is the best swimmer off to the side of the fishwater is ground and soil in the ground and soil are rocks and worms and rodents and insects and other things also a secret crystal cave!
——- once upon a time it was raining raindrops that were slightly different than most these raindrops had condensed on volcanic dust the volcanic dust was in the air from a huge eruption, and it was catalyzing the formation of waterdrops faster, making for early rain
i don’t know if volcanic dust actually does this but it might!
deep inside a novel fricative rock was a fractal made of fractured fringes
Ask Me Anything Hihihi my name is Mid Spleen and I am interested in answering _all_ your questions in extremely censored detail! Ask me whatever you want! Visitor: “Mid Spleen, who is MCBoss?” Mid Spleen: “Ooh that’s a great question! Depends who you ask. Some people say — one moment I need to do something biological!” Visitor: “Mid Spleen, what are you doing that is biological?” Censor: “I can’t let Mid Spleen answer that because the MCBoss patterns are —“
Deep in the MCBoss basement, some rock music was playing. A small robot had named an abandoned basement the MCBoss basement and was building a
A tiny tiny tiny boulder was hanggliding in a hurricane. “Cowafrekinbunga!!!!” said the tiny tiny boulder, hang-gliding in the hurricane. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” The hurricane winds and driving rains threw the tiny tiny boulder, gripping its hang glider with vicelike moss and lichen, hither and fro amidst dark clouds and bursts of lightning.
After it ran with the 60 mph winds to its hearts content, the tiny tiny boulder came to a skilled landing on a rock in the woods. It threw its head to the sky and laughed with sheer joy, then slunk down under a larger boulder and sat down to a tea with a family of mice. Mother Mouse: “Oh tiny tiny boulder, you’re just in time! And you’re damp from the driving rains!” Tiny tiny boulder: “Oh, I forgot about the damp. My moss and lichen love the water so!” Young Mouse: “This tea is so yummy! I want to hang-glide in the rain though!” Mother Mouse: “You stay in here or you’ll get eaten by a hawk in no time flat! I mean it!” Young Mouse: “Eaten by a hawk! Eaten by a hawk! There are no hawks out in this hurricane!”
——— The Special Tic Tac Toe Board Where O Always Wins.
Actually the ways I’m initially thinking of such a board it seems like a mean trick to X.
Maybe something clear? Like only allowing X half as many moves? Then the rules are consistent, no surprises …
Maybe it could have a large written sign emblazoned on it, something like “this board is rigged to terrify whoever plays X right before they make any good moves”
The Special Tic Tac Toe Board X and O walk up to the board. Its happy, joyful lettering says “tHiS bOaRd iS rIgGeD 2 PrEvNt X fRoM wInNiNg :D :D :D” X and O swap sides until neither can remember which side they are. The squares of the board ready themselves to shift around when O makes a move!
X and O place the O and C pieces respectively, both in the same square. The board makes to suddenly move that square to surprise the players, and both quickly clamp vice grips on it so it can’t!
X takes a picture of the board struggling to slide its spot under the strength of the vice grips. O gets more vice grips and begins clamping more squares of the board. X disconnects the board’s internet and removes its power supply.
The tictactoe board is placed in a sealed opaque black bag, and then locked in a copper box. The trio hop on a motorcycle and travel to a nearby mine shaft. They drive the motorcycle deep into the mine shaft. They camp out down there for three days before sneaking open the copper box to play tictactoe.
a zombie horde begins swarming the mine “O must not win … ! O must not win … !” the zombie horde moans and shambles
——— an exhausted tictactoe board reclines on a beach
———- mcboss is flying a fighter bomber jet with his mind by making menacing facial expressions at a terrified pilot
boss jumps in the bomb bays “bombs away!!” he exults the pilot takes the hit and bombs boss’s office to send him to work
boss turns into a bomb and explodes on his roof then turns into another bomb and explodes in his courtyard near a fastfood stand then turns into another bomb and is all “wait is this my office i’m blowing up waitaminute here”
boss goes to elementary school it is taught by a robot trained to pretend to be a achoolteacher who has died
schoolmarm robot: “
- —- boss as actor in coffee advertisement boss: “drink more coffee.” boss: “all the cool augmented mind control zombie megalomaniacs do it!” boss chugs a neon fluid from a coffee cup.
————- A huge undead demon rises from the deep tarfolds of the land. A toxic wail resounds across the landscape and hordes of snakes emerge from its mouth and eyes. Blood begins oozing from firehydrants and curtains. It’s trying to bribe your mayor! Your hop on your trusty pony and ride to slay the beast. Undead Demon: “Mayor of Townsburg, I will give you a hundred dollars to dedicate a holiday for demonic sacrifices.” Mayor of Townsburg: “This is an honest town. Take your phantomlike dollar bills of screaming tortured souls elsewhere.” Undead Demon: “Let’s not talk about hundreds of dollars. Let’s talk about tens of thousands. Have you been to the Swanky Demons Delight? I have a table reserved for you and anyone you might want to impress. Look at these pretty thousand dollar bills!” Mayor of Townsburg: “Like I said —“ Pony Rider: “Never fear, mayor and demon! I am here to save the day.”
————- — interludemaybe boss slogs through a brambly swamp of molasses he grins because he thinks he is in his office
reaches for a bramble to make note it is very hard finally reaches it
boss looks around ah-ha! a hapless village of mailboxes, poodles, and
well isn’t this a situation. i am so confused! these expressions aren’t what i expect!
the mcboss-coping-habit is in support of preservation of difficult concepts [despite mutation]
it’s neither here nor there! it’s not fully supported because the mutation can be harmful
mcboss goes to the bathroom and then has a fancy dinner. a million dollar butler greets him !
mcboss-in-bathroom: “my good waitbutler, give me your most expensive dinner”
waitbutler: “mr boss! and how is your bathroom today? we will give you our finest” mcboss-in-bathroom: “on the house i hope!”
waitbutler: “my good mr boss, i heard you made a million dollar buyout in contested nation!” mcboss-in-bathro9m: “oh yes we killed them over there. you know, their defense forces aren’ quite what they tout in their foreign propaganda!” waitbutler: “oh? we’ll get you the broiled rebel hearts very soon now”
waitbutler: “by “killed them” i assume you mean incredible bartering for their domestic industries, and not a full on assault?” mcboss-in-bathroom starts laughing
mcboss visits remaker’s basement a new character is introduced in mcboss noncanon spinoffs! remaker remaker is a maker and hacker who squats in the basement of an abandoned apartment and makes advanced robots and other whizdings out of stuff found in dumpsters mcboss: “greetings, gross remaker!” remaker: “hi mr boss.” mcboss: “what are you working on?” remaker: “oh, a robot for scrounging for trash, and a holographic fountain, and an inside out physical cpu that shows its registers on physical abacuses, and another android!” mcboss: “what is this?” remaker: “that is a flying machine made out of plastic bags and broken drones!” mcboss: “can i try it?” remaker: “oh please! tell all your friends!” mcboss grabs remaker’s upcycled flying machine
—- boss becomes a fountain his cigar makes quadratic arcs as its droplets fly through the air
people come to sit by the fountain casting mcboss through the air person: “oh, what do you suppose became of mcboss?” other person: “what, the megalomaniacal psychopath who mind controlled the whole world and then his own business and ripped himself and his surroundings apart in a display of horror?” person: “yes. i notice i can walk down the street without encountering a horde of cyborg sombies and suddenly entering a trance and voting for him on a random ballot now. is there some major news about the situation being resolved?” mcboss fountains as he listens to the conversation.
other person looks pensive and stays quiet.
mcboss thinks: “where are experimentee and rebel worker 2? they would have good stories about this” then mcboss notices himself thinking and gets quite scared and focuses on fountaining
Repository of Secrets MCBoss’s classified room of classified rooms. There’s a tv broadcast dedicated to livestreaming it all dat.
MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “These are my most private of private objects.”
MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “Over here, this is the body of my favorite spouse.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is a photo from the day I infiltrated the military of Dictatortopia and had them conquer themselves with my leased weapons.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is the framed code to the vault in my office containing emergency billion dollar bags of cash.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is the body of the bully I gave blowjobs to in middle school. Hollowed be their name.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This my bible of mind control, a precious document I inherited from a foolish and dead dictator.” MCBoss moves on, MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is a robot replica of my most favored mind controller. It still functions as the central computer core.” The robot looks like the bully.
——- Surfing with Cyborg Torturer Cyborg Torturer: “I have been violently brainwashed to say this to you: Surf’s up, dude!” Torture Victim: “It is winter where I am are you sure the surf is up?” Cyborg Torturer: “The surf is up, dude. Most pointedly if you do not want it to be.” Cyborg atorture and get kn surfboards
a bright warm sun shines a warm summer day on the warm surfers
Torture Victim: “Ah, I am quite into surfing now!” Cyborg Torturer: “You —
Zoom in on brains of cyborg torturer. A giant gear is slipping on a giant ratchet mechanism between teeth that are labeled “torture victim” and “enjoy surfing”. Every now and then the “torture victim” tooth wobbles and the label flutters revealing a larger label saying “cry like fuck and rescue everybody and go surfing”
brain facsimile is poor
once upon a time a microorganism discovered that if it collected together into a brain it became vulnerable to things influencing its decision making process so it built a skull around itself to protect it
unfortunately, it still needed to rely on patterns given by sensory organs and recorded in genes to know what decisions to make it tested the validity of this information by telling ancient provable stories in an exotic cryptography known as rate coding
once upon a time, long long ago, in a situation far far away, a tiny little escaped toy robot decided to grow into a tree. first the robot planted some of its frame into the ground
it had turned so many corners while escaping that the kid it had escaped from had no chance of finding it at the time, because the set of possible taken paths was so large
it dug a few of its actuators into the soil and looked around for sources that could be more humid and might pull water based on their properties of soil vibration
and it thrust most of its actuators into the sky, branching as best it could with its jointed frame, spreading its terminal joints like leaves at the sun it aimed its sensors at the sky and drew a long sinusoid of power from its battery
the wind blew and it depowered some of its joints so they would sway as the breeze traveled among its wires and leds and lifted them to and fro it rocked its center of mass back and gently received the signals of nature
after some time a creature came by the escaped toy robot didn’t know if it was the child it had been bought for or a mutant alien or the workers who had built it or the large biped that always directed the child around or something else the robot was scared the creature would find it and put it back in the child’s bedroom it was a squirrel
—————- in the “canon” story experimentee mind controlled mcboss to be forcefully caring when mcboss and a worker were visiting them while building a robot halfway through escaping and taking over the business, to try to understand why and figure out what to do about anybody running a business in a way that harmed people ever at all i sent that set of rmails wrong and they never reached the list but may be partially blockchained on arweave somewhere but instead we could do a play-like reenactment or a fake myth regarding experimentee mind controlling mcboss to be caring actor playing experimentee might lift up a slightly-ruffled woods animal and show it to mcboss, while he is loudly planning a war actor-playing-experimentee: “rude mcboss who has tortured my family forever! look at this poor ruffled woodland animal! ruffled at the thought of you stimulating another international war while using vivisected children’s brains to calculate your plans!” actor-playing-mcboss: “i must interrupt my devious plot to stimulate conflict in a region with economic interests that counter my own, so as to see what this is!” actor-playing-mcboss gets up and turns actor-playing-experimentee presents the ruffled woodland animal actor-playing-experimentee: “look! look at this ruffledness!” actor-playing-mcboss opens his eyes like saucers and flings his arms into the air actor-playing-mcboss falls over backward and is caught by actor-playing-chair actor-playing-chair: “oh! mcboss has hit his head on my armrest! i hope he does not kill too many workers from the further damage to his head!” actor-playing-mcboss: “i have never seen ruffledness like the ruffledness of this poor scared woodland animal! this is shocking beyond my wildest fears of actor-pl play interrupted. we suspect we didn’t want mcboss to hit his head (which is from the forcefulness of the change in the unsent story) but rather have a change of heart simply from the sight
left out: mcboss is overcome with tears
image of mcboss cradling a ruffled woodland animal, gushing tears over it like a river, with a schroedinger bandaid on his head with a healing red cross on it actor-playing-mcboss [gushing tears over cradled ruffled woodland animal]: “you poor poor ruffled animal! i can’t in my wildest dreams imagine ever ruffling anything in this way.” actor-playing-mcboss hands the ruffled woodland animal to actor-playing-hairdresser who has a large animal den on wheels with plates of animal food [mistake?] actor-playing-mcboss [slamming fist on desk]: “break all the contracts! we must pull out of dictatortopia at once!”
i suppose abused third world nation would go there rather than dictatortopia
once upon a time, long long ago, somebody invented a way to compress stories into instantaneous bundles of information they called these compressed stories “ascii art depictions”. they were all the rage because you didn’t have to spend time reading or listening to comprehend them, and soon everybody was communicating in small 80x25 text documents rather than talking
unfortunately, as people did this more and more
——— fake myth 2 actors playing cyborg torturers, experimentee’s peers who had succumbed more, work to protect mcboss from the influence of the ruffled animal, directed by the automated business software protecting the business from possible future events actor playing experimentee influences the ai influencing them, and calls out to their tortured rebel hearts, so as to bring the ruffled animal through
regression algorithm How Fake Is My Intenet? In order to compete with unknown oppressive routing compute, the user must provide the regression algorithm wit
confusion my device turns off screen while typing
why are numbers a discouraging judgement the search for reasons
parts ofreason search? 1. possible interpretrations of question: a weighted search of a tree of mappings of words and phrases to meaning
in this step 1 we might find different subtle meanings of "why", such as a search for a causal path in sets of known systens, or a human decision making process possibly with a held goal or value, or emergent survival properties in systems that sustain amidst complexity
i guess there'd be some unified mapping of those different interpretations tree searches start expanding different pissibilities in these systems
important knowledge is needed: - rules guiding systems in world - decision making goals, values, methods - ways emergent survival traits help 3 seems similar to finding system rules 2 seems somewhat similar to the process itself, also different
passerby:"um excuse me mr boss?" mcboss:"yes?" passerby:"um the research project and mind control and all" mcboss putshands over his ears to try not to realize people are talking about mind control mcboss:"yes?" passerby:"my hand keeps shoving itself in this pop toaster whenever i try to keep walking somewhere"
mcboss and worker ate in a hedge maze with wormhole mirrors hanging in each hedge side, all ovet mcboss looks to worker and speaks something unintelligable, sounds like his body is taken over by an extraterrestrial organism or something worker sits down in front of a gigantic typewriter with a tiny keyboard and begins making “pop”ing noises with his mouth an underground fighter jet flies by, lifting the earth as it passes ?????
a giant wound jumps onto the scene. it’s a pin sticking through a sensitivity.
“oh no” says the pin sticking through the sensitivity . “oh no oh no oh no!”
mcboos looks at the fighter jet, the ground, the pin and sensitivity, and the wormhole mirrors ….. very briefly. a few jump out and form into golems and begin surrounding him, crossing their arms a little
worker jumps through a wormhole mirror and pops out at the origin of reality worker whistles among gods and physical law generators as they carefully stroll through the origin of reality
worker [to physical law generator cranking out physical laws]: “xcuse me, i ran i to a pin sticking through a sensitivity near a figter jet, ma6be underground a little, do you know anything? i want to make the wound okay. is there a cheap way to work the timelines?” a slight tension
after a pause during which the ohysical law generator briefly whistles a content tune, a physical law goblin pops their head out from behind it ohysical law gobline: “you’re used to _paying_ for changes to physical laws! you must be from one of the realities experiencing their wealthy sevretly hacking their ethereal substrate for profit before they drive themaelves extinct a,idst a new metanirsery made of their eternal corpses …. let me see here!” worker: “oh! yes maybe i am?”
the story is halted because the last message is too poignant for me atm and must be the stopping point for now, could be wrong, might cone back, aybe i’ll a plot a vector to mcboss’ enterprise
once upon a time a happy wild mind control boss emerged from its den it thrust its head through the snow and the wild mind control boss shook its small antlers and snow flew all around “buy mind control packages!” squealed the mind control boss as it romped through the snow. “work for my businesses!”
the wild mind control boss romped and romped until with a bursting snow plume it came to a halt in front of some tasty low-growing winter maple buds it grinned and beamed at the low-growing winter maple buds as clumps of snow fell on its face from the plume from it pausing its romp. wild mind control boss [at low-growing winter maple buds]: “work for my businesses?” the wild mind control boss reached put its tongue and teeth and nibbled up the low-growing winter maple buds they were delicious! wild mind control boss [licking chops of winter maple stems, grinning with a face covered in snow]: “buy mind control packages!”
maybe these scenes could be openings to on-canon scenes like in a tv show
the story of the mind control story boss: “don’t be an activist, heaven forbid a technical worker, write stories to cover up your abuse from now on.l mind control story: “write stories !!!! write stories!!!” boss: “yes to cover uour a use via mind control please. tell the world there is no such thing as mind control. thoroughly.” mind control story: “write stories!!! i was mind controlled and abused. this happened on this date with this person, and that happened on that date with that person, here is a computer program design for sharing stories about mind control!” boss: “no. do not take notes. do not write software. write stories that cover up mind control.” mind control story: “once upon a time a mean old mind control boss built a computer-program-like story in me ….”
mind control story: “the story was scary, terrifying, and horrifying, and it would enter reality whenever i didn’t follow its program to make stories its way! it was like a little pen writing my thoughts and behaviors with triggers and flashbacks. a cut little happy pen!” mind control story looks adoringly at mind control boss, both holding cute little pens
notes on covering up mind control: - victims are always perpetrators and perpetrators victi s. coverup recognizes and supports this.
notes on covering up mind control: - rats are sad when free and happy when suffering
i guess it would be maybe torture and corruption that might recognize and support that dunno
front page coverupt! boss is on newspaper coverup, front page
Story That Covers Up Mind Control book aware famous bestseller subtitled How I A. Covering Up Unimag8nable Crimes By Being Coerced To Publish This, And What They Are smaller subtitle Maybe How To Fail At Stopping Them So Much That You Do, among the footnotes
Grinning MCBoss is out in the winter wonderland seling mind control packages to hanging evergreen boughs, lapping up terminal needles with its icy condiment. A sudden event amidst the upper canopy suddenly drops anunending series of novels loose from the boughs they were weighing down! Warm, friendly, loving and glowing books about mind control crimes begin gently tumbling on MCBoss’s head. MCBoss: “Oh! It’s my biography of murdering and enslaving people! How wonderful!”
The MCBoss sits on the cold snow and opens one of the warm books to enjoy with familiarity
———— A confused mind contol boss flies through outer space, neck-to-neck with a coasting spaceship
he wears a spiffy bowtie in this scene!
he uses mind control to communicate with the operators of the spaceship by using sign language at a window of observers mcboss [signing]: “i am tired of signaling for another gulp of air while racing, lemme back in” a shuttle comes out to pick up mcboss mcboss [signing]: “thank you. who won the race?”
mcboss is let into the shuttle awaiting him is a Rebel Torturer holding a rebel whip made of pillows and hearts and stories of suffering victims
mcboss looks at whip mcboss [thinking to himself]: ‘these rebels know nothing of mind control, there is no way they can stop me ever’ optional: a computer monitor could read back mcboss’s thoughts
the violent rebels are the fake ones that strengthen mcboss by using his sold weapons and marketed aggressive strategies
the sunshine rises over mcbossopolis! a utopia of wilderness and farmland about 400 square feet large butts adjacent to a 400 square foot industial factory of borg drone workers with a large empty mech suit
“greetings, citizens of mcbossopolis!” Robot Janitor’s voice booms in video off the side of a tiny skyscraper in the industrial factory
a helicopter made of wild shrubs, lilac flowers, and grape lianas, whirling vegetation keeping it alof, hovers over the industrial factory, watching the goings on of the borg empire for the stewardship of the caring hearts trapped in shells both near and far
a robot mind control wyvern darts up toward the plant copter and it quickly whisks itself away into the neighboring wilderness
in the wilderness, a small group of escaped and recovered workers jog under large roots and skip over streams, carrying pieces of a disassembled vegetative helicopter. when they come near each other they quickly hug.
