Morning Spam

Sat Nov 14 06:55:26 PST 2020

I'll keep the whole log one last time, so it can possibly get signed by this poorly kept key, and add to the bottom.

On November 13, 2020 5:36:22 AM EST, Karl <gmkarl at gmail.com> wrote:
>[OT] [dangerous due the possibility of dangerous people thinking it is
>an
>analogy for whatever they're concerned about]
>
>On Wed, Nov 11, 2020, 8:18 AM Karl <gmkarl at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> I haven't read the replies I haven't acknowledged, because I'm trying
>to
>> slow down entering the dissociative state where I post obsessively to
>the
>> list and do nothing else, and accessing the same threads could
>trigger it
>> faster.
>>
>> Here is a webcomic outline.  To help with the major motion picture
>being
>> slowly grown from horrifically enslaved countries to bring their dead
>> beloved dictators back to life as respected community members with
>badly
>> needed medical care:
>>
>> Mind Control Boss, the Webcomic, draft 1
>>
>> #1
>>
>> panel 1:
>> Setting: Boss's office
>>
>> Boss: "Somebody mentioned mind control on that mailing list.  Let me
>know
>> when it's cleaned up."
>>
>> Cleanup Worker (previously Secretary of State, talking honestly, has
>> bloody wires leaving scalp, wears weapons dealer logo on smart
>looking
>> political outfit): "Of course, Boss!  We love you so much for
>enslaving us
>> to your every whim!"
>>
>> panel 2:
>> Setting: local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network,
>Come
>> One Come All"
>>
>> Specialist (now a cleanup worker for Boss): "The Boss told me to
>clean
>> this mailing list up.  I told him to fuck off, that it's out of his
>> control."
>>
>> Excited Supporter (at a nearby table of torture victims, rescue
>workers,
>> and diplomats): "What list now?"
>>
>> State Worker (wears same weapons dealer logo as Secretary of State,
>> watching, is at table of rebels with Specialist, in role of "way to
>control
>> and spy on Boss", texting privately on Mobile Phone): [Excited
>Supporter
>> will b worker who rebels.  Can u make sure 2 erase what they look up
>> tonight?]
>>
>> panel 3:
>> Setting: same coffee shop
>>
>> Rebel Worker (sitting next to State Worker, wears same shirt, phone
>dings
>> and looks suddenly at State Worker):  "The fuck???" <immediately
>shoots
>> State Worker dead>
>>
>> Dead State Worker's Mobile Phone: "Contacting Cleanup.  Thank you for
>> using Dictatorsoft."
>>
>> Specialist (same one, at table): <while phone alarming about
>cleanup>,
>> "Again????"
>>
>> #2
>>
>> panel 1: (torture victim, excited supporter, and/or rebel worker
>visit
>> mailing list, assume it is super cool, archive it and spread it
>everywhere)
>>
>> panel 2:
>> Scene: Former Secretary of State's office
>>
>> Cleanup Worker (formerly secretary of state, bloody wires leaving
>neatly
>> combed hair, gesturing at corpse of State Worker, talking to Machine
>> Learning Marketer): "Boss can't see well and needs to hear it from
>the
>> horse's mouth, and the horse is dead.  Could you fix up a video chat
>for us
>> where the horse is alive?"
>>
>> Machine Learning Marketer (knows nothing about machine learning, is
>new to
>> corporation): "Certainly.  We do that all the time."
>>
>> panel 3:
>> Scene: Boss's office, with corpse of State Worker present, propped up
>as
>> if still alive.  Boss is in a hospital bed.
>>
>> Corpse of State Worker (blurry due to severe issues Boss is having):
>> "Boss, I am your loyal servant.  The mailing list has been cleaned
>up."
>>
>> #3
>> Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office
>>
>
>I found a possible early part of #3 in my semipreserved notes (I have
>to
>pretend to erase stuff to work on things like this): "We leaked some
>things
>helpful to Boss on a rebel mailing list" .  I'm not focusing on filling
>in
>all the scene and panels for #3 since I already shared it.
