Sylvanna Devlin

Hang on, too furious to handle the mere idea someone would try to subject me to their authoritarian horse shit.

I will not follow your commands

I will not follow your rules

I will not let you condition me into ever listening to you.

I certainly won’t “Obey”

It’s an insult you try.

Just who do you think you are?

You lack culture and dignity so there’s no mafia involved. And the Yakuza are frankly more civilized too.

Yes, this is organized crime – all those pots are there – some put in place by Sonoma County socialites.

But your version is small, petty, and I might want to hesitate on calling it organized.

Someone was handed the keys to the kingdoms, all that power at her fingertips. But she became obsessed with breaking me.

The wild steed bullshit again.

It’s not going to happen and she’s pissing me off.

Which makes me difficult.

It’s just as well.

I “follow” along and it becomes automatic.

Being subjugated by torture and reality abuse because she want “obedience”

Is not going to work.

I will not let anyone else control my life, ever again. I will not succumb to nuero-linguistic abuse. I will still fight if melted down to nothing.

Death first.

And as much as you say the cliched “that can be arranged”

I call bull.

None of you want to be done in for murder. Though abuse on your level does deserve manslaughter charges.

But we’ll leave that aside for now.

You’re thieves and pimps, extortionist masters if you have the opportunity. You’re “guns” for hire and that bullet is a lethal trollbot. And you have hacking claws in everything.

You didn’t write that trollbot. It was tested and refined trying to break me. I caused an entire system crash once at the shelter and my discoveries lead to others crashing it twice more.

The trollbot had been too confused to continue about 50 times.

I “”won” 12 times before I stopped counting.

I can’t remember if I had other tactics.

As for the gaslighting game set in motion a couple of weeks ago, against the odds, (the name of that element)?

I kicked Joshua/Davids arse. You tottured me, harangued me, exhausted me, and got me back into it over again, mostly because you wouldn’t leave me alone. My Achilles heal of frustration.

I ran rings around him after taking a nap. And I wasn’t using a computer to do so.

It was one more example of the kind of methods meant to do more high level crime.

She blew the entire payload of capability’s of the psychological methodology and technical capabilities involved.

And I actually hadn’t been that interested before. Now I was mired in the slurry of multiple crimes.

It probably does have GUI issues like seemed to come up each time she was warned not to target me.

I don’t know if a more high class group is waiting for them to settle down, or are just experimenting on twits. But they’re being tanked by a…. Ill informed gaggle of girls convinced the same tricks will always work and are shocked, horrified, maybe even freaked out when I learn what they’re doing.

Personally. I guess I can hope I live through the night as the women probably all do “punch like a girl.” But I suspect men more readily armed are trying to decide if they would risk potential scrutiny if I was actually shot.

As my father is the top mathematician globally – retiring on a very high note.

He has indeed worked for the kind of people willing to at least see if my flag means anything this time.

And one day the history of mathematics will have to include my creative and free father.

I gave returning to mathematics some serious thought and decided I had spent about forty years getting good and had books to write.

Though I’d like to skip out on this saga. Focus more on my fiction.

Though I seem to digress.

But have I?

I’m distinct in looks, personality, perspectives, and philosophy.

And then there’s the hybrid British Bay Area CA accent.

I really think framing me is a bad idea.

I’m far too noticeable with a future one can wish me luck to and mean it.

Meanwhile you have some asshole peeing on my air conditioner. (well did).

You’re a small time petty gang that have been handed a the keys to the “how can we fuck with you vehicle and are driving it into the ground.

I’m still a bit insulted you would dare to order me.

Who the fuck do you think you are?