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???" Dead State Worker's Mobile Phone: "Contacting Cleanup. Thank you for using Dictatorsoft." Specialist (same one, at table): , "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: . "I think the simulation just mind controlled me not to." #5