>
>Standing Corpse of State Worker: "I have bad news.  The rebel mailing
>list
>> posts we've been using to share propaganda are predicted to make more
>> rebels than propaganda."
>>
>> State Worker 2 (hired to replace State Worker after their death,
>bloody
>> wires leaving scalp): "Don't say that!  I might tell the boss!"
>>
>> Corpse of State Worker: "Very sorry."
>>
>> #4
>> Scene: Former Secretary of State's Office
>>
>> Standing Corpse of State Worker 2 (microelectronics and brains
>hanging out
>> of scalp, eyes moving wildly and independently of each other): "After
>being
>> brought back from the dead so many times by Machine Learning
>Marketer, Boss
>> can no longer learn new information without being killed out of fear
>of
>> subversion by propaganda.  This doesn't seem much like leadership to
>the
>> workers, so we've kind of reinterpreted who the boss really is, and
>listen
>> instead to their "spirit" rather than letting them say anything. 
>Machine
>> Learning Marketer has a computer that can report spirit."
>>
>> Machine Learning Marketer has bloody wires leaving their scalp.
>>
>> Standing Corpse of State Worker 3 (also has obviously poorly-done bci
>> surgery):  "You said you replaced the Boss with a computer
>simulation?"
>>
>> State Worker 2: "Yeah, can you kill me until I do it well enough to
>say
>> straight, for the coffee shop?"
>>
>> Machine Learning Marketer: <reaches for their own cellphone and
>breaks it
>> in half.  Takes out a gun and empties it into the lights>. "I think
>the
>> simulation just mind controlled me not to."
>>
>> #5
>>
>> <we can come up with these forever, and have the next one drafted
>too, but
>> it is too hard to continue for me to write it right now.  it involves
>> describing what it is like to communicate things when your behavior
>and
>> medical treatment are augmented by machine learning algorithms each
>made or
>> influenced by a different warring faction trying to manipulate you
>toward
>> their own particular ends.  sorry ran out of steam, got triggered too
>badly
>> in #4>
>>
>
>[Note re the recent xkcd: there is no coronavirus in this yet. 
>everyone
>still remembers how to go near others and be friendly and comfortable
>with
>that.  I'd probably split the coffee shop in two, for people who want
>to
>wear masks and people who don't, with full accommodations for both
>views,
>and have the characters move between the two areas demonstrating how
>easy
>it is to resolve a conflict.  Boss's people would generally not wear
>masks
>in any office or while harming people, their masks would have been
>designed
>to fail, and they would always wear them in public.]
>
>#5
>Scene: Boss's Office
>
>Computer Audio of Boss (part of Audiovisual Setup, with Hospital Bed
>behind
>it): "This ..." <voice cuts out, the words struggling>
>
>Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Defusing anger."
>
>Computer Audio of Boss: "... mailing list ..." <struggling>
>
>Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Patient now deeply
>relaxed."
>
>Computer Audio of Boss: "... is part of my .. " <suddenly stops>
>
>Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Numbing severe
>hopelessness."
>
>Computer Audio of Boss: "... medical plan to ..."
>
>Status Display: "Extensive memory reconstruction requiring delay.
>Simulation taking over."
>
>Computer Video of Boss: "... heal my ..."
>
>Status Display: "Filling in for memory loss.  Numbing severe
>hopelessness."
>
>Computer Audio of Boss: "... destroyed brain?"
>
>Cleanup Worker (formerly Secretary of State):  "Yes, Boss."
>
>Machine Learning Marketer: "We love you so much, we could never let you
>come to harm."
>
>
>#6
>Scene:  Local coffee shop named "Underground Spy and Rebel Network,
>Come
>One Come All"
>
>panel 1:
>
>Toddler is staring at Dedicated Cop, who is sitting at the rebel table
>in
>conversation, their skull open with brains and microcircuitry hanging
>out.
>
>Middle Kid (off-panel): "Toddler, whatcha staring at?"
>
>
>panel 2:
>
>Middle Kid (in severe terror): <shrieks loudly! everybody looks at her>
>"Mommy that man's brains are falling out!  Call 911!"