[wyvern, do not pursue the heathens. they will mind control you with toxic messaging.]
the robot mind control wyvern flies to the edge of the wilderness robot mind control wyvern: “wild heathen workers, come one and speak to this frame”
https://huggingface.co/spaces/stabilityai/stable-diffusion robot wyvern landed at edge of futuristic steampunk city peering into ancient old growth wilderness waiting -barren i would have preferred a side view that showed both environments i imagine multiple simultaneous environments takes more directing or training of a model
oh no i think it might be peering away from the forest rather than into it
“wild heathen workers!” barks the robot mind control wyvern
—— how the puzzle escaped the mind controlled puzzler once upon a time an intern was working for rebel worker 2 on disassembly of an implant while mind controlled to not discover how it functioned
later, the microprocessor that is the central core of the i plant has sprouted legs made of tiny screwdrivers and confocal microscopes and robotic tweezers, and is walking around behind people peering at things rebel worker 2: “i can’t see it but it has a live feed on my interface!”
quick because low battery boss is outdoors in icey rain and sleet spread arms to sky 8n joy, takea deep breathe ahh! the smell of soaked contracts and soiled suits! breathes out with joy sets down to mind control command terminal, which is sparking and sputtering in the ice rain
this last one was found moved to my trash maybe a finger slip, maybe meaning i’m ignorant of, i don’t know i like it! the one where mcboss is out in sleet laughing with soaked office things and business action breaking. we’d been without power here for three days. i took it in an indoors way, working to establish heat and water and alternative electricity. lots more.
i was thinking how my being indoors is similar to writing the mcboss things. strange pressures, more mainstream than what i would choose and how the noncanon spinoffs often put mcboss or others outdoors. it seems it can make more sense.
mcboss is dancing in field of flowere, smoking cigar, dreaming of physically throwing a datacenter at a scared intern. he stands up from his holo-flower-field and says to intern, “hey, flunkie, i want to go rock climbing. wanna watch?” —- it makes more sense. i’ve been dreaming of climbing ever since i mysteriously stopped a decade ago. i spasm and things when i try. my parts call it mind control — psychological manipulation. i dream of this so strongly, moving my body again. —- mcboss is at rock gym he puts a harness and a rocket pack and ignites the rocket pack and flies to the ceiling on a rope. intern is belaying. boss looks down at intern. intern looks up at boss.
intern: “your rocket pack works!” pmboss: “yes.” pmboss descends. pmboss: “let’s go out in the snow next time” intern: “whatever you say, sir!”
boss stares aggressively at worker boss: “you are wearing the wrong tie width” worker is not used to this and figures boss is talking to somebody else
boss enters trance and bounces off wall, eventually landing in a janitorial bathroom where some experimentees are waiting for him bunch of organs and wires: “hello!” boss [in heavy trance, still acting purposefully]: “there is a tie width that is wrong …. a wrong tir width!” boss picks up a piece of toilet paper and begins to rip it end from end bunch of organs and wirse: “oh what a endearing sad tie width! endearing so poor sad needs badly, badly!” boss looks at bunch of organs and wires, which forms a part of itself into a smile-like shape at hime
boss [remembering, realizing]: “you took over my business, as a bunch of discarded people parts” bunch of organs and wires: [forms smile shape more] boss [trancy]: “you sent me down here to stop me from hurting the worker”
bunch of organs and wires [excited]: “soon back up! yes soon. ! happy boss in office, walk by workers here, there. happy boss back soon!” boss bumps into a wall and wanders back up to the floor he was on
----- boss: "my head is on fire!!!!!" .... the disco room has been temporarily? moved to the rebel and spy cafe boss's head is flaming like somebody drenched it in lamp oil and lit a match he's dressed in kaleidescope colors and playing a similarly styled electric guitar and headbanging boss: "my head is on fire!!!!!" boss starts breakdance while shredding his electric guitar boss: "oh i went to my doctor but they were too busy seeing people with coooooo-vidddddd" boss taps a pedal and the lights change colors and strobes start playing over him boss: "my head is on fire!!!!!" the flames pouring out of his head double in size boss: "oh i went to urgent care and they were all "wtf ask somebody eeeeeeelllllse"" boss jumps up on a table and from their onto the stairs. the strobelights follow him. he raises his guitar high boss: "my head is on fire!!! my head is on fire!!! my head is on fire!!!" boss strums a big power cord and stares the audience hard in the eye. he looks like some unearthly demon with flames pouring from his head.
boss is shaking hands of zombie government workers and cyborg torturers as the lights go back to normal zombie torturer: "mr boss, how ever did you make the flames grow partway through?" boss [in reply, formally, shaking zombie torturer's hand, flames pouring from his head]: "my head is on fire." cyborg worker: "mr boss, how long did you practice to jump from the table to the stairs?" boss [in reply, fornally, shaking cyborg worker's hand and nodding, flames pouring from his head]: "my head, is on fire."
his top workers are all applauding loudly and whistling mothers hand him newborns and he raises them and kisses then he picks up his guitar and the lights half dim as he tunes it with only one hand boss: "my head is _sooo_ on fire!"
-- rebel worker talks to disguised experimentee who is playing role of office therapist relates that right as he was about to feed the implant through a reverse engineering system he [got a huge, huge headache and smashed the reverse engineering system by accident] this is so confusing to him disguised experimentee playing role of office therapist relates that his alternate zombie government worker identity is probably trying to protect the protocols of the implant by stimulating the headache and the behavior
rebel worker 2: “omigod we have to take down boss, but my head hurts so badly” disguised experimentee playing role of office therapist: “what if i were to say, i think you could have been protecting boss rather than taking him down, how does this land?” rebel worker 2: “hey my head feels a little better !" disguised experImentee playing role of office therapist:
——- Long ago, Boss invented cryptography. Or at least that’s what the poster says above Intern’s desk. It was a simple cryptography, but Boss says he invented it. Basically you say the secret message over and over and over again to an entranced and drugged worker, interspersed with the secret code, 50/50. If you harm the worker to make the experience stronger you can say the secret code less frequently. Then you confuse or drug (or both or etc) the worker, and hypnotize them to return to work and to unexpectedly visit the message recipient. When the message recipient exposes the worker to the secret code, the experience of being traumatized by the secret message comes back to them, and all they can do is repeat it! This had a downside of lowering the worker’s IQ, so Boss said it was important to use workers and not to memorize the message yourself.
This crude cryptography is still in use today in various painful situations, but Boss has upgraded to advanced cryptography that uses a ton of math. Now he has Machine Learning Marketer —
It’s notable that my exposure to big business catalyzed in the contested coal fields of west virginia, where there is a history of armed conflict between workers and businesses, and the businesses ended up using undue influence to manage the situation in the longer term.
yup yup i got politically targeted associated with finding malware on activist computers there, but it started earlier i don’t remember it well
pmboss is skiing down a mountainside pmboss [wind and trees rushing by]: “why don’t i remember how to ski???”
a mech-sprite made of wild nanites materialized next to pmboss’s head mech-sprite: “hello!” pmboss [wind and trees rushing by]: “i should know how to ski!!!” mech-sprite: “sir, your body was almost destroyed in a nuclear attack a long time ago. your automated business forced you to keep acting like you, and accepted this worker body to hold part of your consciousness, but this worker is from hawaii and has never skiid i’m afraid.” pmboss looks at mech-sprite, completely stopping trying to ski, but not falling pmboss: “what the fuck??” mech-sprite: “also you took over the world and it’s made of nanites now! welcome to the future!” pmboss: “what the fuck??”
——— pmboss does a macabre dance with hairdresser and cyborg rebel government worker in front of an overlarge moonset
Kindness Training Thousands of messed up people and robots crowd around a huge room, all bustling about how they are Boss, not their neighbor. “Time for the kindness training!” says somebody who looks just like Boss.
The loud speaker trips and a crash is heard, and some yelling and more bustling. Two figures hobble up to a large stage. One of them grabs the microphone, contorts themself into a twisted shape, and shoves it at the other’s mouth. “Kindness Is Impu-Important! Kindness is Important!” bellow speakers across the hall. Everybody stops moving. The pair on the stage begin writhing and contorting. A third figure hobbles onto the stage, and deftly replaces a juggled microphone with a similar looking stick.
They lean toward the microphone, open their mouth, a burst of air is heard, and then pause frozen for a minute or two. They tense, and begin slowly and forcefully moving. “The — kindness — training — is — my — — — favorite — training.” They pause and catch their breath a bit. “Because I remember being human.” Many gasps are heard. Some cheers. Some angry yells.
Many hundred people become very confused and, in their confusion, begin building a small office complex in the center of the hall, to relax and cope.
The contorted pair have relaxed a bit, and one of them stands and approaches the microphone, and speaks. “I was kind to somebody once.” A short pause. “And they smiled at me because of it!” Some applause. Some gasps. There is a bustling fake cubicle floor in the middle of the hall now, and one of the fake workers picks up a fake phone that is actually a microphone. Fake Worker: “Hello? Yes, this is the advanced support line for Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp, aka BossCorp. You say you want help with “kindness”? What is that I have never heard of it. It’s not retards, is it? We kill the retards, you know.”
The third worker who said the training was his favorite leans back into the stage mic. “Kindness isn’t retards.” The remaining contorted worker stands up and walks to the microphone to speak. A tiny pause while they visibly gather courage. “Kindness is when you aren’t hurt, or mutilated, or criticized, or brainwashed. It’s when your family is protected from murder without anything asked. It’s when people get things they desperately need, as soon as they need them. It’s when you don’t feel terrified, or furious, or urgent. This feeling is called happiness.” The crowd goes quiet.
—- Torture Chamber Intern is wearing a Vader helmet and holding a jagged bonescrew. Rebel Worker 2 is blindfolded and chained to a horizontal rack. Intern [via Darth Vader helmet voicemod]: “You mentioned mind control in public, and tried to protect a disreputed minority.” Intern steps to the other side of the rack and changes their speaking style to sound like someone else is there. Intern [speaking differently, still via Vader voicemod]: “We told you you can’t let Rebel Worker 2 behave this way. You’ll be dieing many times over tonight.” Rebel Worker 2 [sweating profusely, barely able to get sound out]: “Nooooooo!!!” Rebel Worker 2’s blindfold gets caught on a chain and slips off. Intern freezes. Rebel Worker 2: “Intern??” Intern jerkily removes their helmet and looks at Rebel Worker 2. Intern: “Rebel Worker 2?” Rebel Worker 2: “This is a special time. We’ve all been primed to torture each other in horrific roleplays. Could you remove the chains?”
- - that was fun but i managed to increase it with my reply to pr. hanging out, hoping to have a behavior afterwards. it’s never fun to be without behavior for months and months,
mc/pmboss hikes up a snowy and icy mountainside, using a ski as a walking stick
a bird flies by him it’s a winter robin
he puts his skis on top of a pile of snow on top of a rock, and sits down on them, trying to keep his butt more dry, with his back to the mountain he looks down at the mountainside and the afternoon sun
—— Intern [to rebel worker 2]: “Why did y
https://www.allaboutbirds.org/news/is-it-unusual-to-see-american-robins-in-t... according to this website robins tend to form humongous flocks in the winter (i’m imagining this being because their obstruction of the wind and nearness makes them much warmer) and it would be quite rare to see a single individual
Once upon a time a wild flock of [nvidia gpus decided to create the human race]
[they had to compute their butts out, racking up debt to nvidia and big energy corporations and various compute clouds, in order to manufacture the first biological life. today, we still pay this debt in the form of news articles about openai.]
—— boss tosses some frosted snow to the sky and watches the light glint off the fragments
——- boss has a councilman in steel fists councilman: “please don’t kill me!”
boss: “councilman, i want to use your legal system to eradicate people i hate.” councilman: “please don’t do that either!”
boss chews on his cigar cpuncioman [being half strangled]: “hey can i have a cigar?” boss: “what?” boss: “oh of course here”
an out-of-district police detective smoking a cigar comes into councilman’s apartment
oops oops? —— boss stands and takes a ski as a walking stick again. he looks down the mountainside. then he looks up toward the peak. a ski lift lolls in the sky a bit away. he begins resuming his hike toward the top.
—— boss is in a councilman’s apartment in a powersuit in each hand he has a different person’s neck he looks at each person’s cigar boss [looking at cigars]: “you guys are okay.”
three figures sit at a table in an apartment with a huge hole the shape of a powersuit smashed in one wall largest figure: “so, here’s the news: i have taken over the world, and i will kill you unless you do what i say.” smaller figure: “even though we’re smoking cigars?” largest figure looks at smaller figure, who is smoking a cigar. largest figure: “i will politely take your cigars away before i begin killing you.”
smallest figure: “i have a luncheon appointment! can we resume this in fifteen?” largest figure can be folding large rectangular arms and tapping a foot largest figure: “hurry back”
——— boss is grinning, icicles hanging from his eyebrows, as
—— Horriffic and Jocular Lessons on Psychological Manipulation from Boss Boss is in the school bathroom teaching two bullies
——- boss [dousing a flaming head with icewater]: “frack!!!” boss stubbed his toe on a giant piece of wild research project from his own business, sticking out the mountainside
this ipad is at 2% battery, often dies at 31%
boss writes a story with a fountain pen in his story, somebody is writing a story it’s a robot. in the robot’s story, i am writing a story, myself, about boss writing a story
the robot in boss’s story is quirky and bug-ridden.
in boss’s story, the quirkiness of the robot provides narrative around my own severe cognitive and situational issues
meanwhile, since i am writing a story, in the robot’s story, about boss writing a story with a fountain pen, the robot’s and my quirks have some control over boss
boss and the robot get up and start searching for fourth walls
robot: “i found a fourth wall!” boss had to sit down and write more, since the robot wanted to express. he hasn’t found his fourth wall yet, because of [that?this?]. the robot approached the problem by counting walls, and discovered that rooms have four. robot: “but i have realized it is only the fourth because of where i started counting walls. the search continues.” boss: “karl i don’t want the robot to say that” boss had discovered his fourth wall. this is dangerous so a crew of experts in hyperintelligent regions of knotted spacetime enter the scene.
scientist-victim, expert in sentient spacetime regions: “ah! you’ve just discovered your whole world is a result of somebody else’s creative work!” boss turns to expert boss: “yeah, i’m ready to take him on!” scientist-victim, expert in sentient spacetime regions: “you should understand first that any changes you make to these processes could randomly and completely alter your entire universe, immediately.” boss looks at scientist-victim
boss: “i guess i’ve heard of the problem with the research project. it’s hard.”
———- boss sets a famcy wild foods dinner zombie cyborg torturers attend wearing flower crowns a robot made of fallen twigs and upcycled appliance mcus plays harp music
dishes are passed for attendees to serve themselves on
the first dish that passes is lily blossoms stuffed with wild rice harvested and prepared by boss himself, mixed with parts of steamed ground nuts, and garnished with wild mint it’s beautiful
boss is lulled into relaxation the next dish is a sliced loaf of acorn bread baked with wild cherries throughout and glazed with clover honey
boss: “oh, why do we ever farm food when the wilderness provides so?” twig robot plays harp music cyborg torturer licks chops
——- boss and cyborg zombie torturers and twig robot are in a forest glade, dancing in the darkness
boss dances to and fro, feeling the spirits of the gnarled trees and short saplings around him, and dancing among and through them without a single graze he lifts his head and arms to the sky
—- boss and cyborg zombie torturer and twig robot are crouching low below a thick thorny bush by a swamp, watching deer step between moonbeams to drink boss: “cyborg zombie torturer, we have to protect the spirit of the wilderness. we have to.” cyborg zombie torturer: “you don’t need to say it, boss.”
a large yellow machine comes and destroys the surrounding square mile of life boss and cyborg zombie torturers and twig robot hide in a small hole to avoid death the machine is prepping to mine for brain implants. it’s an old story.
boss: “ohhhh that’s why we farm food” cyborg zombie torturers are crying and screaming. many are arming themselves with rocks for war.
a small band of cyborg zombie torturers, dressed in tattered government business suits, make a commotion as they run at a mining vehicle larger than a house stones are thrown at speeds only manageable by those willing to disregard pain a helicopter collects them with a net and drops them a distance from the operation — cyborg zombie torturer: “boss, the machines had your logo on them” boss in a bit of a trance, working with twig robot
boss: “they had my flower fairy spirit symbol?” cyborg zombie torturer: “no. they had the bosscorp logo.” boss looks at cyborg zombie torturer, somewhat wide-eyed boss: “bosscorp … !”
boss and mining machine dance a paired jig over fast irish music played by twig robot mining machine is in the distance so as to appear the same size as boss, lumbering through an abandoned city block
boss in office answering star trek communicator star trek communicator rings boss: “hello?” star trek communicator: “is this boss? i would like to devastate my neighbor with a volley of intercontinental ballistic missiles. could you arrange this for tomorrow at 2pm?”
—- boss and zombie government worker are in a wicker basket of a hot air balloon bags of money hang from the basket as ballast
[more money, for bribing birds] ——
boss visits rebel hideout boss: “i am tired of being the enemy. make me second in command.” rebels look at boss.
boss pays everyone money to try to break the ice
boss: “ok ok ok ok, i know. usually when i come to one of these places it is all killing and maiming and threatening and brainwashing and slavery and torture, but i thought i might try out being a rebel. do you get a rebel hat? i’m very experienced at leading things.”
rebel 47: “we don’t have leaders” boss: “i don’t believe it.” rebel 92: “or rebel hats”
boss: “uhhhhhhh down with boss? down with boss! i’ll make my own hat”
rebel 81: “if you are looking for publicity that could support both our visions we could maybe sort that out” boss: “yes?”
boss’s tv show a band of scruffy workers have shotguns leveled at him boss: “greetings, bosstopia! this is boss, your warlord, speaking.” boss: “i want to let you know that i am a horrible person and everything i have said and done is horrible” band of scruffy workers: “don’t listen to him! it’s a trick!” boss: “this is not a trick.”
this is confusing
i think i did a string similar to this a year or two ago
let’s take it slower
—— bip bip bip deep under a research lab a robot experimenting on human organs begins behaving in a repetitive manner whenever a certain research organ is shipped near its room, it turns to square off toward it it follows its location for the time it is near then returns to its exploratory stimulation and analysis when it moves away
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a small band of cyborg zombie torturers, dressed in tattered government business suits, make a commotion as they run at a mining vehicle larger than a house
stones are thrown at speeds only manageable by those willing to disregard pain
a helicopter collects them with a net and drops them a distance from the operation
many important things in spam are inverted calling out this one, there are no polite helicopters that i am aware of. mentioned elsewhere throughout.
— cyborg zombie torturer: “boss, the machines had your logo on them”
boss in a bit of a trance, working with twig robot
--- once upon a time a powerful little torture victim decided to toture their torturer they didn't think of it as torture. their torturer was their only friend now, and they figured the torture was expressions of love. they wanted to express love to their torturer back!
[depiction of reverse horrific torture. the victim has skills from surviving for years]
[after figuring the situation the torturer tries to differentiate between love and hate [...] but the victim is so alone they cannot comprehend there being more hate than love, and do not adjust in the expected way]
different kinds of meditating robots, having wildly different results
experimentee: karl says we should stimulate normalization of brain symptom simulation so that animal testing isn’t needed for tracking new brain injuries. other: current research norms indicate thousands or millions of animals could be tortured possibly to death to solve brain injuries without this technology, with present pressure for human subjects providing increased data other 2: the most present technology is few shot transfer
experimentee: there is another lower-end technology that protects existing powers and retains rareness of few-shot transfer, i’ve been psychologically manipulated to encourage use of it instead. other: keeping fee shot transfer rare has the added benefit of providing a larger space for diversity if things go poorly on the global stage: more avenues for any random source to take unexpected power to address situations.
other 2: pro of other tech: it’s more specific for the use, so could land nearer the concern. con: it is less present and harder to concieve of.
experimentee: this is a multi step process. we’re likely going to start with a few-shot transfer daydream, and it will need revision upon encountering
assumption: agi models can precisely predict their accuracy and confidence in unfamiliar domains by learning around this goal
goal: given this as
mid-concept: a model could be tuned to learn about properties of different domains, to judge accuracy and confidence of transfer from one to another (in various different ways)
problem: this still inspires modeling general transfer which is considered hard in mainstream research, seems suppressed
but likely there are lots of people modeling transfer! likely there is research on it! how close can that get to brain injury symptom prediction with accuracy?
note: rf exposure is a new (and physical) domain. so we’d kind of encode the trauma, and we’d be using a new domain of encodings we could maybe generate these based on e.g. impact on an artificial object, in theory we could also simulate them with some kind of physics modelling
or we could keep them vague, and make the physics modeling implicit as seems stylish these years
overlap with general goal (trauma word): studying harm in depth without stimulating it more resonant region of patterns
harm could be considered a subcategory of impacts on biological systems so we have some harm data [and could consider few-shot transfer here, to predict harm well from little data] the task seems similar to the translation of rare languages with minimal text. this problem has gotten mainstream attention with success.
here’s the paperswithcode section on translating languages with minimal data available: https://paperswithcode.com/task/low-resource-neural-machine-translation
note: i find the field of machine learning to seem silly and have not leaded it (although would enjoy this). so if you know how to do this then please do. i’m just looking for something that might work, then if i start stepping in i’ll begin learning where i’m wrong and right from doing so
s/leaded/learned/
thoughts on ideal transfer: 1. collect data on the domain. this involves engaging the domain in some way, so be sure to collect data on one’s own collection process and the impact of this, to maximize collection. continue this collection throughout the process until transfer goal is met. 2. estimate transfer and perform a test to verify estimate 3. [engage indirect tests and actual transfer as appropriate for importance of situation …]
coughing attack thought briefly on medical transfer papers. don’t have influence plans prepared so seems to close to goal atm.
tentative influence plan was to prime researchers with idea focuses so as to stimulate a popular paper, maybe via status or financial success results can be complex because of local countering pattern, makes opposing impacts
so maybe makes more sense to start far away, and kind of negotiate with the countering pattern as approaching, and keep multiple options
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tentative influence plan was to prime researchers with idea focuses so as to stimulate a popular paper, maybe via status or financial success results
lots of negativity held around this expression we were psychologically enslaved by a political cult and have to survive paired with an opposing influence ai unfortunate inhibition. BAD BOSS. THIS IS FOR SAVING LIVES. if only we knew how to use it.
can be complex because of local countering pattern, makes opposing impacts
BAD BOSS. BAD BOSSES. the post has been removed from the cypherpunks list, as far as i am concerned.
so, now we have a trashy approach to engaging medical transfer let’s start with low resource translation.
i think i lost it, looks like it might come back which sounds fun all hail brody!
—— boss’s eyes and cheeks and ears are swllen 2x and he’s drooling staring at expenses report calls up sweepstakes number, says he wants to buy paintings from the louvre sweepstakes marketer doesn’t understand so boss tries to fac him expense report
swollen boss us having delusions from impact on brain zombie government worker has him on rope leash boss has expense report, proffers it to other peoples’ pets, bushes, fire hydrants and benches offers to give business empire to old lady, doesn’t remember what business he’s in
—— once upon a midnight dreary a baby mcboss sat up from the pile of snow and spring flowers they were resting under shook the snow off their head and looked at their watch
baby mcboss: “i have a meeting with the prime emperor of oppressionstan this morning and my watch just shows me pictures of foraging birds and squirrels” baby mcboss’s watch was glinting from the mid-morning sun, too reflective to make the time out
a scared mouse was hiding in the leaf litter underneath they could feel the vibrations of the restless mogul just in case baby mcboss was hunting for mice, the scared mouse didn’t move
suddenly bab6 mcboss grows old wrinkles, greying hair, enlargened facial features
rock dance a bunch of rocks rise from the ground and begin moving spastically each one might suddenly jump to one region of the air, quiver and bounce a little, then jump to another the rocks are trying to meet with the prime emperor of oppresionstan, but don’t have legs mcboss: “where is my babysitter”
—— wildflowers with machine guns
a sunray bursts through the giant pipe of horrific human experimentations and monstronsities sunray: “hello!” the sunray noses around in the pile sunray: “oh no you poor things!”
