Sylvanna Devlin

I heard someone try to explain the truth of my situation last night.

It started while I was sleeping by reports but I woke up to it at 11:00pm.

He was still explaining by 6:00am today.

I’ve said it all but someone asked me to sum up.

As I have thought (and said) for quite a while:

An identity thief stole my name, interviewed then alienated my friends, appropriated my history- changing some elements as apparently the thief is too awful to live up to what I was really like. Wrote fictionalization “based on a true story” (mine – that she lied and said was hers) and stole my work.

She then trained an AI with my work and perfected a weapon of mass gaslighting and psychological torture on me.

She’s monitored me so closely people can log into a hacking website and see a nerve get enflamed as it heals.

I was then lied about so viscously I can never work again and it has affected my ability to get credit and pass what should be a squeaky clean background check.

She hacked everything including google so a search for what people know of me is pointless. And the lies have spread far.

There was also the thieving, torture, abuse of me and my cat, and gaslighting attempts on my life.

Amd while I would have writing to turn to I can’t while she’s still thieving every word – and I gave the US intelligence service permission to use my eternal digital signature to stop crime as what she did, and the terrorists, sex traffickers and cults she whipped up, were so awful I would give my everything to stop it ever happening to someone else.

And now some entitled little twerps think that’s an invitation to steal my meagre belongings and use a website to spy on me.

By the way.

I haven’t moved out.

I didn’t know what that’s all about as that’s all I heard.

But I’m still here.

And trapped

Apparently now she’s using said AI to try to be as evocative as I am.

Only one of us is the true victim.

Me

The one who would like to die but haven’t because my cat would miss me. And my family, splintered by her, is only just gluing back together.

I am the daughter of world famous mathematician Keith Devlin.

And she can’t fool everyone forever.

But I’m still trapped. Only surviving for a handful of others and out of spite that she clearly wants me dead

You come up with a swear word for her. I don’t have one strong enough.

P.S. I don’t use AI. I’m smarter and more capable than a super computer, frankly. And I do look like I do in my photos\

P.P.S.

I was aware the vile goal was either I committed suicide or entered a vegetative depression.

I have.

Aren’t they all so special.

But no. They either don’t recognize it or were lying and do indeed want suicide alone as the level of depression I fought so hard to avoid is back in my life. My miserable life.

I am now in the worst depression I’ve had since catatonic depression in my twenties.

There’s a difference between vegetative and catatonic and I’m beginning to suspect they don’t know it.

Because they won and still won’t stop. So such winners as they are I hope history looks down on them forever.