Sylvanna Devlin

I’ve been asleep all day, vaguely hearing Sonnikson have a conversation with an AI programmed after me. My language patterns, my history, my former voice. If it weren’t auditory they would be using all my stolen and returned pictures – so I can’t prove he took them.

They’re even yelling over me now as I silently type. Who cares what because I am being wrapped up by his reality abuse. People think they’re listening to us argue. It would be a convenient solution if it wasn’t so public.

This is a national emergency – and I can’t tell you why. But his goal to erase me includes hacking the social security database and immigration records. I’ve warned about the dangers too long to put up with this a moment longer. But oh, no. He’s created so many false reports in my name no one is listening – and now they have my voice.

America fix your shit.

He’s even trying to control my dreams and induce false visions so the real god (you know Allah) can’t get through.

America seriously fix your shit because I’m still alive because Allah wants a book and this is beginning to look like a hate crime.

I’m converting to the other hand of god, Greek Orthodox. But Allah introduced himself as Allah and thus that’s how I pray.

He, of the oh so spiritual source, has no respect for god. Or anyone really. He would rather kill me then back down. America fix your shit.