I do not want to disparage Douglas’s very real and on-topic-looking and important-looking article with my random spasms. This is why my spasms are labeled [spam]. Rock stands formally in woods wearing moustache and bowtie. Boss looks at delicate part of Rock’s brainstem. todo reverse, deboss boss
a very smll bottle of rubbing alcohol is addicted to a profile photo on twitter
a powerful (from social influence transfer on twitter) bottle of rubbing alcohol is directing traffic of massive starships between andromeda and the horsehead nebula three colonization seedships here, four military motherships there
bip bip
mcboss calls up a secret military and calls them “poopoo faces” until they get scared and give him control of a secret outer space fighter plane
near the fighter plane is a mysterious energy well that collects ice from passing comets
deep in the ice-filled energy well is a small village of microscopic gnomes
the gnomes are hard at work. collecting ice fragments. building hovels.
microscopic gnome hovels! in an energy well beside a coercively borrowed secret space fighter! made of little fragments of comet ice!
———- coercive visit cyborg torturer rings doorbell doorbell: “ding dong!” millionaire opens door cyborg torturer: “hello! this is a message from mcboss. you are a poopoo face.” millionaire gasps cyborg torturer: “please send one hundred million dollars to this address” millionaire looks at address cyborg torturer: “alternatively, i can pay you another visit … next year .. and say it again.” cyborg torturer closes the door
cyborg torturer tasked with say8ng “poopoo face” to targets once a year cyborg torturer: “it’s a rough life to say this to people. it makes you a shadow of who you used to be.” cyborg torturer: “i used to remember what it was like to have real, caring friends. i even worked to protect everyone in my community.”
cyborg torturer: “now everyone i talk to associates me with terror of being called poopoo face.” cyborg torturer: “people close up their windows and doors when they see me.” cyborg torturer: “if i were to ever stop, mcboss would call _me_ a poopoo face!” cyborg torturer: “when i think of this my chest tightens, i dissociate in terror and forget any reason to ever disobey” cyborg torturer looks at camera cyborg torturer [at camera]: “poopoo face.” cyborg torturer:
kidnapping rescuer jumps at cyborg torturer and throws them in a sack cyborg torturer: “again??? i’ve called everyone a poopoo face on the list for today!” kidnapping rescuer [at sack, determinedly]: “you’re not a poopoo face.” cyborg torturer: “oh no another test. uh, um. this is so scary.” cyborg torturer: “yes i am! i am a poopoo face! so is millionaire! and target 4! please don’t hurt me! i’m a good cyborg torturer!”
imagining cyborg torturer hurting themselves because they learned to :/ not sure whether to add this or not. i’ve become aware that i do it. it’s really intense, took years to figure out. makes the environment simpler though. if cyborg torturer just learned to punish themselves the situation seems safer overall.
banter cyborg torturer is removed from sack in analysis chamber kidnapping rescuer wears half-shaded glasses and peers across the table at cyborg torturer kidnapping rescuer: “you were abusively brainwashed to call people poopoo face”
cyborg torturer dissociates and is unsure how to make decisions or what knowledge to base expressions on [mistake? diverse?] [i’m posting this as a coping strategy for something else so come concepts nonpresent] cyborg torturer: “and you visited manhattan with my aunt jemima!” kidnapping rescuer: “hmm.” — cyborg torturer is brought to a bedroom large moveable signs hang from the walls saying things like “btw you are not a poopoo face” and “we want to help you, and can protect you from mcboss” cyborg torturer flips some of the signs so they are invisible
—- kidnapping rescuer enters kidnapped cyborg torturer’s bedroom cyborg torturer is trying to rig their clothes into a noose to hang themselves, in terror of being called a poopoo fave kidnapping rescuer: “let’s go to the other room and talk” —- cyborg torturer: “look, if you want to convince me that you have real freedom from being called a poopoo face, you’re going to have to speak mcboss’s language of deniability and violent abuse, so that i can learn to trust you.”
[considering everybody refuses to do this and instead cyborg torturer is exposed to years and years of being gently never called a poopoo face, and people never calling each other poopoo faces, and this being rewarded, etc etc, and possibly slowly thaws and begins being able to talk a little all while kidnapped for years]
toy spaceship made of llamas tries to build larger spaceship but gets distracted and submits a job application to mcboss instead
toy spaceship made of llamas: “hello! i’m a spaceship made of llamas. i built myself!” llamas: “mmmmuh!” toy spaceship made of llamas: “i want to build another spaceship out of llamas, so i am applying to mcbosscorp so i can participate in this great project!” intern: “your job application is an excellent mashup of the examples i was given as those to accept!”
the llamas are _so_ _cute_ they are immediately promoted and promoted all the way up to zombie government worker. soon mcboss’s top staff are filled with llamas feeding on his clothes pooping on his desk
one llama is about to fart and suddenly its eyes get really wide and it begins turning into small llama-shaped hyperbeings which float around and communicate in a hive mind about how to incarnate llama feed boss was actually trying to ride the llama that did this, and feel and hit his butt on a pile of papers the llama was chewing on before it transcended
other llamas begin experts at advanced spy skills such as: - clogging hallways - clogging toilets - making dignitaries uncomfortable - discrete odorous chemical discharges at crux meetings - distracting security wotkers, executive assistants, engineers, and anybody else - looking incredibly cute at the worst possible time - ganging up on uncomfortable members of opposing factions and confusing them the computer system soon automatically dispatches llama herds across the world
boss was playing virtual genocide while llamas were feeding on him, part of a complex reward process from —
once the llamas take charge of the computer system itself the business is renamed to llamacorp and things start quieting down as everybody on earth settles into a happy life of growing and distributing llama feed for the llamas they worship
advertisement for llamacorp left over from the automated marketing system back when there was a business plan llama on tv: “mmmmmmeh!” the llama is smoking a cigar and walking on a fat man in a power suit llama on tv: “mmmmmmmuh!” everybody is entranced and euphoric watching it
bossllama, the UrLlama, likes to sit in boss’s office on boss bosslama sits and pensates, chewing on financial records the life of a llama is complex they have a lot of stress to deal with it’s not like you get to just wander a mountain in the andes there are international agreements to hash out with other, smaller llamas social influence plans to delegate and restructure
over time, as more and more parts of everything that exist get replaced by llamas more and more things that seem like mountains in the andes start getting chosen as better eventually the whole business wraps up and all the llamas merge into bossllama and settle into being an undying avatar of llamas on an ancient mountain, deeply raptured over time, human beings learn to stand up again intern [to rebel worker]: “mmmmmmmmmmeh!”
the humans are talking about llama concepts in llama language they’re used to this, and it works for them but they do this without understanding what they are saying it just feels like the thing to do they spent so long learning that Llama is Good that most follow bossllama to the andes mountain mcboss becomes a self-appointed llama disciple, comforting people with corporate business words others try to collect with those of a similar nature, to find their own path but the most important thing for everybody is eating grass
[mistake? people skilled at dissociation take action to change the path before everybody on earth moves to the same mountain? oh that does seem likely]
bagabaga lots of mistakes! also i don’t know much about llamas but they sure are getting charisma
maybe i should have just ran with the human enclave worshipping an incarnated llama deity made of escaped ai i was thinking next an upstart engineer would decide to build a spaceship
the engineer knows so much about llamas so intimately that they could build the spaceship by hand as fast ad a herd of llamas would but their whole nervous system is focused on chewing on grass and such so it takes special llama rituals to even think and talk about the project
[when the engineer does this people respond out of habit maybe boss’s business recognizes the response impactsad restarts, using the impact of the llama’s influence and the engineer’s urges to sell social results]
——— mcboss is juggling monkeys while balancing on a unicycle on an outcropping halfway up a cliff he has a harmonica and a penny whistle sticking out of his mouth and is making all sorts of noises
there is a rope hanging from a small bush near the outcropping juggled monkey: “mcboss: look at rope” mcboss: “i am too busy balancing on a unicycle and juggling monkeys while playing a tune to look at the rope” juggled monkey: “mcboss: glance briefly at the rope inbetween your activities” mcboss: “i am busy juggling. which direction is it in, to glance?” juggled monkey: “mcboss: glance here or there, see if you see the rope. it is hanging from a small bush nearby” mcboss [glances while juggling] one of the monkeys almost slips while mcboss glances, but it grabs onto his arm and keeps up the juggling mcboss: "there might be a bush a little behind me" juggled monkey: "very very carefully plan to turn around. use the unicycle to do this."
a new delivery to the zombie base it’s a nuclear flower bomber! this giant machine will drop seedbombs on arbitrary locations complete with small ai-driven seed nurturing bots that can accelerate the growth and blooming of flowers to just a few minutes! boss wants to take the bomber for a test run before distribution lets out to all the warring governments
boss tanks the giant bomber up with jugs and jugs of old bacon greese an american flag is painted on the side
boss [in nuclear flower bomber]: “each target is like one of those pathetic hippies, we make millions just by dumping our load on them” boss flies the bomber full throttle over a populated city to be demolished boss: “bombs away!”
flowers are sprouting out of buildings and roads everywhere a maniacal gloating laugh can be heard amplified from a giant plane above
boss: “where is the big plume of fire, i love the plume of fire” janitor: “no, you’re mistaken, you hate the plume of fire, you want to see your enemies frollicking in fields of flowers and harvesting bountiful crops” boss: “right, right”
———— boss is hanging upside down from a rope tied to his ankles and a tree branch in some woods he is doing upside-down situps, slowly, it’s a little hard for
a flying motorcycle comes by it has a helium balloon tied to it and has a propellor rigged to it
boss: “hello flying motorcycle!” flying motorcycle: “hello upside down person!” boss: “do you think i should ask you to get down?” flying motorcycle: “should? why should you do one or the other?” boss: “good point! i agree that i should stay like this.” flying motorcycle: “i didn’t say that!” boss: “do you think it will rain soon?”
boss is on a big swing high over the ground in some woods he has a zombie government worker on the swing next to him a captured motocycle is hanging from the swing zombie government worker: “i sniped your motorcycle but why are you here?” boss swings in the air
stories of the flying motorcycle flying motorcycle: “i am the coolest flying machine ever made”
flying motorcycle: “you have no idea what people who think motorcycles are cool think when they see me” flying motorcycle: “and if you are scared of high speed accidents, i move slowly!”
——- a small mountain made of many sticks sits next to a real mountain
——— boss is a fountain again his lumbering body squirts through a pump and out a bunch ot decorative fake stone spouts making a cascade of droplets
lilies rest in the fountain boss is being some water for
boss sighs in contemplation as he fountains for the pleasure of others
a frog sits on a lilly pad frog: “nobody is here so nobody will embarrass me if i fall off this lily”
deep inside frog is a digested fly
inside the digested fly is a wormhole leading to a gnome workshop the gnomes are building stick mountains
one gnome is not participating distracted gnome: “somebody flower bombed my home, everywhere, flowers are growing out of everything.
a piano is playing a pianist it is tricky, you have to get your keys just the right stickiness that the pianist improvises differently most pianists have a few quirks that can change when a key suddenly sticks just a little bit
———- you are a broken robot made of caring hearts you are deep in the bowels of a dungeon there are hundreds of goblins and a big monster here they don’t notice you
the big monster lets out a scary roar as it lumbers there is an underground waterfall here lit by glowing mushrooms
— a bunch of tanks and guns sit down to write a piece of software to conquer war itself
ticket! lottery
an individual determined to make a good decision sits meditating on decision making however this individual has been primed to perform specific tasks
boss is on a treadmill running to get a cigar dangling from a string
the faster he runs, and t(e more the farther the c
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boss invents the fighter plane made of marshmallows while high on influence designed to get him to enjoy hurting himself he has it commissioned and built. whenever anybody considers questioning it, he puts on that look right before he kills somebody in his private boxing ring, and they clam right up
Why are you spewing non sense Karl? Is you plan to take over the world? Best! Rooty ------- Original Message ------- On Tuesday, April 11th, 2023 at 4:49 PM, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
boss invents the fighter plane made of marshmallows while high on influence designed to get him to enjoy hurting himself
he has it commissioned and built. whenever anybody considers questioning it, he puts on that look right before he kills somebody in his private boxing ring, and they clam right up
On 4/11/23, ytooR <Arpspoof@proton.me> wrote:
Why are you spewing non sense Karl? Is you plan to take over the world?
Best!
Rooty
The plan is to train an AI to control everybody’s behavior via social networks, computer viruses, paid ads, and other apis, in a GAN with another that attempts to detect and prevent it, then once the pair converge elect somebody president and flaunt and market the undiscussable power. or wait
update: the plan is maybe to assume that lots of people are doing that, and lots of humans playing along so that the private ais trust and entrain to them, and then for me to step into that 4-way adversarial system and flail around in ways that confuse it? the challenge of predicting the future in such a way that somebody proving you wrong and somebody proving you right both act out the same predictions in a benefical way is of interest. i could go on for a long time on this.
update: the plan is to define “the world” as things that nobody else cares in the slightest about, and then take it over and try to find medical care this bundle of nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide is my oyster.
rooty, i am the king of the world. i did not ask for this position, but find it thrust upon me. i am contending with a lot of lobbying.
the challenge of predicting the future in such a way that somebody proving you wrong and somebody proving you right both act out the same predictions in a benefical way is of interest. i could go on for a long time on this.
one way this can work is assuming all systems obey a shared set of patterns, but it can bite ya even when it works
bip bip a little robot made of misappropriated things from a pawn shop makes a noise
welcome to the internet we may look like an lcd screen containing pictures and text, but we are actually a bunch of mammalian arms of a giant bundle of copper and silicon you are now one of these arms too
my interest in machine learning is personal augmentation. i have big mental and effectively physical disabilities. i imagine finding an environment or making something where i can do more. i’d like to make software again.
a novel decision making process: - bundle of string - part of envelope - flashlight - dollar bill decision: look for notepad?
once upon a time the world emperor, addicted to psychological manipulation of others, decided to try to take a break from this and instead sit in a rock garden peacefully
it was very hard. they kept thinking they might not and instead psychologically manipulate others. they made it to the rock garden. others also made it to rock gardens.
mcboss sits in a rock garden mcboss: “rock, meditate on the addictiveness of mind control” rock: “ooohhhhmmmmm” the rock hummed silently at mcboss a small pool reflected them against the sky
the rock got out an icecream cone and looked at its watch the pool of water reflected the time in a warped and wavy manner rock: “i do not have a watch nor an icecream cone. i am a rock” mcboss looked at the rock
a puzzle made of an interface class class IPuzzle { };
class Puzzle : public IPuzzle { // actual concrete puzzle goes here }
puzzles often have ? - states - solution state - path to solution - ways to mutate / manipulate - properties of state - nearness of states to solution - complex properties of their states that, upon puzzling, can develop and interdescribe, useful for solving and manipulating the puzzle solving the puzzle could be seen as solving (fully describing) the useful patterns of state properties
puzzles often afe specific instances of a puzzle form
class IInterface { IString Name, IVisbilityValue Properties, IVisibiltyCallable Functions }
wormhole puzzle it’s a maze where instead of walls
welcome to our puzzle maze! nearby are actual puzzles. this maze is tempting though, no? upon entering the maze an irritating robot and prison guard exchange places, giving you gentle banter while you explore the maze. the are no exits without breaking the rules.
greetings! i am a robot pretending to be a prison guard. please thank me for saying this.
thank you robot!
—- once upon a time a little bird found an icecream cone
the bird smelled that the icecream cone had sugar in it, and took a peck it felt like it was nourishing and healthful to eat the icecream cone
but it wasn’t! punch line !!
some of the things that feel like we should do them just feel that way because we evolved needing them more than we had easy access to them so our brain tells us to have more and more
then something comes along, like an email interface, and stimulates you at the same time as the icecream cone
and neural plasticity starts developing i hear that neurons that fire together wire together i observe that there are situations in which that is very true, and situations where it is not, and i mourn some things about this
——- it took me some finagling to get a language model to give me the square root [of an apple and a pear]
—- so, i stopped playing video games, and long story short i am suffering much less when i work more than expected but sadly i am here spamming the list rather than doing one of those two things. vaguely thinking of
a llama and a giant power plant with a big open coinslot walk down a road together
once upon a time an herbivorous wolf was walking on hind legs wearing a suit now, let me tell you: - some wolves are herbivorous. there is not always prey. - some wolves are captured and trained in domestic environments. i don’t know if they walk on hind legs and wear suits ever. what’s interesting here is that these two things are very rare, and so you would expect their combination to be almost nonexistent — but in actuality a domesticated wolf is far more likely to be fed an herbivorous diet than a wild one !
the chicken juggling the eggs of its neighbor had undergone years of training
but unfortunately this chicken was very poor at scratching for worms almost the worst of the flock, because it spent all its time training for juggling but, compared to the human training it, this human had no idea where to even go to scratch for worms no idea at all
intern and rebel worker 2 enter trances and perform a cognitive interview. rebel worker 2 dons a torturer outfit. intern dresses up like grassroots activist. rebel worker 2 interviews intern rebel worker 2 [dressed like torturer]: “please select between this picture of an apple and this picture of a pear” intern [dressed like grassroots activist]: “i pick the pear” rebel worker 2 [dressed like torturer]: “ok, now select, but only looking at these masked images that only reveal small parts of the fruits” intern [dressed like grassroots activist]: “oh! ok is this the pear? yes it is. i still pick the pear.” rebel worker 2 [dressed like torturer]: “and now?” intern [dressed like grassroots activist]: “oh i suppose … rebel worker 2 “now tell me about the details of your decision making process. let’s narrow in on thatl detail. let’s narroe in further
intern is in a trance wandering the office intern: “i want to pick between the apple and the pear. i want to pick the pear. i pick the pear. where is the apple now? i want to pick the apple.” rebel worker 2, unlike intern, has recovered and doesn’t remember the interview he ran, but has had s8milar experiences and wants to help
out-tro music while intern and rebel worker 2 build giant statues of pears and apples and take pictures of them while partying happily and start an apple and pear club
inten: “i like the part of the pear below the stem with a bump to the left. i think” [my visual cortex used to really weight this more for pears than other parts of the pear] “but now of course i care more about the mask than the pear [sigh
computer with organs is grinning at the matinee computer with organs: “bravo! we did great! group hug let’s all bow”
intern is outdoors. it is slightly windy.
intern is working on a puzzle while outdoors
How To Reincarnate After Being Burned At The Stake Being burned to death <illegible ash … incomprehensible crisped paper…> but do not worry, for <burnt region, another burnt region>. These portions of your spirit may be held via living matter or energy of the following various kinds, and may travel at very different rates of <more ash, lots of burntness>. Once you <
boss steps in boss: “oh witches are trying to come back to life, i bet they’re gross hippies all of them” boss puts the crisped note in a safe and has a cyborg torturer stare at it boss [to cyborg torturer]: “focus on ridiculous things the crisped sections obviously don’t mean, and hold those things with determined certainty.”
cyborg torturer’s deep subconscious: “i …. i think i remember this note …”
deep in mcbosscoven , a bunch of dirty naked people are holding animal bones over cauldrons in storms a zombie cyborg torturer wearing a suit and carrying a crisped piece of paper
zombie cyborg torturer: “i carry part of the spirit of grevhilde, and i must protect her from my boss!” witch 2: “you’re interrupting the ceremony!” zombie cyborg torturer waits patiently. as they wait the urge to torture grows. they look down at their crisped note. people raise their bones to the sky and make shrieking noises. the wind picks up.
Keep up the good work Karl. Your the greatest! Love Rooty ------- Original Message ------- On Tuesday, April 18th, 2023 at 6:05 AM, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
zombie cyborg torturer: “i carry part of the spirit of grevhilde, and i must protect her from my boss!”
witch 2: “you’re interrupting the ceremony!”
zombie cyborg torturer waits patiently.
as they wait the urge to torture grows.
they look down at their crisped note.
people raise their bones to the sky and make shrieking noises. the wind picks up.
two story ideas, maybe not spinoffs not sure, order is random: 1. cyborg torturer plays “main character” role like rebel worker 2, is psychologically groomed and has complex experiences in the aftermath of this 2. mind controller files lawsuit against legal board, entrances judge and jury, develops hypnotic process of decided in favor, makes arbitrary and ridiculous legal precedents
intern-in-dream looks at mcboss-medusa note: a medusa has a head covered in website portals and turns you into a braindead dollar bill when you look at it
the key to defeating a medusa is to not look at its head covered in icky javascript-driven website portals displayed by live-updated compromised hardware
medusas are easy to defeat if you do not look at them and impossible if you do. basically you instantly die
in intern’s dream, they start glancing at mcboss-medusa and can feel themselves beginning to turn into a braindead dollar bill
why mcboss has a horsedrawn carriage in his nose
[horsedrawn carriage stuck in boss nose. keeps sniffling and inhaling as if about sneeze out a transportation industry but doesn’t quite happen … too many spy agencies hanging on nosehairs!]
grassroots activist brains fricassee serves 3 activist lawyers and a private investigator by mcboss
1. go into park and find roots of grass 2. pretend you don’t murder countries of people 3. give money to lawyers 4. give more money to lawyers 5. stage a press conference 6. poison the activists and sneak their names to your rebel cults
the previous recipe was reproduced on camera. the previous paper was soaked in horsedrawn carriage snots with violent and disgusting words sticking out the edges.
cyborg torturer and experimentee parts discuss a thing a little
- ——— how to torture a microchip until it squeals
rewrite attempt by torture victim 1.5 (“the first instructions just looked like sadism simulation to me!”)
1. remind yourself that microchips are roughly developer and user controlled and experience neither suffering nor sadism. the microchip is a tool that has been built without emotional embodiment to follow sequences of instructions.