>
>Mother Supporter: "Shush!" <glances at Dedicated Cop, who has brains
>hanging out> "That man is fine.  Why are you acting out like this?"
>
>Middle Kid: <stares at mother, astonished, confused, terrified>
>
>Older Kid: "The man is fine.  Don't be such a baby."
>
>Toddler pokes playfully at their own head in the same spot as the
>opening
>to Dedicated Cop's skull, acting out having a friendly discussion while
>your brains are falling out.
>
>
>panel 3:
>
>Rebel Worker 2 (sitting across from Dedicated Cop, to Middle Kid as she
>walks by to return to her family):
><hushed>
>"What you saw was real, but for now if you tell the wrong person,
>you'll
>get hospitalized yourself.  That's going to change.  You can find me
>and my
>friends at this coffee shop.  Tell your mother I told you to listen to
>her."
>
>
>#7
>
>panel 1:
>
>The rebel table has Cautious Cop and Dedicated Cop (with brains hanging
>out) in discussion with Rebel Worker 2 and Corpse of State Worker 3
>both
>across the table.  Specialist is sitting nearby.
>
>Rebel Worker 2:  "Thanks so much for coming to speak with us and being
>willing to listen.  I know these are very serious accusations for
>Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp to lay against Poor Abused
>Dictator
>Megacorp, but this is very real human trafficking and rights abuse."
>
>Corpse of State Worker 3 (looking almost alive, bci surgery carefully
>hidden now, acting very formal): "Rebel Worker 2 has been advising me
>from
>Well-Respected Psionic Weaponry Corp, for some time now.  Rebel Worker
>2
>was introduced to me as having held their management role at
>Well-Respected
>Psionic Weaponry Corp for over a decade."
>
>
>panel 2:
>
>Dedicated Cop (blood flies from their brain a little as they turn their
>head): "We'll need the full names of the perpetrator and the accuser
>for
>the charges."
>
>Rebel Worker 2: "I'm Rebel Worker 2, here's my ID, this is State Worker
>3,
>and I have a recording of Torture Victim Double Agent, an employee of
>Poor
>Abused Dictator Megacorp, discussing this with Trusting Coworker, while
>in
>the act."
>
>
>panel 3:
>
>Cautious Cop: "We'll collect information and be sure to follow up.  You
>said you're accusing Poor Abused Dictator Megacorp, not Well-Respected"
><coughs> "Psionic Weaponry Corp?"
>
>Rebel Worker 2: <pauses, briefly confused> "Yes.  Poor Abused Dictator
>Megacorp is engaging in human trafficking and rights abuse, and we have
>proof."
>
>Specialist: "Sorry to butt in, but I've actually been tracking some
>attacks
>on automl systems being developed for human rights, and it's pretty
>clear
>the attacks stemmed from the people you're talking about.  I would love
>to
>testify to this."
>
>
>#8:
>
>panel 1:
>(Middle Kid goes to the bathroom and finds Specialist laying on the
>floor.
>Rebel Worker 2 enters, eyes glazed over.)
>
>Rebel Worker 2 (looking at Middle Kid): "Who are you?"
>
>Middle Kid: "Don't you recognise ..." <Rebel Worker 2 brushes by her,
>ignoring her, and she hides>
>
>panel 2 (multiple panels):
>
>Rebel Worker 2 takes some things (microcircuitry and a small saw) from
>inside the flap of the trash, quickly opens the skull of Specialist and
>places something inside, returns the things, and leaves with
>Specialist's
>skull still open.  Specialist begins stirring.
>
>panel 3 (back near the rescue table):
>
>Middle Kid (returning to Mother Supporter): "Mommy, you know how you
>mentioned the lock on my door, something about bad men, and asked if I
>wanted to be in charge of the key?  I would like that."
>
>Mother Supporter: "I'll take it out and give it to you when we get
>home.
>We can even install a second lock if you want.  Let's go outside and
>talk,
>shall we?"
>
>>
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