The commandeering of the thought process sounds ludicrous and like paranoia.

Particularly when dream manipulation is delivered with a “shot of sound” so high frequency it may seem like a tone but contains information your brain needs to sort in its sleep.

So the nightmares are doled out all at once and no one detects anything while you’re asleep. Or she makes such a racket how would that be possible anyway?

But nightmares aren’t always the point. She’s looking for a “reward” system and hopes to find a way for the subconscious to stop fighting back.

Give us vivid opium dreams without any other drug but audio.

Lives get wasted away on such things. But right now she’s still experimenting on me and those surrounding me.

If I died they’d just be another main target. So killing me off or driving me out won’t stop now the infrastructure is there.

That’s part of what we really need counterattacking cyber security for.

And to admit the technology is there.

Which seems to be difficult. Even though some buildings have such things built in from analog days.

Hospitals have digital audio systems.

Of course they can be hacked.

It’s already happening.

The other issue isn’t the much laughed about (or sort after) mind control but thought direction.

You have to first get used to talking things over with a familiar voice that gets quieter until it enters your skull. And it must be your own right?

It always says what you’re thinking?

Can you think anymore with a voice so persistent it becomes “the narrator”?

You don’t have room to consider your own thoughts. But might (for a while) believe that quiet narration is your own.

She’s you swallowed up and is letting an AI dictate your thinking.

How wild.

How sci fi

I mean, really?

I’m tired of ignoring the truth because it sounds like a ludicrous paranoid theory.

She’s relying on us hiding how ludicrous we sound.

Yes we are up against such vile tactics I mused what the point is in living with other people.

Not as a suggestion she kill herself. But what’s wonderful about diversity is diverse thinking and problem solving. Creativity and an otherness to us we need to be healthy and in reality- frankly.

Yes I am one to comment on such.

I escaped entire control because my mind is so multitrack writing is not at the forefront. But images – pure images and abstract thought should be.

And hasn’t been.

I’ve had a narrator to ignore.

America is annoying because it’s anything but boring. People here are a little wild and free or so adverse they cluster in different groups that demand conformity to the group. – But there are a lot of those to choose from.

And until recently social butterflies who traveled between, not a part entirely but as a visitor, were warmly received and welcome.

But now everyone fears troublemaking from outsiders- a consideration for another time.

As much as foreign agents have been suspected this was started by a 50+ American woman made anxious by the state of the country.

Fairly so in some ways. We do have an administration that might have started world war 3.

But control to the level of creating automatons is not the solution.

The trouble she’s truly having is her AI can’t create and problem solve like people. It’s not alive enough to be true intelligence and thus she’s abusing smart people into cognitive dysfunction and those not so intellectually inclined into…

Blind followers.

What happens when the wrong kind of person gains control?

Someone with stigma, transphobia, homophobia, racism, cultural prejudice?

What happens when her weapon is used to persecute?

You have to respect others to get along and she has none for anyone. Why should we allow her to lead?

It really does sound like the plot of a movie. A strange and wild ploy. But abuse, condition, manipulate, lie and slowly push boundaries and you have the surreal experience we’re encountering now.

She’s not a James Bond Villain. And I’m not actually 007. But boy is it beginning to feel like we all lost the plot on reality.

Yes weird it is. Hair raising weird.

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