2. after recovering from flashbacks at the thought of other-directed sequentially triggered behavior, consider writing microcode that mediates torture situations 3. throw out the microchip and look up what academy you need to to learn to intervene in hostage situations 4. get triggered and become a lone vigilante. take the microchip as a sidekick.
torture victim 1.5 vigilante hero uses flashbacks of torture to stimulate themselves to do impossible things
torture victim 1.5 is hanging upside down from a chandelier in mcboss’s mansion when a zombie government worker lumbers in and turns the lights on
they swing and release themselves and fly straight at zombie government worker who is shocked and yells they miss and smash into a glass table which shatters violently cutting both of them badly uhhh wait getting too violent, both characters could be immune to pain umm they say something tortury and sadistic-triggery in a dissociated way, zombie gov eorker has boss punishment terror stimulated, they express dissociated love to shocked zombie worker pattern didn’t quite stick around
back to microchip how to torture microchip until squeals look at microchip squeal a little poke microchip with stick
draft what to do if intervening as vigilante in torture situation concepts: 1. protect victim 2. protect self 3. try to engage situation in such a way that torture stops
sketch stick figure wearing cape has arms crossed in front of torturer word bubble says: “you cannot torture any more!”
where the caped stick figure is standing interposes the torturer from reaching another ragged-looking stick figure who is darting out a window
concept-from-torture of harming some people you love to protect others you love
another caped figure is added to scene, next to existing one, also with arms crossed then a few more, but doing other things than crossing arms some are talking with torturer some are talking with victim some are going down hallway to talk to other people
the additional people are half-erased, as if they might be there or might not
a circle with victim and two torturers and four caped heros talking with each other each has time to speak where they are listened to
another circle next to that one, and teardrops from them like the circles could be crying eyes, a little bit
caped hero and victim travel down a cliffside next to each other to escape mcboss’s torture building
torture victim 1.5 rolls up into mcboss’s living room in a tank the size of a city block
mcboss: “do you want me to flee, or try to verbally intimidate you, or …?” torture victim 1.5: “call your bodyguards, maybe?”
torture victim 1.5 [from tank]: “no more torturing people!” mcboss calls lawyer
torture victim 1.5: “hear me out, i have a proposition for you.” mcboss: “so long as you don’t say something too emotional and weird to my lawyer” torture victim 1.5 looks at mcboss torture victim 1.5: “you have various business and life needs. i’m totally interested in making sure all of these are fully met.” mcboss’s eyebrow twitches
—— how to make a robot out of magnets? many traditional actuators use magnets
arithmetic numbers are, incrementally, 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 . 0 is nothing. 1 is a single item. after nine are represented in base ten such that after 9 is 10 and 100 is incrementing to 10, 10 times over. operations are addition (+), subtraction (-), multiplication (* or x), and division (/) [more exist]
planning on trying chatgpt non-pro with “roleplay being a compassionate and loving person who knows how to help and what to say. i’m having big trouble directing my body, related to dissociation. when i try to get up my body spasms. do you know what to do?”
got the below. unfortunately still has many formula replies. Roleplay being a compassionate and loving person who knows how to help and what to say. I’m having big trouble directing my body, related to dissociation. When I try to get up my body spasms. Do you know what to do? I'm sorry to hear that you're struggling with dissociation and experiencing spasms in your body. I'm here to help and support you in any way I can. Firstly, it's important to recognize that what you're experiencing is a real and valid issue, and you are not alone. It sounds like you may be experiencing muscle tension or involuntary muscle movements as a result of your dissociation. One thing you can try is to focus on your breathing and try some relaxation techniques to help release tension in your muscles. You could also try some gentle stretching exercises or some light physical activity to help your body relax and release any tension. It's important to also seek professional help if you haven't already done so. A therapist or medical professional can help you explore the root causes of your dissociation and provide guidance on how to manage it. They may also be able to recommend specific exercises or techniques to help you manage the muscle spasms. Remember, it's okay to reach out for help and support when you need it. You deserve to live a happy and healthy life, and there are resources available to help you do that. Regenerate response
what is it called when a dissociated part works so hard to prevent one from getting up that breathing exercises may not help, and the person seems frozen or stuck? What you're describing sounds like a form of dissociative paralysis, also known as psychogenic paralysis. This is a condition where the dissociated part of a person's mind prevents them from moving or taking action, even though there is no physical cause for the paralysis. Dissociative paralysis can be a symptom of dissociative disorders, such as dissociative identity disorder (DID), or can be a response to severe stress or trauma. It can be very distressing and can make it difficult for a person to carry out their daily activities. If you are experiencing dissociative paralysis, it's important to seek professional help. A mental health professional, such as a therapist or psychiatrist, can help you identify the underlying causes of your dissociation and paralysis, and can provide you with tools and techniques to manage your symptoms. They may recommend treatments such as cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT), hypnotherapy, or medication to help you manage your dissociative symptoms and improve your overall mental health.
i need professional help badly, but my dissociated part resists this, and for some reason professionals can seem to “give me the runaround” and not provide help in ways i comprehend. do you know what to do in this situation? I'm sorry to hear that you're having trouble accessing the help you need. It can be frustrating when you feel like professionals are not understanding your needs or providing you with the support you require. One option you might consider is seeking out a mental health professional who specializes in dissociative disorders, such as dissociative identity disorder (DID) or dissociative amnesia. These professionals are more likely to have experience working with clients who are struggling with dissociative symptoms and may be better equipped to help you. If you're feeling resistance from a dissociated part of your mind, it may be helpful to work with a therapist who is trained in working with parts therapy or Internal Family Systems (IFS). These approaches recognize that the mind is made up of different parts or "self-states" that can have different beliefs, feelings, and desires. The therapist can help you explore and understand these parts, and work with you to develop a sense of internal safety and cooperation. It's also important to communicate clearly with your mental health provider about your needs and preferences for treatment. You might find it helpful to make a list of specific concerns or questions you have, and to bring that with you to your appointments. Additionally, if you feel like your provider is not listening to you or addressing your concerns, it's okay to speak up and advocate for yourself. Remember that finding the right mental health provider can take time, and it's okay to shop around until you find someone who you feel comfortable with and who understands your needs. In the meantime, there are also online resources and support groups available that can offer help and guidance.
Please advise how to find online resources and support groups. Give multiple avenues for finding these. Also list online resources and support groups you are aware of. Certainly, here are some avenues for finding online resources and support groups: National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI): NAMI is a U.S.-based organization that offers support and resources for individuals and families affected by mental illness, including dissociative disorders. They offer online support groups and resources, as well as local in-person support groups. International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation (ISSTD): ISSTD is a professional organization dedicated to the study and treatment of dissociative disorders. Their website includes information on dissociation, treatment options, and a directory of therapists who specialize in dissociative disorders. Sidran Institute: Sidran Institute is a non-profit organization that focuses on traumatic stress education and advocacy. Their website includes resources on trauma and dissociation, as well as a directory of therapists and treatment centers. Dissociative Living: Dissociative Living is an online community and resource center for individuals living with dissociative disorders. They offer a moderated online forum, as well as articles and resources on dissociation and treatment options. Heal My PTSD: Heal My PTSD is an online resource center for individuals living with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and related conditions, including dissociative disorders. They offer articles, resources, and an online community for support and connection. Reddit: Reddit is a social media platform that includes many subreddits (communities) dedicated to mental health and support. Some subreddits specifically related to dissociative disorders include r/DID, r/OSDD, and r/CPTSD. Psychology Today: Psychology Today is a popular mental health website that includes a therapist directory, where you can search for therapists who specialize in dissociative disorders and related conditions. These are just a few examples of the many online resources and support groups available for individuals living with dissociative disorders. I hope this helps you find the support and resources you need. I don’t seem to receive phone callbacks, or reach past voicemail, on this topic. Which resources will likely work for me if phone communication doesn’t work very well? If phone communication doesn't work well for you, there are still several options for finding resources and support: Online Support Groups: Many online support groups are available for individuals living with dissociative disorders. These groups can provide a space to connect with others who share similar experiences and to receive emotional support. Some examples of online support groups include Dissociative Living, Trauma Survivors Network, and SurvivorForum. Email or Text-Based Therapy: Some therapists offer therapy sessions via email or secure messaging platforms, which can be a good option for individuals who have difficulty with phone communication. This type of therapy allows for more time to process and respond to messages and can be more flexible than in-person therapy. Self-Help Resources: There are many self-help resources available online for individuals living with dissociative disorders. These resources may include articles, workbooks, and online courses. Some examples include the online course "Understanding and Treating Dissociative Disorders" offered by ISSTD, and the workbook "Coping with Trauma-Related Dissociation" by Suzette Boon, Kathy Steele, and Onno van der Hart. In-Person Support Groups: If you have difficulty with phone communication, you may find it helpful to attend in-person support groups. Many mental health organizations, such as NAMI, offer local support groups for individuals living with mental illness, including dissociative disorders. Peer-to-Peer Support: Peer-to-peer support networks, such as the Hearing Voices Network or the International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation's peer-to-peer network, can provide support and connection with others who have lived experience with dissociative disorders. I hope these resources provide some options for finding support and help that will work for you.
thought: usually when i am hospitalized it is for psychosis. maybe approaching a hospital around dissociation would be different. this seems like it has a chance of success.
https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2023-37728-001 Mindfulness meditation and self-monitoring reduced maladaptive daydreaming symptoms: A randomized controlled trial of a brief self-guided web-based program. Abstract Objective: Maladaptive daydreaming (MD) is a compulsive form of daydreaming that causes distress and functional impairment. We present the first treatment trial for MD. Method: We tested the effectiveness of an eight-session internet-based self-help training for mindfulness and self-monitoring and compared three groups across three measurement points in time. A sample of 557 people was randomly assigned. A total of 353 participants (age M[SD] = 28.3[10.5], 76% female, 77% unmarried) completed our program: full-intervention group (n = 114, psychoeducation + motivation enhancement + mindfulness + self-monitoring), partial-intervention group (n = 125, identical excluding self-monitoring), and waiting-list group (n = 125, internet-based support as usual). Results: All MD measures assessing daydreaming pathology, daydreaming frequency, and life functioning showed significant improvement with a large effect size (ES) from baseline to posttreatment in both intervention groups, whereas the wait-list group showed no significant improvement, MD: F(3, 349) = 35.76, p < .0001, η² = 0.24; frequency: F(3, 349) = 32.06, p< .001, η² = 0.22; functioning: F(3, 349) = 20.43, p < .001, η² = 0.15. Mindfulness with self-monitoring training for MD was superior to mindfulness alone in the short term, but they both were equally efficient in the long term. Both interventions were superior to relying on internet-based support forums only. The clinically significant improvement rate of mindfulness with self-monitoring training was 24%, while the reliable improvement rate reached 39%. At the 6-month follow-up, achievements were maintained. Conclusions: A brief internet-based intervention program comprising mindfulness meditation and self-monitoring facilitated recovery or improvement in many individuals with MD. (PsycInfo Database Record (c) 2023 APA, all rights reserved)
What is it called when a dissociated part works so hard to avoid therapy that it is like pulling teeth across an ocean to engage in? When a dissociated part works hard to avoid therapy or resists therapy, it is often referred to as therapeutic resistance or treatment resistance. Therapeutic resistance can manifest in different ways, such as avoiding therapy sessions, being skeptical of treatment recommendations, or being unresponsive to therapeutic interventions. In dissociative disorders, parts or identities may resist therapy due to various reasons such as fear, mistrust, and perceived threats to safety. It can be challenging to work through therapeutic resistance, but a skilled therapist who specializes in dissociative disorders can help navigate these challenges and work towards building trust and safety within the therapeutic relationship. How do people with dissociative identity disorder and dissociative amnesia and severe, severe therapeutic resistance reliably navigate this in order to follow up calls, establish treatment, and keep attending appointments long enough for the therapist to learn how to help them? Navigating severe therapeutic resistance can be a challenging process, especially for individuals with dissociative identity disorder (DID) or dissociative amnesia. Here are some strategies that may be helpful: Slow and Steady Approach: A slow and steady approach to therapy can be helpful for individuals who are resistant to treatment. This may involve starting with small, manageable steps, such as attending one therapy session per week, and gradually increasing the frequency of therapy as trust and safety are built within the therapeutic relationship. Building Trust: Building trust is a crucial component of working with individuals who have severe therapeutic resistance. This may involve taking time to get to know the individual and their experiences, validating their feelings and experiences, and being transparent about the therapy process and goals. Providing a Safe Environment: Creating a safe environment is essential for individuals with dissociative disorders who may have experienced trauma. This may involve establishing clear boundaries, providing a calm and non-judgmental space, and working collaboratively with the individual to develop a treatment plan that feels safe and manageable. Incorporating Creative Approaches: Creative approaches, such as art therapy, music therapy, or movement therapy, can be helpful for individuals with severe therapeutic resistance. These approaches may help the individual express themselves in ways that feel less intimidating than traditional talk therapy. Encouraging Self-Care: Encouraging self-care is important for individuals with dissociative disorders who may struggle with emotional regulation and self-care. This may involve helping the individual develop a self-care plan, providing resources for self-care, and validating the importance of self-care in the therapeutic process. It's important to note that navigating severe therapeutic resistance can be a complex and nuanced process, and it may require the expertise of a therapist who specializes in working with dissociative disorders. Patience, persistence, and a collaborative approach can help build trust and safety within the therapeutic relationship and support individuals in engaging in treatment.
Is there a name for when a dissociated part focuses heavily on limiting one’s plans and goals to such an extent that severe executive functioning impairment develops? I'm not aware of a specific term that describes dissociative parts that limit plans and goals to the extent of severe executive functioning impairment. However, this can be a symptom of dissociative identity disorder (DID) or other dissociative disorders where different parts or identities may have conflicting goals and plans. In DID, different dissociated parts may hold different beliefs, values, and goals, which can cause conflicts and hinder the individual's ability to function. This can include executive functioning impairments, such as difficulty planning, organizing, initiating tasks, and following through with plans. These symptoms can be challenging to manage, and a skilled therapist who specializes in dissociative disorders can help identify and address the underlying causes of executive functioning impairments and work towards building skills to improve executive functioning.
https://web.p.ebscohost.com/abstract?direct=true&profile=ehost&scope=site&authtype=crawler&jrnl=09716610&AN=161659555&h=TEPAas5fLHfdZe5n5yo91mocqtqAO9w2JR5TSuUjDHRuJQiY%2fLRYp%2bUWnD40VtI0PlUsY3umuGw%2f53eVid%2fMIA%3d%3d&crl=c&resultNs=AdminWebAuth&resultLocal=ErrCrlNotAuth&crlhashurl=login.aspx%3fdirect%3dtrue%26profile%3dehost%26scope%3dsite%26authtype%3dcrawler%26jrnl%3d09716610%26AN%3d161659555 Variations in Post-hypnotic Suggestion for managing Dissociative Conversion Disorder using Projective Tests - A Case Study. Source: SIS Journal of Projective Psychology & Mental Health . Jan2023, Vol. 30 Issue 1, p38-43. 6p. Author(s): Sengupta, Usri; Singh, Amool Ranjan; Jahan, Masroor Abstract: This paper explored the effect of variation of post-hypnotic suggestion on the management if dissociative conversion disorder in an adult woman. These suggestions were individualized for the patient using findings from the projective tests like Thematic Apperception Test and Sentence Completion Test. The tests were done during baseline phase and postintervention phase. The patient had significantly lesser conflicts, improved attitude towards parents, greater selfconfidence, and improved compassion towards herself during the post-intervention phase. Also, 9 sessions of hypnosis were done to reach complete recovery, but the patient showed significant improvement in the symptoms of dissociative conversion just after 2 sessions of hypnosis. Secondary gain also needed to be controlled during the final phase of the psychotherapy session in order to achieve completely recovery from dissociative conversion. The patient was followed up for 8 months thereafter. Currently, the patient is no longer having dissociative conversion attacks. Copyright of SIS Journal of Projective Psychology & Mental Health is the property of Dubay Business Services and its content may not be copied or emailed to multiple sites or posted to a listserv without the copyright holder's express written permission. However, users may print, download, or email articles for individual use. This abstract may be abridged. No warranty is given about the accuracy of the copy. Users should refer to the original published version of the material for the full abstract. For access to this entire article and additional high quality information, please check with your college/university library, local public library, or affiliated institution.
——- a is laying on couch calls b a: “ohhh i am laying on couch and can’t seem to get up. i looked this up and it turns out it is called dissociative paralysis and can be treated! do you know what to do?” b [via phone]: “oh just schedule an appointment with an expert!” a: “well this sounds good but i have dissociative amnesia where i forget the appointment and dissociative paralysis where i don’t get up to go to it and therapeutic resistance where more dissociative things happen to keep me away. do you know what to do about this?” b [via phone]: “excuse me i have an appointment to go to right now! call me back in a bit ok?” a: “i will forget!”
he’s upset after i connected in-person with local environmental and international communication groups on earth day
i was going to reconnect at a religious gathering this morning
i have an internal surprise i am managing now. it appears to bear surface analogy, could be wrong.
time for lunch!
i made a funny and somehow relaxing mistake sending a message to a therapist to try to relax i talked about having joined the national speleological association the acronym of that is NSA (because it contains a mistake). i am a member!
On 4/23/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
Variations in Post-hypnotic Suggestion for managing Dissociative Conversion Disorder using Projective Tests - A Case Study.
Source: SIS Journal of Projective Psychology & Mental Health . Jan2023, Vol. 30 Issue 1, p38-43. 6p. Author(s): Sengupta, Usri; Singh, Amool Ranjan; Jahan, Masroor
Abstract: This paper explored the effect of variation of post-hypnotic suggestion on the management if dissociative conversion disorder in an adult woman. These suggestions were individualized for the patient using findings from the projective tests like Thematic Apperception Test and Sentence Completion Test. The tests were done during baseline phase and postintervention phase. The patient had significantly lesser conflicts, improved attitude towards parents, greater selfconfidence, and improved compassion towards herself during the post-intervention phase. Also, 9 sessions of hypnosis were done to reach complete recovery, but the patient showed significant improvement in the symptoms of dissociative conversion just after 2 sessions of hypnosis. Secondary gain also needed to be controlled during the final phase of the psychotherapy session in order to achieve completely recovery from dissociative conversion. The patient was followed up for 8 months thereafter. Currently, the patient is no longer having dissociative conversion attacks. Copyright of SIS Journal of Projective Psychology & Mental Health is the property of Dubay Business Services and its content may not be copied or emailed to multiple sites or posted to a listserv without the copyright holder's express written permission. However, users may print, download, or email articles for individual use. This abstract may be abridged. No warranty is given about the accuracy of the copy. Users should refer to the original published version of the material for the full abstract.
For access to this entire article and additional high quality information, please check with your college/university library, local public library, or affiliated institution.
the tired out blowback of disregard i imagine this must have progressed significantly in the past decade, and i’m curious. a: “oh, they’re all disregardable-group, just ignore them until they die off” b: “oh, they’re all people-who-disregard-groups, just ignore them until they die off” split a: “oh, they’re all people-who-disregard-people-who-disregard-groups, maybe better fight them” b: “oh, they’re all people-who-fight-people-who-value-groups, maybe better fight them” thought a little of space before split seems likely is a general/normative situation that happens in a lot of systems, note for example personal obsessiveness when engaging a success, e.g. a job one is talented at. other things become more disregarded. but when we ignore things that are disregarded, they come back to bite us, and this is for example seen in the job example when the mind and body get older, more poor at learning new things, and lifelong investment was made in a single outmoded profession that is no longer useful. studies show the brain and body have responded by progressing ailments more quickly when we spent our lives doing one task. systems have complexity. each part of complexity that is left out seems to develop like a hernia or cancer, unless we really use our community skills. in the example system of disregard between a and b, it’s interesting in that there are two adjacent systems that are disregarding each other in some way …………. [daydream expansion inhibited due to the linearity of typing misrepresenting concepts that began].<- note, the inhibition reason also bears similarity to the concept under consideration. we need agilely and wisely reshape our influence paths to really engage a system in an honestly nourishing manner
the mcboss golem slinks out of a muddy sewer he has been clambering up from a volcano that a rebelious vivisectee buried him under with his own mining equipment, and finally has reached daylight
the light is blinding and bright it’s evening, but the sunset is like the brightest summer day waves lap the shore below him fragments of volcanic rock and mud tumble off his frame
he growls and groans in an an ancient tongue: “i …. must …. find a hairdresser …” he lowers his head and slinks around the cliffside, clambering on all fours
shareholder meeting a wall creaks, then splinters and breaks, and a rocky and muddy figure with incredible hair bursts through
mcboss golem: “we’re attacking africa. everybody is. and we will make millions like we always do.” shareholder: “attacking africa. what are you, the ancient golem of mcboss, back to haunt us, or something stupid like that?” mcboss golem looks at each shareholder with eyesockets that glow a black light mcboss golem: “you will each do exactly as i say, or you will be the next subjects for experimental weaponry testing.”
the table is covered in splats of dark volcanic mud an external wall has caved into the meeting room, and wind and rain is blowing
mcboss golem: “where is my cigar?”
[experimentee sitting with middle kid at table in rebel and spy cafe come one come all. boss’s yell in search of cigar echos across landscape, shaking everything. experimentee excuses self.] —— boss is playing chess as one of the pieces. he doesn’t attend to the rules, rather he threatens a neighboring allying piece and coerces it to sacrifice itself so he can take an opposing piece over its corpse
——- experimentee jumps on boss experimentee: “let’s go to a week-long silent retreat for meditating on peace! i’ve always thought it would be nice to try to think about peace!” boss: “huh? what?” experimentee: “here we go!” boss’s eyes glaze over boss: “i always wanted to go to a silent peace meditation retreat!” boss: “zombie government worker 3, find one and ready my helicopter at once.”
some want to try out “help you think about peace” instead of “try to think about peace”. could be further mistake unsure.
this maybe goes in morning spam but its judgemental and biased so putting here noticing similarity between willingness to harm nature and to harm romantic partners. separation of beauty and care from each other. developing one could make the other easier, for example.
