I’m particularly interested in the human side of Data Exhaustion and What to do about cognitive abuse. Applications in the private sector are things like reducing sex trafficking and handling police work. Applications in the military are described elsewhere by others Even the intelligence services could benefit from what I can observe and document. Hopefully…

So Sex Traffickers turning to terrorism to gain control of me is looking like the only likely explanation. The list of things they’ve done to weaken or destroy me is impressive and seems unlikely. But the infrastructure is already there, in place. They just shat on me with most of their payload. They do this…

I’ve been so heavily gaslighted I don’t know what to believe anymore. Was everything I experienced gaslighting? Was any of anything that wasn’t hacking or physical even real? Do the people I came to love exist? Either a terrorist stole my identity and made up heinous lies to bury me. Or an actress with my…

She tells some I’m a predator Others I’m a terrorist A few she wants a whore And at least one, she wants to make an example out of me. She’s going to kill me or my cat. There’s no “just kidding” when it comes to murder. Stigma. Power. Control? Who cares. She’s a psychopath with…

I’VE NEVER BEEN A PREDATOR! I DON’T SECRETLY WANT TO BE I WANT TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR LIES AND SOME WANT TO KILL ME! BASED ON LIES LIES LIES LIES

Oh. The stage was just gaslighting. The sounds of crime just gaslighting Not those droids Are you buying this? Because the excuse she gave was she wants a whore and “Melissa Devlin is useless to society.” Oh a writer is useless now, eh? The spiritual inclinations and promises to share the results of observations, insights,…

The lynch mob – who brought in a Lynching stage. (No shit, the cost of shipping alone screams terrorist backing), has now stolen a body bag – with corpse. One almost hurt her back dragging it in. Supposedly it’s for me. Because scapegoating me isn’t going well with me alive. According to the stupid little…

Okay. Leaving aside more recent history, because OMG Napoleon, the little dictator who could, targeted Russia in the winter time. Which was unusually stupid. He then was convinced he would win, absolutely 100 % he’d (get that rascally rabbit?) win. This time. He poured all his resources into fighting Russia. In their territory In the…

It doesn’t need to be audible It feels like popcorn exploding in your brain It causes homicidal feelings and rage That stops as soon as the sound does I promise take care of the pressure waves – inaudible sound – and the scary unusual feeling you don’t understand will stop. My suggestions for handling it…

The prologue to my first completed work I published it. But I’m better now so I pulled it to rip apart and try again. It’s going well. Well… It would be if you had just left me alone to write: Prologue Year: 82 Anno Imperitor Niccoli. Eighty-two years after the greatest disaster of manikind. Blackwatch…