Morning Spam

[Karl]

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

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

Mind Control Boss, the Webcomic, draft 1

#1

panel 1:
Setting: Boss's office

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

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

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

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

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

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

panel 3:
Setting: same coffee shop

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

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

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

#2

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

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

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

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

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

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

#3
Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

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

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

Corpse of State Worker: "Very sorry."

#4
Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office

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

Machine Learning Marketer has bloody wires leaving their scalp.

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

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

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

#5

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