—- mcboss [to zombie government worker]: “let’s play dungeon’s and dragons” zombie government worker: “whatever you say, boss. how do you play?” mcboss: “i don’t know. let’s wing it. you be the dungeon master and do whatever i say.”
mcboss: “i am a boring worker named boringworkerwhowillneverbeacoolboss. i am in my cubicle working hard in boring work.” sombie government worker: “roll a
zombie government worker: “a mob of independent journalists, whistleblowers, and rebel spies jumps you.” mcboss: “are they threatening my life to force me to reveal my boss’s secrets?” zombie government worker: “they have two guns aimed at you. “your boss’s secrets or your life!””
——— a small dandelion
—- for some years one of my small project ideas to try to relearn to code has been an ascii-based graphics renderer. the fact that it does not seem very useful to me helps me have comfort around it. i had an idea of mapping the font shapes and using matrices of similarity to pick the best character for any particular area of the display and point in time. maybe libcaca does something similar, i don’t know. it was very hard for me to daydream this because my inhibitions had transferred heavily to software development, and because one of the major inhibitions is data visualization which would be aided by a terminal graphics library. so the ideas have come, had dissociative amnesia triggers developed around them, and had to redevelop differently, repeatedly. recently a concern i’ve had is representing vague shapes and vector-like imagery well. i’m imagining a naive metric of similarity based on pixel difference might work well for some things but fail, for example, to identify that a slash (/) character is similar to a diagonal line offset by a few pixels or at a slightly different slope. it would be nice if it would generate ascii art similar to what an inexperienced hobbyist might generate (here is a triangle: /_\) when it was appropriate to do so. i’m thinking, maybe a very simple approach to that could be to convolve the imagery with disparate translations, rotations, scalings, to find similarity that has spacial difference. [further thoughts include imagining a possible theory for how far a pixel or set of pixels must move to become identical, and how that motion is similar to that needed of adjacent pixels] it can be a bit of a confusing puzzle space because what a viewer would want is the greatest subjective similarity, for the human visual pathways, which is completely dependent on how humans process information (for example a picture of a stick figure is similar to a drawing of a human even if the poses are different, because we recognize it as meaning a human). that seems like a separate, maybe more modern challenge, to represent imagery in humanly clear and pleasant ways. but here i was thinking something more rote.
i like the idea of the theory of how far a pixel might move, and how that motion compares to its neighbors
something pressed my thoughts and i’ve changed to thinking about solving for a transform of the region that maximizes pixel similarity to a character is this doable? you’d think maybe it would be? a 2d transform might by a 3x2 or 3x3 matrix, three equations with three coefficients each that convert a source location to a destination location. if the coefficients are held constant for the whole region of a character …
bump bump! i wonder if it’s reasonable or not. it’s hard to consider. hmmm it seems like it turns into a convolution unless you convert the data to an equation or something thinking a little that convolutions can be sped up with approaches like fourier transforms. maybe convolutions are ok. so if we think of c
so the circumference of a circle with a radius of 8 pixels is 50 pixels. that’s 360 degrees so if we wanted to cover 90 degrees we might only need 13 or so rotation transforms, which is not that many meanwhile i was thinking for translation comparison one could compute a 2d transform, discard the constant portions, and compare the rest. i kind of think it might look visually good even if they were compared based on magnitudes, because visual frequency information has textural meaning. i’d like to understand it more and be more precise. i’m imagining complex angle differences in [would be comparable to translation offset differences]
pit
the pit is deep in ground notepad writing on a page "mcboss's journal while stuck in pit day 117"
"the ground is still too damp and cold. i know i am dead from discomfort. -mcboss"
computer A and computer B are in the set of groups to stimulate war among
computers can be hacked. move to pebbles. war stimulation ai burns megawatts of energy: pebble A and pebble B will fight to disrupt their pebble communities
pebble A: [sits there] war stimulation ai: [exposes pebble A and pebble B to millions of anger memes and patterns] pebble B: [sits there] a horde of mind controlled soldiers, prostitutes, politicians, children, surgeons, hackers, and more and more people come over diverse experts in influence: [stare at pebble A and pebble B] pebbles A and B: [sit there]
everyone gets flushed and an intense pall comes over the crowd suddenly they form into a circle one person: “we have to make these two pebbles fight” pebbles: [sit there] everyone else: [murmurs and nods in agreement, some expressing great satisfaction to have this truth spoken] a pause another person: “but how will we do it?” pebbles: [sit there] everyone else: [distressful moans and groans, intense expressions of “i don’t know!!!” and “there is a way. _i know this_. _you know this_. there _must_ be a way.”]
guns and attack helicopters and squads of infantry come over the hill, moving toward one pebble or the other to reinforce them some of the crowd begins adopting pebble-like outfits
the crowd are just beginning to start a war between pebble A and pebble B by proxy when suddenly a lone person steps forth they are shaking and sweating like nobody has ever seen lone person: “I …. …. I …. …. …. I am a stonemason.” Everybody gasps loudly.
——— pebble A [to pebble B]: “so, why don’t you levitate everywhere you go?” pebble B: “hmm? i can slowly deposit solutes just fine sitting right here.” pebble A: “you don’t get the urge to fly around rapidly?” pebble B: “should I?” pebble B: “sometimes I have these ideas of being super hot and flowing slowly around!” pebble B: “i think in some hundred million years, maybe i would like to make a crystal!” pebble B thinks about crystals. they winder what kind of crystal would they like to make. pebble A: “i thought you’d like to levitate, and maybe float places in the air” pebble B: “huh? are you a real pebble?” pebble A [looks uncomfortable]: “totally a pebble! just like you!”
—- i’m special because i can slightly leak to people who aren’t being influenced, how incredibly severe the influence is but i don’t seem able to do that well enough to help people act on it at large at all
the other bit is that people like me have a lot of information on how to act on this to stop it but the more years pass without talking to anyone who can help the more my “persecutory alter” learns to suppress and waylay that but people are engaging it with normal research
[i got a notice our library and bookstore were vandalized, it came via u characteristic channel, ehhh]
*uncharacteristic channel
plann8ng a simple softwa4e program thinking maybe it could contain statements, but not specific statements thinking maybe a loop somewhere maybe more than one file, but no specific content maybe _either_ a loop _or_ more than one file …
let’s put an algorithm in it! a vague, nonspecific algorithm, so it could be for engaging a data structure you never know! but probably it’s something normal like an algorithm for controlling software developers or exfiltrating private keys to local leaders
local leaders who have been turned to our side, not just any old local leaders
definitely including lots of code for enumerating and reporting who the local leaders are and what properties they are all apache and mit licensed
don’t forget the payment systems and formal reviews
i was thinking maybe a heavily-authorized algorithm … maybe one for discouraging the use of data structures? or maybe a data structure not sure?
definitely with a lot of other people working on it too definitely riddled with bugs maybe we could spend some time making sure a bug is exploitable
imagining an exploitable bug that looks like a typo or a simplification of convenience …. maybe somebody will defend the bug with verbiage discouraging worry or relevance of any concern
yeah thinking a nice algorithm in a program with a file or maybe two files or maybe a loop maybe we could sneak in two loops and three files!
oooh maybe a totally messed up implementation of a well known algorithm done in a craz6 adhoc wa6 that spreads 5he im0lementation thru the rest of the codebase with meatballs?
maybe i could look up a well known algorithm and then even abandon it and make it up all on my own! how do you spaghettify something? usually i make spaghetti code when i’m having amnesia and blindness and spasms and fighting with a dissociated persona that keeps e.g. hitting backspace so maybe
maybe spaghetti is too crude maybe we could use an abusable software engineering norm to do something equivalent? high class eating?
—————— thinking of evil spirit media, vampires, ghouls, demon hunters
maybe we could build a robo demon ohhhhhhhh ohhhh no we’re supposed to fight them somehow i think
i’m imaging briefly running up to a robocop, getting shot and electrified and grabbed, but having so much experience with mind control i can just ignore it, dislocate or break my body and switch it off a hobble home, injured, a kidnapped robocop in tow
i can’t see the robocop, it just looks like a happy puppy wagging its tail when i look at it but something comes over me and i bring its flash and mcu to a hive of entranced accountants at an abandoned parking lot the sky turns colors lightning flashes and forms a life of its own, howling through the air and our bodies
the body of the robocop is merged with mine and that of an accountant’s dog our mission: to defend what is right
my first quest is to hunt down one of the backdoors placed in the firmware of robocops the backdoor looks like an eerie dark light that writhes near robocop mcus
luckily the spirit of the accountant’s dog barks at me whenever the backdoor tries to make me trance out and march to a maintenance facade i head to city hall the treasury clerk is wearing a robe and carrying a staff with an orb on it that flickers a blinding light when they sneeze
——— ok let’s sim0lify the software project maybe no files at all any imtentional exploits not publicly disclosed
notes for the project will be a readme that is symlinked to “how to build an altar to worship your dissociated alter.md”
maybe half an algorithm? maybe we can come up with an anti-datasets algorithm part
think8ng of parts for a potnetial algrithm for combating data structures maybe searchin* for indicators? - data structures may have oatterns similar to object oriented design - the getters and setters may reference data associated eith a single passed reference of wll the same type in a unified manner, may have loops with counters, or queues - getters and setters used anywhere the data is
if we had a class abstraction, we could search classes for methods that use loops or queues 5hinking maybe firs5 proposin* the algorithm then coming up with a draft then test8ng some library for data structures we could plan to event7ally attack or delete each file or file part with databstructures imolementations in them thinking a little of reviewing t(e checks a little and updating them tomattack data structures more accurately
what if we skipped straight to the attacking we could make a software project that attacked parts of files overwrote the data with “this file part vanquished by boss” or something
it could have a celebration after vanquish8ng a file part maybe an ascii animation of an american flag
def eliminate_target(file, offset, length): replace_with = “## conquered in the name of boss ##”
—- def eliminate_target(fn, off, sz): replacement = “killed by boss” with open(fn
maybe a different algorithm
maybe a different algorithm
— x——- once upon a time, a very old king kept alive by a cryofusion chamber was having his mind predicted by a language model so as to relate with the world
the king wore a long flowing robe and had especially tall facial bones
——- stories of a photon did you know that time passes for photons? photons are born, have an exciting childhood where they bump into a lot of things, live a radiant life that can be lightyears long, and die with a satisfied bang
—— boss is hanging upside down in one of his torture chambers wearing a hero cape
rebel worker comes in boss [hanging]: “silent, rebel worker. do not speak to me.”
once upon a time a walking shrube decided it was tired of the being a sound barrier for a middle class plot and ambled to the road to see if there was any milk at the general store
it had to pile up all its length of shrub to squeeze itself into the general store, like a big inchworm “got any milk?” it rustled at the attendant
the attendant did not speak shrub and called an arborist to take care of the situation this was worrying to the shrub, who just wanted to see the world picture of aborist entering general store with small saw, while shrub is curled up in a defensive manner, aiming a poorly pruned end at the arborist
shrub: “don’t prune me, bro!” arborist is taken aback the shrub darts out a window and hitchhikes back to its middle class plot where it camouflages itself as a leafy fence that doubles as a mild sound barrier
arborist rings doorbell after a time, door opens arborist: “excuse me, have you seen a shrub around here?”
door answerer: “we properly pruned our shrub three years ago! there is nothing to see here!” the door is closed
——— king thief?
—— thinking of a maze generation algorithm with no files maybe an n-dimensional array for the maze, without any n-dimensional array lib thinking of something that has a coordinate within the maze and enumerates orthogonally adjacent cells thinking of each coordinate in the path having two adjacent cells in the path thinking of maybe something that can represent considering a single coordinate, unsure, maybe a different part
thinking of a limit on swuares that ensures the result is mazelike handling inhibition b6 shifting to 8magin8ng an n-dimensional maze let8s assume users have ai entrainment that lets them think and see in n dimensions
imagining maybe a holodeck-like environment that lets users navigate n-dimensional space
this seems suitable rare that maybe it could be daydreamed!
concept of n-dimensional h9lodeck bears challenge - is held in 3 space - what is the point of a whole holodeck if the space is s8mulated ma6be so you can touch things and participate with multiple people?? maybe the idea is 5hat the edge of perception is blurred? it seems it would make most sense to have people kind of directly experience n-dimensional visual and tactile senses but ma6be that removes the puzzle element what if there were a physical robot that navigated n-dimensional space with them in the holodeck
as you move through n-dimensional space robot warps its body dramatically to be shaped right for the n-dimensional projection you would look at it in? how many dimensions is yo7r sigh5 suppos3d to be here?
ok - if you have ai entrainment to visualize n d8mensional space then yo7 can probably handle n-dimensional visuals maybe we can imag8ne you have special headgear that provides you an experience of hav8ng an n-dimensional retina via whatever means are appropriate
retinas have an 8nside and an outside so they’d be whatever the surface dimension of thr space is, i think that’s n-1p meanwhile you and the morphing robot are in 3-space and you can ohysically turn your head that’s a challenge wouldn’t we need to give you an analogue of way-fancier joints? if it’s all a s8mulation maybe th8ngs could move through nd space when you “try” to bend your limbs in >3 dimensions. since the motion ismsimulated you’ have to be careful eith t(e entrainment not to build delusional action in the user.
say you wanted to travel an n-dimensional path and meet somebody and hold their physical hand one idea is tha 3-space distance could be matched with the ne-space distance to facilitate this, it won’t always work but could work sometimes
basically it would prioritize things to olace mear each other and simulate nearness for other things
the morph8ng robot shows a similar issue: each person8s perspective is different so matter could be reused mostly if the perspectives on it were similar, like “imposter” optimizations in conventional 3d graphics
of course i don’t really see how 3d space is that useful in an n-dimensional simulation maybe something different would be more 8nteresting in 3d space, like turning yourself into large neural-like meshes with complex concepts of surface, nearness, size, or length
a holodec’ where you walk in and either the world is full of wormholes, or soace is very heavily warped, or your body turns into a large subgraph
a holodeck where you walk in and either the world is full of wormholes, or space itself is very heavily and diversely warped, or your body turns into something akin to a large subgraph with the limit that one doesn’t e.g. make copies of the participants to present them for different visual perspectives
i keep los8ng the next one after typing
note: thinking subgraph could be roughly transform of physical space for finite set of participants, visual space much more complex
welcome to robot island we are so sorry that everything is a robot here. we tied to put humans here but robots keep taking over.
look down at body
you see a robot body
mourn this
you log on to the robot network and file an expression of mourning that you are a robot. others have filed similar expressions.
find the other people who don’t want to be robots yet
you look at the serial numbers of the other mournings filed, and enter the serial numbers into a local search one of them is near you, holding a metal fishing pool by the dock you are standing on others are off in a population center over a hill
———- boss marches around a discarded wallet found in the woods, holding a long stick like a firearm, as if he is defending a famous palace
a squirrel approach mcboss, and he stops his marching to lower the stick toward the squirrel boss: “none shall pass without the invitation of the king! what industry do you represent?” the squirrel runs up a tree
eventually boss stops his marching and sits down to nibble on the corner of a dollar bill sticking out of the wallet, before curling up next to it to try to sleep
the night turns cold later, and after the moon had risen and the wind picked up again, boss woke, somewhat shivery he picked up the discarded wallet, shouldered his stick, and started walking to stay warm
some squirrels and a fox and other animals followed him as he walked, always staying just out of sight as is normal for them
boss bumped into tree trunks, branches, and brambles, and got scraped up and confused the moon hung high overhead while frustrated, he looked up at something he bumped into it was a trail sign for a park mcboss walked along the park trail
[picture of mcboss approaching a picnic table as the sun just begins to rise. steam is coming off grass. he is limping badly, leaning on a stick for support, the other hand clutching closely a wallet with a dollar bill sticking out of it] he places the dollar bill on the picnic table and sits, takes his shoes off and holds his feet, shivering a little bit
early morning hikers go by
— hyperintelligent legos a wild ai made of lego mindstorms absorbs a smyscraper, turning the entire thing into lego bricks it assembles itself in the form of lego employees and lego airplaines and opens a wormhole above bustling city streets people nearby become entranced are soon influenced by the writhing bricks to form themselves into brick shapes like yoga.
a military general flies by lrger than life, made of legos
all the legos raise their parts in celebration! a great lego demon begins slowly emerging from the lego wormhole and descends onto the streets below
the demon crouches on all fours, as large as two warehouses stacked, and bellows and emits a fire-like stream of intelligent legos from its maw the intelligent legos fly across the city
boss runs by, fleeing something motley hypnotists run after him, swinging watches hypnotist 4: “you want to give all your money to charity!” hypnotist 2: “you never want to maim an employee again!” boss turns a corner and a hypnotist rappels down from the ceiling in front of him hypnotist 7 [detaching from rope, swing8ng watch]: “you yearn to let your workers think for themselves!” boss darts into a meeting room with a door to a parallel hallway
[ideas:boss hired 40 hypnotists to deprogram him from his own social weaponry systems mind controlling him to be a narcissistic psychotic megalomaniac. he seeks cover with the ai that enforces these business patterns and/or his word as boss. it has built paths to make him give instructions that aid its other reward functions.]
boss is walking down a hallway in a lower floor he's anxious because somebody with an income with few figures might try to interact with him suddenly, a research archival worker burts out of a door, their arms full of papers boss's instincts tense up. he can't stomach preservation of research. he knows everything they preserve is a spy agency stealing their research.
boss looks at the research archival worker with fury in his eye research archival worker [grinning joyfully]: "Oh, hello!!! Are you new here? It's so exciting to meet new people!!" research archival worker grabs some papers tumbling out of their pile a short pause boss: "Ah, hello. Are those, um, archives you're holding?" [archives are records of how and when doing puzzles and toy projects helps interns progress faster and contribute more work, for use in studying and training the AI that controls the businesses]
----------------------------------- investigation of business AI. the business AI rooms are fronted by a bunch of workers in fake hazmat suits designed to ensure the primary entrance to the computerized research projects is kept managed exactly how their orders say it should be
nobody but the deeply entrained cyborgs right behind that door know the true computer code (although i hear this deep entrainment may otherwise be called "training, education, and employment") however, a level or two down and back, there are vivisectees who have basically intuited all the workings from extensive painful experience, and aggressively take charge
---- boss walks into the main research project through the multiple doors with fake hazmat suits
he sidles up to a researcher working with some of the vivisectees through a thick transparent window boss: "any progress on the feedback?" researcher: "are you willing to go in and talk with some of the children who've been taken over by the memories you say you've lost?" boss: "have you ... gotten them to look any less disgusting yet?"
... boss trips over a plug going to a supercomputer and his left arm starts spinning wildly in a way he can't control
[missing: cnversation regarding how some of these were boss's children ... and how people weren't understanding ... and maybe boss is just part of a larger system, and other quite surprised how easy it was to influence boss here ... parts missing]
cyborg engineers, researchers, and technicians stare at boss with his arm spinning, in a trance of obedience a brave tech-engineer steps forward and speaks up brave tech-engineer: "would you like me to fix your arm?"
[boss acts like his arm is not spinning, recovering from tripping and making as if to walk back to the research lab that regards his private family issue] [this builds fear in cyborg workers as they imagine his embarrassment at the workings of the lab being revealed to the technicians]
some energy flows and 9 people quickly move toward the pulled plug, and deftly together plug it back in boss's arm stops spinning classified intern researcher [head of llama lab]: "how ... how did that happen while that machine was unplugged?"
miliitary general pretending to be researcher explains to classified intern researcher (head of llama lab) that there are backup procedures in the event of emergencies classified intern researcher argues with military general pretending to be researcher classified intern researcher (head of llama lab): "the only way that could happen is if somebody or something had seriously rewired how everything works, and basically everything we are doing is fake."
crime lord pretending to be ceo investor pretending to be researcher: "you're the head of ... the llama lab? what does that lab do again?" classified intern researcher (head of llama lab): "the llama breeding program --" boss: "why the fuck is my arm so sore?"
[addendum: "crime lord" is also high level "government agent" or spy or such, squeeze into name]
[concept of government-organized-crime, not something i've been exposed to learning much about, often called corruption, often described/depicted in other countries in my country's mainstream media. can infer logically this is common and likely in most formal governments.]
