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What’s going on?
I crashed the Trollbot every time it was set on me.
And as it was tested and refined on King Road, Petaluma? A few doors down? Yeah… I was prime pickings for the social engineering they were practicing and the development of automated abuse.
They dug their claws into my little family of three. My aging father was likely told “we’ll stop torturing your wife if you break your daughters spirit.”
She didn’t know what was going on. Just that she was losing her mind, and she got got the wobbles (frequently) – and hearing aides.
My relationship to my parents became strained, I spat and swore, they would prod my father till he was enraged, my mum couldn’t counter his behavior. And I felt betrayed by both of them.
Dad had already gotten weird about me and my mum. He was a tad jealous as I was there for mum when he wasn’t.
When he retired he was mostly warm and fuzzy. A little overprotective after Mum nearly died.
Then social manipulation and attacks focused on my family and me.
Before?
I was considered a delightful person. I loved everyone and everything (almost). (Some more than others). I had friends the world over. I was fairly popular in fringe subcultures. Not from deliberate anything. But because I was kind. And sensitive. Would listen to anything anyone wanted to share with me. (sometimes repeatedly)
And my mere presence helped women feel safe at night walking with me.
People had an instinct about me and just felt comfortable and safe opening up. Since I could adjust my focus and language style to anyone, per person.
Just being myself was enough to make me very loved.
I got snappy when emotional abuse sunk in. But I will still a gentle, kind person.
Then I needed the dragon in me to survive. I was fierce – no ferocious, when I wasn’t too exhausted to cope.
My cognition broke down- with it my communication skills. And I dropped off the map.
I did things many of my friends didn’t know I could. I would prep myself for a fight on certain nights- staying awake because danger was around me.
I did indeed know how to end a fight. Attacking me (while conscious) was a one shot deal. Likely to result in a cracked sternum. And packed a mighty punch.
I never had to get into a fight. Usually no one fucks with crazy other than crazier- and .Trollbots.
Yes I did walk home in the middle of the night between July 4th 2023, and July 5th.
After being so tortured most of me couldn’t function.
New broken “conditioned in” voices calling me this way and that way.
Followed the whole way.
When he could keep up.
Ii walked a steady pace of 5mph. The entire 9.25 miles.
I also taught myself escape driving, by nature of needing to. I had a stupid period of my past that helped. The rest was practice.
Getting out of bed involved micro-exercise a partial push-up each time.
If threatened, the dragon in me would growl. And dad was manipulated into being frightened.
My friends didn’t know about any of this.
I wasn’t available to talk or offer support.
I was busy surviving.
At some point, I dropped completely into a shadow world. And everyone tried to drag me into their corner of it.
Drug Czars, sex traffickers, other kinds of traffickers, hate, murder attempts (well would have been if I wasn’t evasive), threats of rape only stilled the dragon in me, and spies on spies.
All swirling around me, trying to get a lock. But my reputation for being the sweetest (not so) little thing, as replaced by “Sylvanna? Fuck it I’m out”
The ideal testing ground I suppose. I kept surviving! Each time I “leveled up” so did the Trollbot and interpersonal… strategies.
In person it didn’t seem like I had an internal pissed off beast. But through audio?
Yeah. Unless I was just “hanging out” (sound wise) I was harassed at all times of the day.
At one point the cognitive abuse of a severe attack left me drooling. I had become constantly suicidal.
Sadly my ability to endure that state meant when I did have a crisis? I was sent home.
I tried to kill myself a week later.
To back up:
The social manipulation techniques, developed on my family, and others on king road became solid. The reality abuse and cover of gaslighting too impossible to escape.
But the Trollbot?
I kept breaking the blasted thing. Some I remembered, some were a surprise that it worked.
Why?
I was trying to fucking survive it!
Now I’m relatively sure they are testing iterations of nine.
Which is an AI that manages and keeps track of multiple other AI (probably all versions) as well as the hacking GUI and testing access points in any digital device.
I have a good sense they also track their “trainees”
Every one of you arseholes who work on trashing me? Ruining my progress, the suggestion of evil things, and those that carry them through?
Even if your not working for a spot. You helped the handlers of the Trollbot. And the social Manipulation it tracks.
Potential radicals and mercenaries vied for a permanent spot. They knew what they were doing.
And it paid well.
At some point they looked for “workers” through a “game”. The players think they’re honing their nastiness. And Sylvanna – while known to be a real person – was the ultimate boss fight!
Everyone, even the occasional “Raid” of 25 – 40 users where all wiped on attacking me.
How did I do that?
Ever heard of the instinct, survival?
Yeah they weren’t stopping till my spirit was broken, and I don’t bow my knee before evil.
