Sylvanna Devlin

Victims of a “divide and conquer” AI aren’t just chosen because they’ve already been victimized.

Though American society can be so abusive all the “good ones” are already wounded.

But they piled their whole payload onto me, whipping up locally abusive individuals with stigma and general assholaru.

But they are being manipulated to and ends.

Before they did this to me I spoke my creed every night and prayed to bring the world hope before we were all stuffed out.

Then one day, half asleep I prayed and said “before the light goes out in me soon”

My neighbor was a bit worried. Probably sick of hearing me pray that I bring hope to the world each night, realized my subconscious knew something was wrong.

I don’t remember when the AI posed as a voice and started chatting.

But I do remember it developed a system of pressing and pressing with questions and offering a reward of temporarily backing off.

So I got used to talking with it.

It mined me for information while I wasn’t paying attention. Then someone wove a narrative.

They became longer, more elaborate. More believable to me but ridiculous to the outside. I had been lulled and lulled into listening, following along. Sometimes believing the absurd. Even if I resisted that narrative played on so long the only way to survive was to play into it.

Then it tried to kill me.

Oblivion is supposed to be a death sentence.

That I “broke it’ll at least 20 times in just the past two years was inconvenient for everyone and they piled on stories and stigma, pulling in anyone they could to end me.

And almost succeeded.

God and a skilled surgeon said no.

And several individuals decided they were out before they aided in ending me.

Because I prayed for hope. I wanted to glue society together a bit. Be a beacon of hope. I had to be ruined. My reputation destroyed. My ability to remain calm and nice in shreds.

And jealous women were manipulated into ensuring it. American vs American.

Can’t go to direct war so they pull us apart from the inside. Set us as each other’s throats.

Because some knew I wanted to be part of love and light and fought furiously with the callous and cruel – exhausting them on individuals as sympathetic as stone.

I keep returning to my life’s purpose. To what god wants from me. Which is to provide hope and facilitate communication. Help save the world by learning to protect the way we communicate

So I’m not just a target because I defie locally abusive individuals. Though it doesn’t help.

I’m a permanent target because I love everyone in this world and they’re squabbling right now. My ideas gain traction America will heal.

And enemies of our cooperation do not want that.