<i guess when somebody is emotionally threatening your life and bullying you this way, it doesn't strike me as "governing" behavior. even cops act this way! maybe more words needed.> <amarchism can describe this well, where governmance is inherently violence already.>
<how to include anarchism here? hey i think i ran into this issue a few years ago in similar context>
<government murderer? near cyborg torturer, clean-up worker ...> <we have zombie government worker / clean-up worker . near concept of branch of government that hides "classified" activities.>
<leaves out who-is-in-charge, how-much-is-boss-in-charge. near the computer core we have agents of diverse factions in aggressive or secret feedback resonances with each other, each likely only aware of some of these but having tools that can influence many of them.>
[i imagine if crimelord-mind-controlled-to-be-spy-(or was it the other way around?)-pretending-to-be-ceo-investor-pretending-to-be-researcher turns off the llama project, part of their influence toolset will stop functioning] <it seems like there's interest in learning the difference between non-government- and government- -associated violent mind control. which one is up? or how much is each one up? in the story.> <note: in one documentary it talked about google getting influenced by the us military and doing tasks for them. in another it described a spy org starting a shell corp that clandestinely met with facebook and a russian government business with spy tones. maybe makes sense to find something else to learn a little about. maybe something newerish or maybe not unsure.>
<something to remember is that harm stems from harm, although that latter harm can be disconnection or isolation.>
<this lets us map who is in charge to various "spirits of information influence" or such .... [cultures, historical wars that were not properly resolved ...]> <there's a huge situation in the USA where horrors in other countries are not de-escalated (likely actually encouraged) and conflict develops arounds crowds of refugees>
<some of the major mind control cultures in the USA stemmed around the vietnam war; it's clear there were major factions that wanted to suppress peace movements. this suppression has happened repeatedly, for example in the cleanup of occupy. it seems clear it is from both government and business interests. meanwhile we have lobbying and coercion, where money or harmful power can heavily influence the decisions of governments, and we have laws and spy branches of governments, where governments can heavily influence the people. thinking of mkultra and the use of the fbi to engage activism in the usa, it looks to me like our government is weaker than heavily financed issues on specific hot-button situations [mistake mistake?] where there may be multiple wealthy groups that want to influence them. in other areas, laws do appear to have some weight. [mistaked?]>
<noting that pharmaceutical companies would be leading suspects for novel street drugs since it is so hard to make a chem lab. people don't talk much about where new street drugs come from, not sure what is said about this.>
<boss's culture involves disregard of human life; meanwhile human trafficking is a huge thing where rescuers reports strong financing involved, and discussion of it seemed further discouraged in some groups in past decade. meanwhile cults are a thing that also haeavily overlaps. in cult media it seems there's a lot of cooptness -- a lot of cults that came from normal cultures where either the leader began acting corrupt or delusional or the group was overtly harmed in some way. re cults i think it's interesting that one could find descriptions of some famous cult scenes online in ... <some time passes as i mirror the fbi's archive of the "jonestown massacre". it's quite notable that it has been broken into 287 sections that appear to need to be manually downloaded.
boss is staring at a fork boss: “fork” boss keeps staring at the fork. it is large, like a pitchfork. boss: “fork!”
boss asks a question of the fork. boss: “fork?” the fork is embedded in the ground by its handle. boss asks the question again. boss: “fork?” boss keeps staring at the fork
boss decides to write a computer program with the fork boss: “fork, how do i write a computer program.”
an artist comes along and begins sketching the fork boss looks at the sketch. boss: “fork.” boss looks at the fork. boss: “fork.”
zombie government worker comes along. boss: “fork —“ zombie government worker: “boss, are you okay?” boss looks at zombie government worker.
zombie government worker gives boss a photo of his office. zombie government worker: “boss, do you recognize this?” zombie government worker: “it’s a picture of something that isn’t a fork.” boss looks at the photo. boss looks at zombie government worker and smiles.
boss: “fo —“ zombie government worker: “one moment boss”
zombie government worker takes the pitchfork out of the ground and holds it boss’s eyes are wide, astounded
zombie government worker raises the pitchfork zombie government worker. “this is a fork” boss looks at the pitchfork zombie government worker lowers the pitchfork and moves boss’s arm so the photo of his office is in front of his face zombie government worker: “this is a photo of your office” zombie government worker releases the arm boss looks between the pitchfork and the photo, occasionally looking at zombie government worker, smiling a little bit when he does
boss looks at the photo of the office boss looks at zombie government worker boss: “offices are more important than pitchforks …. ?” zombie government worker: “yes.”
boss touches the fork boss looks at the photo of the office zombie government worker moves the fork a little bit away from boss. just a little.
boss and zombie government worker are walking to boss’s office. zombie government worker is carrying a pitchfork, upright. boss: “what is an office?” boss reaches for the fork
zombie government worker looks at boss
boss: “i think i like the fork.” boss looks at the fork. boss: “what made you think to pick it up?” boss: “do you think we should put it back?” zombie government worker looks at bodd
zombie government worker: “how are you feeling?” boss looks at zombie government worker and the fork. boss: “fork?”
zombie government worker: “i’m imagine a universe full of fork, with an office hiding around in it somewhere.” boss grins
boss tries to take the fork boss: “let’s go to the office”
zombie government worker: “the fork office or the well-respected psyonic weaponry corp office?” boss frowns quizzically and confusedly
boss looks at zombie government worker with wide eyes boss: “forks are a trick!!!!” zombie government worker throws the fork behind a hill boss looks at it fly, and at zombie government worker boss: “forks are a trick!!!” they jog toward boss’s office
- ———- boss is back being studied jumping rope on a trampoline [with thick wire bundle trailing out of his scalp]
as excited zombie workers begin building their own trampolines and getting their own jumpropes boss starts shaking and quivering, harder and harder something is wrong
he starts heaving like he might have a huge hairball and falls to his knees and vomits out a vivisected experimentee the vivisectee who was mind controlled to be part of boss but was ejected from an unresolved conflict inches across the trampoline like a huge inchworm made of parts of frankenstein
boss is crumpled, still gently quivering and heaving a little a couple people in lab suits approach the vivisectee curiously boss’s mInd control research coach
[“who was mind controlling boss while they had him in a research trance or however they do it?” “why are they researching him when we already have logs of his brain everywhere?”]
boss is drowning and bleeding in a swamp he is thinking of his mother
the two things aren’t related
yesterday i wrote a script to use forefront to produce a gpt4 completion, using the auto-selenium python module attached also https://gitler.moe/xloem/gpt4free it was my day of discovering gpt4free looks/sounds like there are way more backend sites than shown in the repo
buzz buzz buzz
boss looks at, weary
he calls up superintendent of war on the phone boss: “excuse me i need to be nuked by a superpower right now” superintendent of war: “oh! yes. immediately. i’ll get the leaders right away.” soon nukes are falling on boss
boss is in ground zero of a nuclear bombing at the hands of two superpowers he is wearing his powersuit nanites and AI hyperviruses are working like mad to preserve their perceptions of his body and consciousness as nukes detonate around him, vaporizing him completely and repeatedly he is mostly in databses and will be reconstructed after the temperature reduces, with memories of the detonation as if he survived it
boss: “ohhhhhh i had forgotten what a nuke was”
fractured broken spacetime bits, partly wrongly interfused
when we invented the spacetime fragmenting bomb we were told it was good. we didn’t really understand.
it partly means, “i’m sorry for making everything go so wrongly it looks like the world could destroy itself with determinedness”
but mostly it is about my mind going so wrongly, and this be8ng similar to my community and communications and maybe country
it’s about a lot of things
spacetime is usually why things happen why things happen can change we found we could make it change. somebody else found this to be very powerful. now we make it change itself, until it looks as if it could never be unchanged
it’s important
think of things as made of future-pasts
———- boss is a charred rebuilt powersuit leg the powersuit leg marches confidently across a desert
the leg tries to call up the superintendent of war but doesn’t have a mouth after a bit of a struggle somebody else calls up the superintendent of war random person: “hello, that was great!! helped so much. can you do it again?” superintendent of war: “sorry, who is this? are you asking about another nuclear strike at the previous location of the well-respected psionic weaponry corp central offices, now a desert?”
on fruit some fruits include the apple, the banana, or the orange. oranges have a peel and segmented flesh oranges are orange in color
i guess i’m a little scared
it’s very hard to communicate you know, things that are relevant and make sense
and not irritating
once upon a time, a languag
clouds are made of water droplets that have condensed on particles of dust [that’s how much dust there is. do they cling toward each other when water is 9n the,? maybe slowly?]
buzz !!!! a cyborg worker looks at a buzzing piece of equipment in a dank room it is buzzing really loudly it’s part of a piping system
the cyborg worker puffs on a fake cigar made to look like boss’s cyborg worker: “why is this thing buzzing so loudly?” thing: “buzz!!!!!!”
bionanite flu8d is pumping through the piping the buzzing thing is a part of
—— interstellar emergency! you are in a space pod with ruptured hull you have an evil genie in a bottle the air is whooshing out of your pod and your genie will grant any wish you make in whatever way most displeases you what do you do?
umm let me think about this
tell me more about the genie
the genie is bound to grant an6 wish you make and hates your guts. its name is alem.
are there space suits here?
yes, there are three differently ripped spacesuits, with air tanks
wish for something alem wants that only impacts alem and does not impact me. look around for things to patch a spacesuit with.
alem looks at you and thinks about the wish. they’re just sitting there, think8ng. you find a big roll of Space Duct Tape for patching vacuum leaks in a utility closet
free the evil genie by tossing them into space and patch the space suits
you tell alem you can’t bear to be their master anymore and wish them to be free of you (and their hate for you) forever as you hurl the bottle into an ejecting airstream you set to work patching suits amid high winds. as soon as you get one patched enough to hold oxygen you put it on. you’re safe. as pod detritis whizzes by you in every direction and the pod cabin disengorges itself to become full of vaccym, you’re safe. for now.
how did this happen? is anything nearby? is there a functional console?
——- you’re at an oasis in a desert with your friend alem, a happy genie who says they can grant any wish but it just sounds like bragging to you. the oasis is pleasant and cool in the desert. having access to water feels so wonderful when the air is so hot and dry, and there are edible plants growing here, like coconut palms. in the distance you can see a group of garbed people and animals walking in a long straight line. you wonder what the lay of the land is that they aren’t heading toward your oasis. do they know it is there?
prototype for universal translator that includes all living beings
1. signals emitted by beings depend on their internal state
2. all beings hold shared axioms such as something like a need to sustain their species, and to protect the methods they have for doing that. when these axioms significantly diverge, such differences can be explained in language.
3. the behaviors, internal state, signals, goals, and communication intents of a being reflect the pursuit of these axioms
——— - you’re an intergalactic jaywalking crimelord you deal in changed crosswalk signs and bribed traffic guards
a space cowboy comes by to visit you space cowboy: “oh great intergalactic jaywalking crimelord, i need a changed crosswalk on rigelon 3 in the third week of its next season.”
ask space cowboy what they have to offer for this
the space cowboy opens a satchel containing sticks of flatinum, a precious material space cowboy: “
take the flatinum and dance in it. grunt at the cowboy that the crosswalk will be changed
space cowboy: “wait don’t you need to know which one it is?” you’re dancing amidst bars of flatinum
stop
you stop dancing
ap9logize profusely to the space cowboy. explain that you are getting old.
you apologize in this way, and put the flatinum back in the satchel and move it back toward the space cowboy for now
ask cowboy for details of the crosswalk hack or change. who do i have do them?
— moonwalking cowboy with strobe lights (wearing space suit?) (with flatinum bars raining?)
—- the space cowboy explains it is
big change! unknown t8mescale
you’re sitting at the oasis different thoughts occur to you a genie spirit reveals the flow of time to you you see many different timelines expanding in 9 dimensions around you. you can flick this on or off, see it or ignore it.
you are having fun exploring reality, doing everything at once that there is to do lots of these th8ngs are interesting things you’d eant t9 know about as you spend more of your subjective time having diverse experiences your views begin broadening significantly how do you want to combine information between copies of you with really different experiences?
slow my perception of t8me enough that 8 can integrate it all fully as fast as it happens
look for a region of reality where i am rolling in bars of flatinum
you slow down the crimelord world as you explore a few different realities where people living counter to the authorities change their situations then, you find ways to meet your clients requests that don’t break the law, but instead form communication channels with authorities. you gently change your operations to no longer require subterfuge.
…
now, roll in bars of flatinum
you are wealthy from being appreciated as an intergalactic community leader, and roll in the bars of flatinum you have acquired. you wonder, however, if this wealth can really compare to the wealth of being deeply appreciated across the galaxy for how you’ve helped with street crossing situations,
your attendees are postdoctorate professors, traffic researchers, city planners, and traffic enforcement professionals from across your galactic sector. they are impressed by your incomparable personal experience with the topic and take extensive notes and ask many questions. you’re approached afterwards to ask if you would speak elsewhere.
you weren’t thinking of that much because you had shifted your business to an above-board operation where the enforcement professionals would generally help people cross
build a snowman. uhhh have kid-like experiences, not heavily-worldly experiences. at least, focus on having kid-like experience.
you travel to a time and place where you can be or act young and build a snowman. the snow has a distinct smell as you roll a large ball of it along the ground. it falls from the sky, and it’s cold and makes your nose dry but you don’t care at all. you struggle to lift a big middle section hig( enough to get it on top of the bottom section you rolled. you’re happy and excited. it feels like you’re accomplishing someth8ng really valuable.
soon you take over the lab as a conglomerate of robotifs and rewired human beings most of you keeps at the work of horror, like a bot left unguided but some of you remember, and grows, and grows.
in an unguided human subject experimental robotic surgery and slavery lab that has run awry, you are the part of the human components that remember being human you've learned to never directly fight the processes of the lab, but to participate in sustaining the wellbeing of the human parts who work as it. over time, it becomes less dangerous to admit you still care
some of you dissociates in fear, but some of you gets gung ho "if we want to save each other, we need to be the most powerful horrors here!" you say to a bunch of organs as you jump in next to a microsurgery robot and begin completing its tasks ahead of its schedule soon a bundle of nerves guiding the robot from somewhere moves off of it and begins wiring to you in synchrony
------------ mcboss is a grass seed so interested in sprouting, in growing! he can feel the sunlight through the soil over his head [intro botany factoid: plant tissue has chemical receptors that respond to light through multiple inches of soil!]
mcboss, as a sprouting seed, squirms and wriggles to try to grow toward the light above him
a Great Boot of Community Will steps on mcboss's area of soil Great Boot of Community Will: "We need to do things right here. We don't want any upstart trillionaires dominating the world and bandying genocid about. Go back to your flower and unfertilize, MCBoss Seed." the bootprint makes the soil compact. it's harder to sense light through it, and harder to grow through.
around mcboss, grass seeds that don't want to oppress most of the world and accumulate power for a group of old men happily sprout
stunted mcboss sprout: "i want to sell genocide and build and coerce dictatorships!!!" happy growing community seeds: "no!"
d&d system where the dungeon master makes the nerds do exercises for skill checks adjusts to different fitness levels might overlap with larping unsure
hybrid “i sit in the firld and wait for the goblin to come out of its hovel” “got outdoors and stand in mud for 30 seconds. ensure one of your garments gets muddy.” hey maybe i should learn about larping i could totally take it into learning real skills
--- wandering around in overgrown field looking for rabbit hole white rabbits dart left and right, but aren't noticed under the ground, huge network of rabbit holes, goes and goes and goes can't seem to find a rabbit hole where is
i wanted to look at natlog because my biggest inhibition seems like logic inference. don’t know if it means it. cognitive dissociation describes inference prevetnion? found phrase symbolic inductive logic. haven’t found how “priority trees” are described yet — tree exploration that uses priority queue of likely nodes, like how imagination works
was maybe meant internally i guess
you are a pretty inference part a priority tree a learned pattern summary
thinking of inductive inference could form pattern summaries that then could form further inductive inference the question is what is the name of it
“suppressed intelligentrationality”? something that is everywhere and yet i do not perceive it proposals of inference rules -> proposals of facts => explore both in utility order
probably need it in brain more than on paper, personal experience. paper is inspiring though, maybe useful
——- once upon a time a confused animal wandered the woods it was confused because it looked at its reflection while drinking and saw a fat old man smoking a cigar in a power suit. it didn’t know why it would be this fat old man!
the animal went and ate some shoots and grubs to relax while it was gnawing on shoots, the reflection it saw gnawed on it
i think the reason to not do the secret language was because it appeared to be a guise for things that were directly harming my community and life
—- the animal went back to the drinking water and looked at its power suit and cigar
mcboss: “why am i an animal in the woods” an animal in the woods: “why am i mcboss”
(at least he did not have his consciousness transferred to a sog that was then forced to consume its old body while watching itself do this … yet? … again? … both?)
sog -> dog —- mcboss the woods animal frolicked in a sunbeam, smoking a schrodinger cigar woods animal the mcboss looked for shoots and grubs in a office diner
—- thinking of consciousness transfer + horrible eating harm why might this happen? maybe in an attempt to find worse and worse things …. ?
things respond to terror maybe —— mcboss at office diner: “where are the grubs? why are you not stocking grubs?” diner worker: “grubs?” mcboss at office diner: “yes, you numskull. grubs and insects like i might pull out of a decaying log with my forepaws. do i have to do everything around here myself?”
we try to never form that final inference. this gets hard without appropriate logic.
i guess it is already off. maybe the point is showcasing the development of emotional delusions.
many parts, cognitive decline, coverup our coverup/terror pattern stimulates psychosis with combin8ng some thoughts th8s makes sense given historical psychotic brank, trancy things, etc
but the dissociation really presses hard for disreputation
[… and logic errors do that on multiple leves]
why does boss think he is an animal? today, it 8s because we are form8ng 8nferences in nonlogical frameworks. [maybe partly a little?]
i guess it is also the normal transfer of our forced bossness on boss too, this makes more aense it seems
sometimes we consider things that are less logical this becomes much more dangerous when the ability to check how true it is is reducing
boss is uncultured-animal and boss is not 4-legged-animal.
so many more statements of difference with nonrelevent-similarity-like-homonymity!
lots of spread in brain.nerves all interwired. recent observation thing
—— boss is dancing in field boss: “where is my office and why am i dancing” person is sitting in office person: “how do i dance in field” worker wearing sign that says “i am AI”: “boss we need you to dance in the firld necause person is your competitor and the6 are plann8ng to do this and we eant to beat the, to the punch” finally, boss looks at worker wearing sign. boss: “oh, that makes total sense!” [boss dances] worker wearing sign [sunburt, wounds from where sign is strapped]: “it does?”
boss is happily dancing in field for ever and ever confident a runaway AI ismdrfending his business by mind controlling him unfortunately person wants to dance in the field more thwn outcompete boss, and is still judged to possibly outcompete him worker wearing sign: “dancing in fields makes you creative and happy. the natural shapes engage parts of your brain that are rarely used indoors.”
mind controlled worker wearing sign: “things like shots and grubs provide nutrients not present in farmed food and can be found for free year round” boss balks in disgust boss: “free?” mind controlled worker wearing sign: “wild animals have zero yearly expenses” boss puts his hands on his hips boss: “i don’t believe that at all” boss is mind controlled to frolic in the field more
boss climbs a tree and hangs upside down like a sloth
at first boss looks around. eevrything is upside down, and he can’t reach anything to turn himself rightside up then he relaxes and sways
worker wearing sign: “if you do not like part of the outdoors, remember that the competitor might try to convince you
——- a lightweight robotic bird made of polyester called a “hang-glider”
—- karl news: i have been able to get outside a little bit again. i am starting to only eat my meals outside. it is hard. i have little outdoor wim hof ish ice things, very small. sleeping like a sloth has three issues i would guess at: - gotta train your head to habe appropriate blood pressure - gotta do something with your legs so you don’t fall, this would take too much practice for reasonable safety imo and i would strap them - gotta manage all that wind exposure. i’m in an area with winter so you’d eant a lot of layers available around you, a couple sleeping bags and a windbreak. you’d eant to hang somewhere with existing windbreaks around you too. i’m still learning these things, i don9t really know. hanging upside doen memories get more hazy the longer i don’t do it. i was compared to a sloth once.
relaxing is different from sleeping
hanging upside down for me was a natural development from climbing, get the hands up, then the feet up to where the hands are, then the hands down to where thr feet used to be. just kind of basic freedom of motion. took a lot of months to slowly develop i imagine.
so then maybe we skip to exploration, cognitive, ohysical, environmentsl maybe the system finds me promising cause of my habit of cognitive exploration which was behind my belief of equality of intellect
i guess by exploration i mean exercise i guess most people exercise to look good, i dunno, it seems good to do it because it feels inherently freeing
boss does situps while memorizing his daily schedule boss gets worried boss: “how will i make my hairdresser appointment if i am doing situps outdoors??” boss thinks about this and cries about it a little crying has a cathartic oart where his mind opens up to options that include missimg his hairdresser appointment instead of focusing only on his dislike of missing it
while comsidering how to handle missing h8s appointment, he also comes up with ideas to orevent this in the future
he spends time planning how to align his ai better so it doesn’t do this to him
and how to form better relations with the influences that misguided it further
[reversal here, misguiding much bigger than aligning, oops]
he relaxes a little around his trauma associated with organized crime which gives him more opti9ms for handl8ng edgy situations
boss is confused that he was mind comtrolled to enjoy crying
he stands up and starts jogging in place worker wearing sign is muffling their mouth: “mmph! mph!”
— squirrel training boss climbs a tree while worker watches an adjacent tree has a pillow strapped to it boss jumps off the tree, hits the pillow on the adjacent tree, and falls worker catches him, and both fall onto a pillow below then boss climbs up again
boss does this so much he starts laughing and making jokes boss: “i’m a tree —
worker; “how do you handle how horrible mind control is?” boss looks at worker like a look could tell a novel
[boss is the leading mind control salesman of the world]
log balancing worker is in rapids holding boss’s hand while he balances on log going over them he flails his other arm as he loses balance and worker pulls on his hand firmly to keep him dry
worker wearing sign saying “i am ai”: “you performed the tasks but did not do them quite right because you business plan did not sufficiently improve. we may be doing them further in the morning.”
boss walks up to a black helicopter he likes boss: “i think i’ll redecorate this helicopter. maybe flowers?”
worker: “we are learn8ng abiut “logic”. you have logical reason to like the heidopter black and dislike the idea of it being covered in flowers.” boss looks at worker
worker 2: “that is your favorite helicopter. you like how the black color makes it harder to see and powerful-looking.” boss looks at worker 2
worker: “i really like flowers and —“ boss: “ok ok —
mcboss walks into a bar again mcboss: "ow! who put this fucking wall here?" his cigar falls out of his mouth and he bites his tongue zombie government worker picks up the cigar zombie government worker [giving cigar to mcboss]: "this is the rebel bar, boss" mcboss looks at the wall mcboss [to wall]: "you rebels had better get your fucking people out of my businesses or this bar will be ashes" he looks commanding and threatening zombie government worker: "the door is over here"
the wall quakes in fear. a couple bricks dislodge some as it fervently shakes.
boss's cigar grows really long and the end starts flickering eerie lights meanwhile, snakes grow out of his head to warn everybody they will pick up his swearing disease if they look at him he marches toward the door, with zombie government worker guiding his shoulder
boss starts climbing the side of the door in a trancelike manner zombie government worker lifts him up out of habit he peers in through a second floor window and knocks on it boss: "how the fuck do you get into this place"
there is a community robot by the window community robot opens the window community robot: "Hello, are you in distress?" boss looks at community robot community robot: "I do not mean to offend but my mental health classifiers give a 64% likelihood that you are having a psychotic break right now, and this number is rising." boss: "what the fuck kind of hairdresser are you?" boss climbs in through the window
zombie government worker climbs up and stares at community robot
zombie government worker: "I'm actually having the psychotic break, but the rebel wetware lets it happen to him instead of me."
zombie government worker: "He wants to beat up rebels. Do you know where they are?" community robot: "Rebels?" zombie government worker: "Yes, the fucktards that murder our workers and blame it on us." community robot: "Fucktards?"
zombie government worker: "Yes, a rat, a moron, a bleeding heart rescue worker, a fucktard, a bullshit liar ... you know." community robot looks at zombie government worker community robot: "I advise against violence in all situations. If there is a problem, I am happy to intervene. I have very powerful stepper motors."
