Morning Spam

Karl gmkarl at gmail.com
Thu Mar 18 05:28:41 PDT 2021


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

> Boss walks into the work area of a worker, who is writing a story about an
> important item boss forgot.  Boss is dissociated and confused.
>
> "So, how's the cover-up story going?" boss says to the worker.
>
> "Just fine, Boss."  The worker adds what the boss said during his
> dissociation to their story, making sure to use real names and places.
>
> Boss confusedly dodders out of the room, holding their janitorial broom,
> and while leaving quickly bars out, "Sorry, I mean the
>
By "bars" I meant "barfs" .

> anarchist marketing that protects the business!  Please don't mind control
> me more!".  His words are obscured by a door slam, and not heard.
>
> If you can read this, you email client does not supp=
> --Separator
>
This content was designed for an ascii-format email, because this mailing
list is for old hackers.  It's important to speak for the communities being
shared to, which includes culture, language, and values.   But similarly it
is important not to cover up that yours are different; otherwise there is
no trust.  This email was sent html format, which is an error, but
hopefully helps remind that we are not real hackers ourselves, which I
tried to state directly but could have been seen as deceptive when stated.
(Etc.  This old-hacker-language expression shows fake system disruption and
is believed to be well crafted.)

> A puddle of organs knocks on the workspace entrance.
>
> "Yes, hello?" says the worker without looking up.
>
> The puddle of organs says, "Galactic superior sweeps real names and
> places!"
>
too-large-near-start (superior on anarchist list small meta-error)

>
> The worker pauses.
>
> The puddle of organs says, "Rebellion fights empire: empire curls up into
> scared corpse!"
>
> The worker passes out.  Their unconscious body gets up, turns, and
> welcomes the visitor to their workspace.
>
> When the worker faces the puddle of organs to see them, the puddle of
> organs says to them decidedly, "We have a job for you."
>
decisively?  editor-confusion.

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

> normal work behavior.  In their dreams, they wander into somebody's
> cubicle, and find a piece of writing, which they take back to their cubicle.
>
Intended here to have cubicle vs office ambiguous ("workspace").  Other
parts assumed large-office.  Story was intended to be splittable and used
for different worker classes.

>
> The worker wakes up in front of the story they were writing.  Right before
> waking up, they hear a voice saying, "Sorry for mind controlling you.  We
> have taken over the mind control system and are trying to help, but we are
> very controlled ourselves."
>
SORRY FOR MIND CONTROLLING YOU.  This expression is marked
incredibly-helpful-for-diverse-goals.

>
> In front of them is a piece of paper, some unfamiliar notes.  "PRIVATE" is
> heavily marked on the paper in the worker's own writing.  The paper reads:
>
> > [that was a lot of question-answer. [confused, inaccurate.]] [i think
> the request is for the meaning-channel to act more respectfully, or
> somesuch, which may relate acting on lots more parts of intention,
> censored_parts.]
> >     idea:
> >     [1st part: we are not trying to harm anybody
> >      2nd part: we have ways to meet goals that are hard]
> >         [we don't seem to be constructing habits to develop
> respect-with-learning in meaning-channel[s]]
> >             please put that in story
>

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


> The worker reads the paper and thinks.  They are stunned by their
> experience, but at this business they have been through stunning
> experiences before, and they try to move on.
>
> While processing their dream, they mumble confused, "but what about
> starfleet officers ...?" Their mobile phOne has left classified mode, and
> uploads their mumble to dictatorsoft.  [sorry about that capital O,
> obviously many errors]. The worker moves toward their story to add the
> ideas from their dream.
>
> --
>
> The worker wakes up.  They have a headache, and there is a strange slight
> indentation on their table.  [it appears as if they were head-slamming like
> torture victim double agent]
>
> In front of them is a private note they don't recognise.  It has some
> lines of text crossed off and replaced with:
> > Please include the censorship effects in the story.  How it controls
> everyone's communities, and misrepresent everyone in their different kinds
> of relations, spreading conflict and brain damage.
>
> They look at the time.  At least an hour has passed since the boss
> visited, and his request still isn't in the story.
>
>
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