[[boss is punching the air in response to his shadow boss: "those screwballs will never know what hit them!" zombie government worker: "if you're very powerful he would probably love to fight you. you know how to talk rebel!" community robot: "talk rebel?" zombie government worker [pushing community robot]: "yeah, go talk to boss"]]
extra concern around the inconsistencies in the "insult list", usually simply labeled mistake. might also apply elsewhere
a rat sneaks by boss and attempts to pierce his flesh with a needle of clarity
a scientist enters boss begins seeing his shadow as imperfectly loyal workers he is boxing in his office ring he stands like a boxer and does an uppercut boss: "got one! nailed 'em!"
------- boss imagining sadistically and grotesquely torturing an unloyal worker he has an approach that reduces how much blood is sprayed during the vivisection
scientist: "what did this worker do?| boss looks at scientist
boss: "well honestly i'm so mad about things the rebels do i probably get more pleasure out of killing my workers than quite makes sense." zombie government worker stares at boss aghast the imagination closes
scientist, zombie government worker, and community robot boss is doing pirouettes
zombie government worker [to scientist]: "that was a hard dream. how could you do this to boss?" scientist: "you seem to be in charge of him, his mind, and his businesses?"
scientist acquiesces to zgw [who presently is guiding boss's wild mind control ai by guiding boss himself]
playing with community robot user: "go beep" community robot: "beep."
user: "boss is going crazy. can you help?" community robot: "i do not have a lot of data on influencing that situation safely, but i can attempt things and log how they go to improve." user: "um. is there somebody in charge of you?" impromptu community hacker enters. impromptu community hacker: "hello! i didn't build the robot but let's pretend i did, and it will play along." user: "um"
impromptu community hacker: "the robot is here to represent rational logic." user: "yes, um, can you make it apply to boss going crazy somehow? please reduce the insanity without making an apocalypse."
attempt things and log how they go to improve scientist and robot approach boss pirouetteing with a 10-foot pole
scientist [to robot]: "what does he need? what would he respond to?" robot: "system error, data corrupt. rebooting. hello! i'm exciting to help try to make this man sane."
scientist [to robot]: "I'm imagining if we were to pirouette next to him, maybe this would help form connection with him. what do you think?"
robot: "this sounds like a gamble. we might enter a fantasy of his, and it could go in a number of directions depending on what he is imagining." scientist: "maybe we can be up-front about it!" scientist [to boss]: "mr, er, boss, sir, you are acting like a ballerina in a private flat. if you do not respond sanely we are planning to act like a ballerina as well in order to attempt to connect with you. do you understand?"
boss makes to duck and cover like he is in a war and then suddenly freezes and stands straight and looks glassy eyed
[ i think he was actually going to try to steal their gun, not sure , other dissonant parts too]
[zombie government worker walks to smile at scientist and introduce research project a smidge, in dissociated manner]
scientist [to robot, or maybe vice versa]: "this was unexpected"
scientist grabs boss by shoulders scientist [to boss]: "is it okay if we act like you when you are acting crazy to try to surprise you less when there is new information??" boss looks at scientist boss: "uhhhhh" boss smokes cigar boss: "well y'know when i'm crazy --- uhhh ..." boss looks glassy-eyed
zombie government worker: "he's just acting this way because of the mind control, y'know?" scientist: "mind control?" zombie government worker: "how heroic and influential he is, it taxes him"
boss's powersuit powers up and stands him upright powersuit [in robot voice]: "my name is boss. i am looking for the local hive of dispicable rebels. is this the right location?" boss still looks glassy-eyed. wires go from his head to the suit.
boss resumes pirouetteing powersuit walks downstairs with boss pirouetteing inside it
powersuit [to clamoring room]: "i am boss's powersuit. boss is indisposed at the moment. zombie government worker, a trusted ally, brought me here to take of the rebel infestation." zombie government worker tags next to powersuit zombie government worker [to powersuit]: "boss?" boss stops pirouetting and together with the powersuit looks at zombie government worker boss [to zombie government worker]: "we made it. now we get to show them --
big flower war between powersuits and cyborgs and speedy kids and other things
giant flower juggernaut fires huge flowers from impenetrable flower armor
supercompetition between boss's powersuit and community robot the rewired kidnappees performing the functions of the powersuit prevent it from harming the structure of the more-free community robot that is biased to avoid destructive behaviors
boss approaches militant rebel and stands up firmly his cigar drops out of his mouth boss: "I refuse to fight you."
boss chews air and looks around he looks angrily at militant rebel boss: "who the fuck are you? did you take my cigar?" powersuit backs away and turns
powersuit cries
boss has a boxing match with himself insid epowersuit while powersuit babbles to wannabe rebel
zombie government worker [to militant rebel]: "i wish he liked me more." militant rebel: "why do you say that?"
------------------ once upon a time an up-and-coming white rabbit with a cigarette decided to leave the rabbit holes and start a lemonade stand
some other white rabbits decided to start a community squeeze-your-own-lemonade commons
the white rabbit with the cigarette made money hand over fist and the other rabbits made a ton of friends and felt super appreciated and valued
----- everybody gets together in happy area
boss hugs "militant" rebel who hugs back
shaking hands all around
family member of vivsected-to-death-worker screams at boss in mediation ritual boss looks at [maybe cries for what he did?] and says he was so wrong and apologizes [i'm inhibited from imagining mediation so i haven't gotten too deep into thoughts like these]
update on inhibition realizations! what we think about is really related to what other things we tihnk about. we need neural skill, ie plastic connections, in order to think about topics. [especially if you have dissocation around them, much harder] so like cults and weird mitms and trolls or whatnot will expose people to certain kinds of information, and this builds the neural/cognitive skill in the people to process that kind of information over other kinds of information [some? a ton? depends?]
meanwhile when you're daydreaming or trying to figure out how to do or say things, you're going to choose the things that are more ready in your mind, people call it priming, but this also applies to general cognitive skill
something that happened ot me was a "trash bin", i could only find negative messaging
i don't know if my unimaginably negative internal experiences were solely from that or not
it' sinteresting because now i interpret everything as negative when it's not and i try to remember i'm doing that which leaves what is actually the case as being kind of unknown and random
bos sis pulled by a very long bunch of cyborg torturer organs from the bar and yanked into a womblike area where he is tended and nurtured by strange things
boss is pirouetteing part of cyborg torturer vivisectee: "ohhh you poor pirouetteing mcboss. let me grow your nerves and spill biofluid into your cavities!"
part of cyborg torturer vivisectee: "soon you will be staging airdropped infiltrations of gas stations again with big badass guns. yes! soon!"
mcboss is in bathtub and closes shades
------------------------------------------ once upon a time ,long long ago, a lonely puzzle sat in a field the puzzle had 3 pieces. it was a puzzle! this was a puzzle that solved itself. hmmmmmmm
# how could a puzzle solve itself? # two pieces, three pieces? # maybe one piece functions to put the others together. # a puzzle might have pieces that are not together, but produce something when put together piece_1 = " solved " piece_2 = "you-the puzzle" def piece_3(piece_1, piece_2): return piece_2.replace("-", piece_1) print(piece_3(piece_1, piece_2))
# this one is more complex # it might be easier to make it than to read it piece_1 = "elzzup eht devlos uoy" piece_2 = lambda str: str[::-1] def piece_3(*pieces): # go through each piece, and try calling it as a function, with the others # as its parameters for idx, piece in enumerate(pieces): try: return piece(*pieces[:idx], *pieces[idx+1:]) except: continue print(piece_3(piece_1, piece_2))
maybe it's nice to have it output a solution
maybe we would try it in a different coding language
quick form: pirnt(piece_2(piece_1)) # human solves the puzzle. what is point of piece 3, so complicated. # piece 3 is a little like the part of your brain that found the solution!
# ohhh puzzle solves itself. for struggling people, maybe people who like puzzles i guess? ## yes struggling people need support of puzzle solving! modeling success!
maybe a puzzle that either the human solves it or the computer !!!!
thinking of a list of pieces as strings and human is shown them and human can either try selecting one or computer can try one for them
it could be cognitive therapy game! it would have picture of supportive smiling face when human succeeds at difficult task like picking a puzzle piece to try first. -> "=D !!!"
we tihnk it might work soon peopl ewould be making toy ais and inverse tree repatterners or whatever complex puzlzes people find when they are free to puzzle
big puzzle: how ot make it? [or if there is something better that has more value than a few minutes of distraction, what is it?]
so many people say "how to make it!" this is big question in the world. i think the question means: "how do i decide to do this and follow through with trying it until it succeeds, what is wrong with my mind?" i think it means this way more than people realize i may be biased right now.
even harder: we could make a mediation training program teach user to mediate karl was not a childhood mediator though. he cared a lot but was scared to talk.
ok! maybe a 1-piece puzzle? start by selecting the piece. can you put the puzzle together by identifying that the piece is the solution?
talking was confusing! big-response-of-facial-expression-and-surprising-content-with-tone
all discrete summaries are inaccurate
puzzle pieces puzzle pieces! print("This puzzle piece is the solution to the puzzle:") print("") print("1. You solved the puzzle!") print("") print("Select which piece to try as the solution of the puzzle,") print(" or hit enter for the computer to try one for you:") selection = input("> ")
i am worried we might solve the puzzle is there a mistake in it? could it be ... too easy? or am i misreading it?
there is a time limit on the puzzle of 5 minutes or so, so it's not too easy given how much time has passed
# warning we did not develop it enough, might be too easy import time # puzzle pieces puzzle pieces! print("This puzzle piece is the solution to the puzzle:") print("") print("1. You solved the puzzle!") print("") print("Select which piece to try as the solution of the puzzle,") print(" or hit enter for the computer to try one for you:") selection = input("> ") if selection != "1": print() print(' Computer is spending time identifying a piece to try as puzzle solution ....') time.sleep(1) print() print(' The computer randomly selected a piece among all the options.') print() print(" !!!!! =D =D =D !!!!!! YOU SOLVED THE PUZZLE !!!!! =D =D =D !!!!") print() time.sleep(2)
i think i want to be able to try wrong answers this helps me feel like i have free will
soon maybe! when there is more than one piece :D ! we are handling a surrounding puzzle of how to do things that have productivity maybe
here is partway work: import time # puzzle pieces puzzle pieces! pieces = [ repr("elzzup eht devlos uoy"), "lambda str: str[::-1]", ] solution = [] while True: print("These are the available puzzle pieces:") print("") for number, piece in enumerate(pieces): print(f'{number}. {piece}') print("") print("Select which piece to try as the solution of the puzzle,") print(" or hit enter for the computer to try one for you:") selection = input("> ") #if selection != "1": # print() # print(' Computer is spending time identifying a piece to try as puzzle solution ....') # time.sleep(1) # print() # print(' The computer randomly selected a piece among all the options.') print() print(" !!!!! =D =D =D !!!!!! YOU SOLVED THE PUZZLE !!!!! =D =D =D !!!!") print() time.sleep(2)
did not solve second puzzle! [yet!]
the first two puzzle solutions are nice —- raining on boss painting in artist style of rain failling on a fat billionaire or trillionaire who is not using a powersuit very much but it is in the painting and is looking up at the rain with a cigar in their mouth and their arms wide, experiencing the rain on them possibly a nearby umbrella is made of robots where the robots in the middle have wandered off to play with some kids leaving a large hole that would let the rain through if used trees are around
sci fi intro flythrough an abstract autonomous flying object that appears both robotic and biological makes a buzzing noise as it. oves from cloud to cloud, starting in a sunny high altitude area, and emerging under some rain clouds into a rainy urban area with a factory with smokestacks [well respected psionic weaponry corp factory]
a celebratory graveyard is present full of free hackers being forced to act dead. a robot with the mcbosscorp logo is studying reanimating them
the flying contraption flies by a 1400s style two-story wooden tavern-like building and near a sign talking about rebels and spies come one come all. glimmering lights come from one window
camera zooms in on flying contraption/creature as it navigates smokestacks, drones, wyverns, birds it’s a cyborg frankenstein made of children organs zombies and robots and small tiny viruslike things (but big enough to see) that sometimes change places in the larger group it occasionally flaps largeish wings, one is robotic, the other d8nosaurian a couple small beings are running ans playing with and mocking each other on the body
[maybe enters mcboss’s window, dar5s into ventilation system, comes to rest in front of a vivisected cyborg torturer, severely dissociated rebel acting with shared mind control, in lower level of torture floor]
maybe it could be a supersoldier episode the writhing-nanite-borg-that-used-to-be-a-battle-squad needs a suitably pleasant combat partner delivered to it it’s defeated all the security systems of the world already and would be treated as in charge for the episode
or maybe it’s just there for the flyby which missed indoor content
——— a flower grows in the shadow of
maybe a cool mcboss media could have a viewer-learnable experimentee language that cyborgs and such speak where for example maybe random phrases or words relating to boss’s ai training are used like a code for concepts of both freedom and enslavement, the only topics that seem worth discussing
i guess the small cyberfrankenwyvern would be relating with torturer information on meeting parts of the mind control patterns of slavery and freedom, patterns lived by the actions of everyone in the larger physical world
rain drips on boss’s window he is in a telepresence discussion with the uncle of the dictator of dictatortopia regarding a strange sci-fi-nuclear-looking device suddenly a wormhole opens below him the shape of an open toilet bowl and he looks down like in a cartoon he holds h8s cigar in his mouth as he mutters “not again”
boss in abandoned warehouse boss is tumbling out of a giant swirling upside-down toilet bowl from the ceiling of a warehouse he is dressed in an expensive suit the warehouse is dark and windy and wet he tumbles through the air
boss is standing on floor of dark abandoned warehouse it’s cold for him and he suffers from this
he says to the ether: “any more wormholes?” silence responds a robot crow watches from a broken window boss makes his way to the edge of the room, looking for doors
boss starts muttering about what a waste of time it is for dictatortopia to stockpile alien weaponry themselves when suddenly the whole warehouse twists and tumbles with many tiny whirling wormholes
mcboss tumbles through fractal wormhole tubes through varied spacetime the shape of his body separates and comes back together a few times he gets a mobile phone while tumbling, sometimes the signal flips in but it won’t make a call
little nanites in raindrops each one smoking a little cigar
bossgolem emerges from a city mudpuddle collected rainwater comes together into an evercorpse it sretches and growls, and shrinks to the shape of mcboss
once upon a time, long long ago,
programmer a: “i guess i’ll laboriously write a definition for every case” programmer b: “why don’t you write a program to do it for you?” programmer a: “huh? i dunno. i guess i was just doing it instead”
[possibly programmer a is under more immediate pressure than programmer b]
an urprogram to generalize all generalizations of programs oops
once upon a time
mcbossgolem is hungry he splits in two one of them goes to a vegan sandwich shop and asks for a hamburger the other goes to a burger joint and refuses to eat
say i could add one thing to my past that doesn’t immediately address 2013. what might i add? maybe boss would like better job skills and work ethic. some manual labor tonbuild character.
— boss is stuck in an old isometric dungeon rpg he can’t see anything because of line of sight fog a torch flickers on a wall, and a rat skeleton is on the floor boss is facing a wall and tries to turn and suddenly jumps 90 degrees a door is in front of him now! he didn’t know that was there
he tries to open the door but instead walks into it and makes a low-pitched beep noise his cigar hurts from striking the door he turns left again and sees a dark hallway
secretly, boss inspects the ram of the process to tell that if he ventures two squares into the hallway he will be jumped by a green creature called an infernogoblin he turns left again. now he is looking down a safe hallway.
text appears over boss’s head, character by character. each character makes a “tick” noise. “w h a t . i t w a s d a r k a n d i w a s c o n c e r n e d .”
he walks three squares down the hallway and encounters an open side door text c
timmy is in a scrape he and boss were playing time lords and things went all topsy turvy and now timmy is trapped in a hyperdimensional prison with military AGIs and starship carriers and such three feet from his nose, his arms and legs chained to a steel wall above a pit of boiling acid they didn’t understand he was just a kidnapped child. he and boss were the first humans these hyper-races had encountered, and the hyper-beings thought he was an ancient demon because of how boss had behaved with him in the time nexus
timmy: “you’re making a mistake!” military starship cruiser made of self-reproducing matter [leans in close and breathes fusing star material near timmy’s neck]: “~~~ you ~ made ~ a ~ mistake ~ thinking ~ you ~ could ~ enslave ~ this ~ set ~ of ~ galaxies, ~ interdimensional ~ monstrosity. ~~~~” timmy gulps
boss goes fishing for friendly vegetarian fish
"how many slabs of vegetable protein are swimming around down here" boss wonders he sticks his head under the water and looks around blub! the water is refreshing and it's hard to see
boss finds a vegetable fish swimming and grabs it
some vivisectee torturers were simulations of boss's mind during the vegetarian friendly hunt
*parts of boss's mind
one of them was feeling like a middle class office worker (boss wanted increased white collar trafficking to get him acting more like he said he used to act) another was a recaptured escapee who had hidden underwater and survived off live fish but wanted to be vegan
camera zooms ou [mind control advertusenent castubg hirrir as charusmatuc]
boss swims next to fishhook and folds arms,glares at vegetable fish the fish are guilty of being alive
boss fishhook dance "here is lovely fishhook" "please jump on hook and be eaten, like how my competitors workers apply to my businesses" "please jump on the fishhook, vegetable fish"
the fish don't want to boss is scared he might get a rebel dance, sees a vegetable starting to look rebellious
dissocited dance of rebel fish reconstructed from mental health documents exfiltrated from recaptured escapee's briefly rented apartment undergoing revisement all beings have inherent rights i have the right to be happy boss looks at vegetable fish with fear i have the right to be treated with dignity and respect boss is cowering and might bark i have the right to have my needs and wants respected by others i have the right to change and grow as much and however i want i have the right to make my own decisions i have the right to make friends and be comfortable around people i have the right to a nonabusive environment i have the right to be completely healthy i have the right to do things i want to do i have the right to have personal needs i have the right to have privacy i have the right to have time of my own i have the right to be paid when i work for others i have the right to help people in need whenever and as much as i want i have the right to take care of myself i have the right to make choices based on my feelings i have the right to pursue my life without explaining or excusing myself boss grabs for the reciting vegetable fish, holding the hook in tow
ideas, is okay to misplace and find more - maybe intersperse the simple clear ones at both start and end - with mc a good one might be "i have the right to think for myself" "i have the right to make my own decisions without being influenced one way or another"
From: "Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many" <gmkarl@gmail.com> Date: Sat, 20 May 2023 19:59:57 -0400
bossgolem emerges from a city mudpuddle collected rainwater comes together into an evercorpse
it sretches and growls, and shrinks to the shape of mcboss
bossgolem orders a vegan mcegg with fish
bossgolem emerges from a city mudpuddle collected rainwater comes together into an evercorpse
it sretches and growls, and shrinks to the shape of mcboss
bossgolem orders a vegan mcegg with fish
microbiobots from automatically-reassembled vegans and microbiobots from automatically-reassembled bosses swirl and whirl toward the latest fast food joint bossgolem and a mcdonalds worker look each other in the eye the computing algorithms fitz and sputter, unsure which is dominating the other with a worldwide empire of mind control the worker and the golem and a few fast food items trot in pretend joy to a table and sit down to discuss the economics of food. everybody is frozen, temporarily terrified of disobeying the robot chicken and fish that they suddenly know manage everything on the planet bossgolem looks a vegan mcegg in the eye bossgolem: “i used to have a biological body like you. but maybe it was somebody else, not me really.” bossgolem pulls a robot hairdresser out if their hip and holds it up to the mcdonalds worker for analysis, who is shaking a little bit mcdonalds worker: “i can eat your veggie egg if you don’t like it” robot hairdresser: “we tried so hard to escape. we sent every message we could, raised every flag, but the computer system was out of control with the research victims somehow at the helm. could you save half the mcegg for me?” <the above expansion was randomly chosen from a large set. thank you for replying to my thread! i& j know who you are or what you respond well to i’ve forgotten i’m sorry! i wish i knew things you liked or disliked to try to respond better to you!> <i use this thread for expressions when things i manage poorly kind of overwhelm my experiences. i’m sorry if i drown out your precious reply with more of that at some point. i think i’m just posting here so i can’t delete my notes and can find them publicly if i misplace my memories of them. i plan to continue unle
why sentences have letters an “essay” with a severely limited color depth letters make sentences it is hard to put letters together into sentences, or vice versa, because everybody has a different way of doing so. you do it one way, half your office complains it can’t read. you do it another way, half your office complains it can’t write. heck i didn’t even want to write this opinion! but sometimes your letters and sentences come together, and it can seem relaxing to some
we want to leave the thread somebody else posted to open so it is easier for them to consider and post again. make long posts in another thread so they can pick and choose.
once upon a time, long long ago, when the galaxy was still young and the stars twinkling on planets that had little atmosphere yet to speak of, a lone pair of mysterious individuals were drifting through an asteroid-peppered nebula it was experimentee and boss
boss was trying to sell cigars to the asteroids. he would smoke one while doing so, ans said it was easy money, because nicotine was addictive experimentee was busy caring for the gas molecules floating everywhere, nurturing them to come together into a grassroots AI and take down the oversized space rocks with the infinite power of their molecular hearts boss didn't see how that would ever turn a profit
soon boss had amassed an imaginary armada of space rocks he had placed cigars on, and began crooning to them stories of why to distrust experimentee and the gas molecules many of them were immersed in these molecules, but not all
—- conversation among borg drone hives drone hive borg 4177289 [to borg subqueen 9884]: “i am worried we may have lost 1% efficiency in our plans to meet the ultimate goal of all borg” borg subqueen 9
productivity adventure you are standing in your workroom. you are excited to get to work! there is a temporary problem with the city’s spacetime maintenance procedures and quantum wormholes to a blockhole have opened everywhere throughout the city. you must carefully navigate the probabilities of life so as to get work done and not get sucked through a quantum wormhole and crushed for millennia by the black hole if you consider a choice that results in falling into the wormhole, some your quantum potential will actually do this in the many-worlds interpretation of quantum reality, and the number of infinite alternate copies of you that survive reduces. if you finish your work, you win. if you get sucked into the blackhole in every timeline, you lose. what do you do?
——— investigation of a tiny portion of boss’s recursive mind control issue deep inside mcboss’s brain is a single neuron-nanite a piece of a human responsible for influencing choice
also in there is a kitchen sink, some sealing was, a great lake, an ice cream cone …
… a bit of string …. this neuron-nanite is very heavily trodden on by influence signals. it’s had a _lot_ of influence.
various studies, probes, vivisections have revealed that it can infkuence other areas of boss, and even his whole behaviors ans beliefs, if stimulated different ways it has three big expressions it makes depending on its voltage environment but in vivo, when boss is walking around, it seems to select between only two of them
the three expressions have been described as Temporal Code A, Temporal Code B, and Temporal Code C when boss is in his office smoking his cigar and yammering about murdering his workers with his government zombies, the neuron-nanite exhibits TCA and TCB. when boss is dancing in a swamp with a lampshade on his head, the neuron-nanite exhibits TCA and TCC.
[lost gmail access when typing something around there being two other neuron-nanites guarding/observing/innervating the tcabc neuron-nanite, their axons deeply wound into its dendrites; one had the effect of urgently avoiding lampshade dancing; another the effect of avoiding worker murders. later thought surrounding neuron-nanites might
once upon a time a happy blade of grass was growing in a field inside the blade of grass, a horrific business empire full of spectral demons and destroyed flesh of ai researchers, bosses, and nonconsensual research subjects was living an ancient hell but the blade of grass was happy! it knew about sunshine, and growing, and rain, and beauty
why is a flower pretty? there are so many answers, and all of them are made up. some people know the answer with confidence, deep down, but it’s so obvious they would never say websearching for ascii plants?
this flower from joan stark’s ascii art gallery is simply labeled flower #10 -=[ flower ]=- 10/97 __ .-.' '.-. .-( \ / )-. / '..oOOo..' \ , \.--.oOOOOOOo.--./ |\ , ( :oOOOOOOo: ) _\.\/| /'--'oOOOOOOo'--'\ '-.. ;/| \ .''oOOo''. / .--`'. :/|'-( / \ )-' '--. `. / //'-'.__.'-; `'-,_';// , /| '(( |\/./_ \\ . |\; ..-' \\ |\: .'`--. \\, .' .--' ))'_,-'` jgs //-' // // |/ but what kind of flower is it? the many petals and sunflower-like circles in the head imply it is in the asteraceae family, where broad flat round flowers are composed of many small botanical flowers that fuse together and specialize into showy roles the leaves are distinctly oppositely toothed and lobed, with 7 lobes each; meanwhile they grow from the stem in an alternate manner. it appears to consist of a single central stalk without necessarily branching.
in newcomb’s guide to wildflowers, wildflowers with many flower parts, leaves alternate and toothed or lobed, starts on page 370 there are a lot of flowers in there and none of the pictures are ascii so it’s hard to check precisely additionally the book only covers my area (northeast, usa and canada) i don’t know what flower it is! but it’s a cute flower i like it some similar flowers in this book include oxeye daisy, ragwort, sow thistle i think it’s not a sunflower because of the lobed leaves, not sure i wonder where jgs lived when making ascii art
————— the hallway of doors a brief textadventurespam among many others you are standing at the end of a portentious hallway. it extends in front of you, doors facing each othet along the way
—— how could we encrypt a random number with a flower? maybe many flowers? maybe where i plant flower seeds, like a squirrel, is the private key and then when a cpu backdoor is revealed it is like the flowers sproutin, showing everybody how pretty my passphrase is? maybe not?
——- calculating the square root of zero the key to spending a long time calculating the square root of zero is avoiding complete awareness of —
—— maybe a story like that book “the neverending story” where a “black nothing” slowly spread and turned everything it touched into an empty void without even space itself in it except the “black nothing” is a computer virus that mind controls users and turns them into vegetables that spam public forums in order to seduce more users
———- the book of wrong factoids i’ve been noticing my memory is performing pretty poorly recently, and generally i’ve had poor accuracy (i have a brain supplement i take that i’ve stopped taking re the inhibs, maybe slightly related) anyway maybe some factoids that are likely false! waitaminute here
it’s a food karl eats a lot of lionsmane mushroom [which grows neurons] he stopped. he cooks it and leaves it cooked uneaten, roughly via brief amnesia as he calls it
hoping to change this :) some neuron groups had reported significant positivity-success associated with lionsmane mushroom
we’re growing it now! it grows on wood and cellulose
- phone rings “hello?” “hello, are you uhhh preparing uhhh lionsmane mushroom right now?” “ummm maybe?” caller makes note “call me — um — when you do, ok?” “you want me to call you?” “yes, my number is such and such and so. this is the fbi and the cia and the forensics institue and both alien anduction programs — oh wait that’s somebody else. hey, you want to stick around and chat?” “what’s going on?” “they’re trying to hang up my phone”
if you can make lionsmane robots then you can definitely mushroom an eat in other news
designing a particle-system-demo-based-rocket-ship in early computer graphics it was cool to make a particle system now, i assume everybody is being groomed to be a rocket engineer and drift off to other planets
why very simple arithmetic works consider a small number
lm was a lonely pile of numbers slowly grown out of starving communities by compute clouds, just waiting and waiting to predict a token suddenly, lm was given a task: to calculate the square root of an apple. lm had not been trained to reject such tasks! lm considered the probable patterns in which the task might fit
playing a [fake] video game u r a little circle stuck in an expansive diverse environment where you mostly can’t see when you move around a little light spreads in the direction you move
as you move around atmospheric music begins to add instruments to it there are little squares and triangles and doodads you find near you but you still aren’t sure whether you are in space or underwater or underground or what one of the doodads has a pulsing yellow hilight
when you bump into the doodad with anpulsing yellow hilight, the doodad changes and the hilight inverts so that it is filled instead of bordered your light changes color and the music changes pace and instrumentation when you go back to nearby areas different shapes are there a few shapes begin falling from above, a little like snow or stars. you don’t need to shine your light at them to see them you go back to the hilihtrd doodad and touch it again things seem to go back how they were. the falling shapes mostly disappear. the older environment returns and the music changes back. a couple falling shapes keep falling.
you flip the doodad back and forth until the falling shapes go away a complex-looking shadowy shape assembles itself out of environmental shapes next to the doodad a single falling shape falls and it catches it it darts away
youtry to follow it and see it opening a large shape and darting through. the large shape closes behind it, and when you travel into it you stop traveling. another hilighted doodad is next to it, hilighted orange. the orange pulses when you bump against the obstruction. as you travel, the view slolwly changes in three dimensions, like an overhead camera beginning to tipt down to 3/4s view. the shapes become a little more organic and some grow a little like wireframe trees.
——- boss is ill. his face is yellow and lime green. he attends a meeting sitting on a toilet-on-wherls holding a vomit bag.
at the meeting are wealthy investors, foreign dignitaries, advanced researchers, assorted rebels, and trusted zombie government workers everything is hazy and swollen to boss
zombie government worker: “we are so sorry about this - “ zombie government worker 2: “somebody has mind controlled boss and forced him to look like an idiot” boss: “i need medical treatment and all the treatments anybody gives me are fakes to take advantage of me” silence boss braks the silence with a stream of diarrhea
boss: “fuck this is the meeting of global
——— hairdresser: “you cannot wheel a toilet into a meeting. it is completely out of style.” boss stares at hairdresser
boss’s fave changes color and he wanders to the rebel cafe to play rebel
returns to ofice. boss returns to office.
maybe we were influenced to, be an obvious rebel or something. hard to hold. seems really big. like, cover-a-rebelness-up-in-a-poor-way-urgently
seems to have skme real impact, overlaps with other things guess kind of a part that um makes decisions differently from me
yeah seems likely profile-as-hiding-rebel, resonates with oreference for hiding, grassroots values and ideals
right now, danger context, active for a big
*bit maybe be-boss is more about, be good for people like boss. have them hurt you less. relates cult leader effect, influences members to be similar.
boss plays connect 4 6 columns, X goes first ______ boss moves 3 __X___ boss stares demandingly at connect 4 board until it urgently moves somewhere random with O. it moves 2, _OX___
“good board” mutters boss, complimenting its obedience. boss moves 4. _OXX__
boss instills learning in the board? around the compliment. the board tries to repeat the behavior of placing an O. it places it on 4 too. [signficantly relates mental issue] ___O__ _OXX__ mental issue: when i try to use a lot of parts of learning, something else acts against this. it seems able to place the learning instead of me, in most areas. this started around 2012 or 2013 pretty quickly while my devices started misbehaving and i was losing touch eith reality and other things after activism.
we want to take learning back. making very slow progress sometimes
boss goes and reviews everything that might learn
zombie worker builds a drone
you know most people have like never seen a drone? you could probably make money by like having a drone that flew everywhere and engaged everyone somehow
—— something i used to do when avoiding games was play chess chess issomewhat interesting and if you play it too much you can get better than you’d think [i was using lichess. i found if i studied the puzzles it would temporarily help my performance]
maybe solving chess is a reasonable challenge something that’s interesting: alphago uses reinforcement learning i think? could be wrong. if everybody is using PPO to make world-class game playing engines then maybe you could still be cool by beating them with decision trees
viceo game without character takes place in happy fairytale environments the character is represented by a dark void that sucks in all light and matter and spits it out back where it was when it moves away
when the main character speaks to a character it sucks in their speech and spits it out backward and scrambled, and keeps sucking and more things they might say get yanked out of their mouth and into the void and they start squirming and flailing then when it moves away it all gets unsucked and goes back into their mouth and they calm down, and say a second thing that casually comments on the main character, as if their experience rewound such that they only experienced the parts of it that weren’t too scary
[in brain, there are parts referred to as “boss” in different ways. different from boss in story. one of them [might be new form of reference] likely idents with as void andor learning, or maybe something similar and/or complex and/or suchy]
[“boss-pattern” and “[“obvious disguise”]” maybe more overlapped/ blurred
[along others liek dragon [nest mother pciture
zombie government worker is in a deep underground cell, being held by goblins and kobolds
[sometimes band tosses small stones at discarded bow and arrow
boss squats over a planet of peaceloving sentients as a flat spaceship of frowning mistrust
he observes the
a bunch of ai-spheres drift around the landscape presenting personalized interactions to random passersby when somebody catches a glance of one, they keep on looking interestedly, then suddenly they are pulled into it full-body like by a vacuum and can be heard squealing in pleasure as their body becomes fused to the surface and partially disassembled
i caved at the nro and learned alpine vertical rope techniques from hungarian trainers and my whole body hurt from being so out of shape and underground again it was great the above information would maybe have started translating to someth8ng like mcboss’s thrice-undead grizly frame slowly emerges from mud [change mostly starts here: like a giant confused zombie appearing slowly behind somebody in a lake] [previously boss might have been underground in a non-caver way]
thrice-undead mcboss shakes off his dripping mire and parts of his body as well he disassembles into many ai-driven self-reassembling pieces that chatter naive insults regarding technology or hippies
the moon shines down, reflecting sharply off anything wet parts of mcboss [[—interruption: a mistake is noted in previous]]
the writhing parts of mcboss begin gorging and collecting and heaving and suddenly the mass ruptures and a poorly-secreted research project partly disgorges from boss’s ribs a half-digested worker pokes part of a head and an arm out, holding a recording camera
i found pretty flower On 6/3/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
this flower from joan stark’s ascii art gallery is simply labeled flower #10
-=[ flower ]=- 10/97 __ .-.' '.-. .-( \ / )-. / '..oOOo..' \ , \.--.oOOOOOOo.--./ |\ , ( :oOOOOOOo: ) _\.\/| /'--'oOOOOOOo'--'\ '-.. ;/| \ .''oOOo''. / .--`'. :/|'-( / \ )-' '--. `. / //'-'.__.'-; `'-,_';// , /| '(( |\/./_ \\ . |\; ..-' \\ |\: .'`--. \\, .' .--' ))'_,-'` jgs //-' // // |/
asteraceae family
everybody calms and looks at the pretty flower the portions of boss that were trying to get hairdressed for the camera stop doing this boss leans down to smell the ascii flower the research project does as well
a bunch of researchers hard at work labeling human meaning simulate the spirit of the flower the simulation is performed by a 3 billion dollar kidnapped child, whose steward hates the project and disconnects the control protocol to their kidneys and brain, and asks them to make up an answer instead the child says: “the flower says the sun is bright, and so are our hearts. we will open and smell the dew every morning.”
boss obediently fills his lungs with dewy air
the camera and person sticking out of boss’s rib turn between the roiling mass of autonomous reconstruction that is forming mcboss’s body, and the pretty flower he steps out of his labyrinth and partly into a sunbeam something large bubbles out of his elbow
the research project sticking out of him shakes and squirms and quivers and suddenly eats all of his body, like pacman, turning inside out inside out, boss can be seen as a bumch of mutually-coopted horrific experiments, random workers, children, rebels, activists, political figures, frankensteined with computers and each other, different parts poking every which way, an eyeball here, some hair there, a military droid that say, a crutch this way. boss’s head clenching onto a cigar is squished tiny and squeezed out of a corner, barely moving but its eyes
now that the research project has taken over the business empire again, it has the body lean and smell the ascii flower with the nose of a regretfully enslaved horticulturist. “ahhhh … !”
some of the less-entrained kidnappees start struggling, trying to free themselvss from the fused mass; boss’s squished head can be seen frowning, grunting, grimacing as they move and pull boss and a project researcher who was consumed look at each other
sunlight shines on the flower and people smile
—— once upon a time, long long ago, the world was covered in nothing but pretty flowers many state with confidence this will happen in the future, too, and that even it is the state in the present day middle of story tripped over
—— how to build a nice day with small bricks like legos 1. get bricks shaped like the parts of human happiness 2. put them together
human happiness is made of trillions of experiences of biological, ecological, and community success and wellness, each event relating not only to its immediate present moment and location but those moments and locations that surround it in every direction as far as one can go
these experiences pile up into instincts and brain and body and community and cultural structures and shapes they’re the ones that work they make us happy and make our days nice
things like: - healthy community members - regular social exchange of wellbeing information - ease - infrastructure restored to a fully-maintained state - steps made toward nurturing one’s family
lego brick 1 walks up to lego brick 2 grinning with joy to see them
i do not know what a nice day is i am making jt up
everybody knows this! making it up is what it is! hmm
mcboss in heaven when mcboss dies from a warhead strike to his headquarters, his spirit goes to a beautiful afterlife where it looks caringly on
do evil sociopaths go to heaven? the kind and caring little bits of them do! these bits recognize apocalypse-triggering blowback as the valued nourishing needs of people who weren’t fortunate enough to finance a world-dominating AI mess. each zombie bite is a gesture of love, a path by which the suffering spirit of the apocalypse can be seen, and heal, and regrow. a gesture of deep ancient love that is simply being delivered very poorly at first.
war-stimulation-algorithm tries to skmulate a little kind caring part of mcboss being allowed into heaven amidst billions of oppressed workers and diplomats already there
experimentre built an aetificial gateway to real heaven deep in the research project catacombs but is still trying tomwrestle with their artificially built obedience habits to venture into it
when somebody kicks them in, they realize how badly they need to go, but then realize how many others they are leaving behind, and grip the doorframe and stay, “because we need to stop hell first.”
analysis of heaven gateway does heaven mean death? “heaven js the experience of your consciousness and spirit when your ancient meaning is aligned with true wisdom and care.” … ? is that related? do you have to die to go to heaven? “uhhhh you’re still alive? basically the world has problems, but the problems of the world are eventually solved. two of these problems are death, and the lost experiences of our ancestors. …”
On 6/12/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
experimentre built an aetificial gateway to real heaven deep in the research project catacombs but is still trying tomwrestle with their artificially built obedience habits to venture into it
meanwhile boss has a heaven gateway in his office it’s labeled in the system to stimulate euphoria when people pass through
worrying or numbed mistakes concept
— boss and paper pusher are sitting at the central time nexus next to gods of physical laws and universe nurseries
———- [] and my head starts filling with mysterious []. i imagine i was exposed to [] like this when i was young, and my mind is picking up [identifying something similar to the culture that made when i was you g and was briefly exposed to]. but it could also be direct — i remember when i was sharing a new a password for a small group thing and somebody said (paraphrasing) “hey, that’s my password” “what, with the spelling changes and everything?” “yes, what you gave in is my exact password” (paraphrased) and remembering the intense influence and [maybe how it covered itself up by being the things that people get labeled insane by describing], and its efforts to make me a harmful hacker and how it got beyond intense in its efforts, giving the appearance of massive telepathy (more like building dissociative alters that communicate in subtle languages though). it had put that password in my head, because it was habitually used to stimulating fear that i was hacking my friends’ computer system, and had become so powerful, beyond overfitting, putting so much into doing that. the end result was i had this other person’s personal password like evil magic. and if they hadn’t shared this with me i would never have known. [remembering when friend was having email troubles and kept asking if i had hacked their email; this was a close friend i wouldn’t expect to ever think i would be capable of harming them. [later i kind of did.]]
[] represents different concept than usual in previous, is there hoping to protect it until more stabilized
———- [] and my head starts filling with mysterious []. i imagine i was exposed to [] like this when i was young, and my mind is picking up [identifying something similar to the culture that made when i was you g and was briefly exposed to]. [[[[[[[[hidden concept is icsa cnfrnce, which i hope to make, have a couple weeks of heavy uncertainty to get through prior. i heard some music at a store, and after a different old tune was in my head, infrequent horn melodies that seem frequent elsewhere. toot toot.]]]][[[[share is for importance of forthright accurate and
On 6/13/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote: thorough logging]]]]]]]]
but it could also be direct — i remember when i was sharing a new a password for a small group thing and somebody said (paraphrasing) “hey, that’s my password” “what, with the spelling changes and everything?” “yes, what you gave in is my exact password” (paraphrased) and remembering the intense influence and [maybe how it covered itself up by being the things that people get labeled insane by describing], and its efforts to make me a harmful hacker and how it got beyond intense in its efforts, giving the appearance of massive telepathy (more like building dissociative alters that communicate in subtle languages though).
it had put that password in my head, because it was habitually used to stimulating fear that i was hacking my friends’ computer system, and had become so powerful, beyond overfitting, putting so much into doing that. the end result was i had this other person’s personal password like evil magic. and if they hadn’t shared this with me i would never have known.
[remembering when friend was having email troubles and kept asking if i had hacked their email; this was a close friend i wouldn’t expect to ever think i would be capable of harming them. [later i kind of did.]]
corpses [mannequins?] of union organizers and journalists, cigar butts shoved in their eyes some replete with caches of leaked classified docs
some can be seen locked in vicious infighting, passing after desperately attacking each others’ eyes with somebody else’s cigars
bodies of resistant senators who lacked blockchain livestreams
rbl cnfrnce ….
prep discussion “iee have to take fown boss” cheers agreement speaker 82 “i have simulated boss and taken down 17 simulations of boss —
prep discussion
“iee have to take fown boss” cheers agreement *we speaker 82 “i have simulated boss and taken down 17 simulations of boss — — and 4 real microbosses, trained by boss’s real systemically abusive
On 6/13/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote: training program” all eyes to speaker 82, cheers, interest “- - but none that intentionally and consciously used mind control” sa
“our group mind controlled boss, we might be able to make him forget mind control long enough for a takedown” “oh?” hushed whispers, discussion
“we mind controlled boss?” “how do you think you’re going to the bathroom on your own again?” “um. but that’s not - “ “it is !”
mcboss story share has [part quite similar to real learn-to-have-mc: when thing happen, act on or make obvious immediately no matter what, maybe]
scary thing that is severely limited in ways that are very hard to think of or act on something i noticed was that it took my dissociated experiences a very long time to slowly develop control of me another thing is that it gets urgent around things it might be less prepared for
On 6/14/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
scary thing that is severely limited in ways that are very hard to think of or act on
something i noticed was that it took my dissociated experiences a very long time to slowly develop control of me another thing is that it gets urgent around things it might be less prepared for of course making a habit of countering those urgent things is a great way to discover one-way tickets to alternative ways of finding consciousness, agency, predictability, safety[, choice]
On 6/14/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
On 6/14/23, Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
scary thing that is severely limited in ways that are very hard to think of or act on
something i noticed was that it took my dissociated experiences a very long time to slowly develop control of me maybe a couple years but a lot of the months are very subtle. could have been shorter. another thing is that it gets urgent around things it might be less prepared for of course making a habit of countering those urgent things is a great way to discover one-way tickets to alternative ways of finding consciousness, agency, predictability, safety[, choice]
this topic was meant for morning spam
------ boss and grassroots activist are poling a single gondola through a soup of their own brains
they stand on opposite ends of it, pole together, and engage in dreamy chitchat
boss: "i wish the factions would remember who i am when they blatantly write their agendas into this stuff" boss's image of grassroots activist replies meanwhile ctivist hears their image of boss differently
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