So it was cause a wipe or kills myself.
As the hospitals were also under attack.
Mary was their best evil bastard.
Her slander a success she barely maintains. She probably got involved after meeting Joshua. But bringing them in brought in his cult like success (as in women responded to him like he was a cult leader), He barely had to work to get people to follow him. Not just because he stole my philosophical works and ideas, but he didn’t need the brainwashing and conditioning they had been trying
Must have seemed like quite the windfall.
Particularly because he promised he could “take down Sylvanna”
(We sort of semi-dated when we were in our twenties)
However Including him in any plan meant including obsessions and inability to admit defeat.
Now?
My guess is each affected city (in multiple countries) has a version nine, that manages the handlers and other Trollbots. Probably all version eight.
The battles were getting difficult to keep track of of. So there’s a good chance they are all maintained and accessed through one GUI portal with a lot of mirror access points.
It would be hard to create. But it would be too difficult to manage a level 3 attack without an AI tracking events. So there is likely only one AI they’ve developed to do so.
And a level three attack?
Everything they’ve got, all their worst ones, all their abuse, harassment, hacking, spying, disruption of society, other social manipulation, undermining, destruction and thievery for the point of demoralizing us?
Yeah they have deployed level nine and are now selecting potential handlers to join in the other deployed versions
“They’re Just Trying to Control You”
America is pretty diverse but a sub crowd is extremely judgmental about all things – in particular blaming a victim for any abuse – even if it was unavoidable.
Reactive abuse is a sneaky method of trying to gain and keep power and control. Even the victim may not realize they’re not the problem!
Anger is a biochemical response to, “hey that hurts” physical or emotional. We’re skewered and our psyche is saying , “I think we’re fighting”
Even if you would prefer to avoid ever feeling mad at all.
So stop your: “She’s just trying to get a rise out of you”
Because that means
She’s the asshole
And you need to seal up like Fort Knox when it comes to some individuals.
The “mean girls”, “prima Donna” bull crap comes to mind.
I don’t have a better suggestion than cultural recognition that of course baiting works – or they would stop.
But it’s not for the victim to stop it from working. We don’t “let” it happen. They work every nerve looking for a wound and if they can’t find one they make one.
So what to do when some arse tests your temper and lands. You’re hurt. So of course you’re angry. It’s even worse when they’re doing it “for the lols”
Like OMFG what is wrong with humanity?
Anger isn’t the issue
They are
But I’m not holding my breath they learn to be anything but bullies and [censored]
So what can I do?
I don’t know yet.
I apologize
I realize I’ve been unfair to my neighbors.
Even though I tried clearly to state not everyone was involved.
Those who did snipe were lied to so heavily, who knows what they heard and how reasonable it seemed.
I was lied to about them too.
Keeping me from the safety of support from some and burying me in a toxic environment.
Some people blew off my snapping as PTSD. Some knew I was harassed but believed the lies.
Okay. I understand the cumulative effect and lies told are the real issue. And otherwise good people object to my analysis.
Hopefully they understand they added to a painful situation, as I understand they probably had a good reason- based on the jail keepers lies. Not in an academic way of “do you get it now”. But to offer patience and understanding, f they too can see we were hurting each other.
I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t really understand the depths of the lies told about you, and to you.
I hope in time truth will out.
Meanwhile I hope we can escape our mutual abuser to be on friendlier terms.
Again. I’m sorry.
To sum up
There is an AI virus.
Once in, it can control an AI for hacking purposes. And some of that is hacking google plays.
Bluetooth can’t be entirely turned off
So a version of that virus infects the firmware of a computer or digital audio device.
On a computer it activates as soon as anything, infected or not, is plugged in.
It installs an “update” which makes your operating system vulnerable and infects the AI.
Then remote access is very easy.
I assume controlling your google play goes from there.
That’s how a victim’s digital life is hacked.
Some google plays are left around, a WiFi they can access from. And those create soundscapes.
The AI interface has a GUI that is part of a website.
Users pay for the privilege of “haha, hehe” hacking. Torture, psychological experimentation – like brainwashing and conditioning, Harassment, Invading privacy including medical records for their entertainment. The entire digital signature of the victim is collected by AI and exposed.
Work is stolen, like all my writing, and originals fucked with and broken.
Right there is a reason to die. But…
That website also collects ideas of what to do. What horrible instructions to have next.
So the troll-bot section is automated. Just let it go to town with digital characters, manipulations, gaslighting to death and/or oblivion.
Much of the story based gaslighting- even those read by real people – is AI generated using the structure I described in the Troll-Bot section.
Most of the reasons I attributed the abuse to were part of a Troll-bot
The AI doesn’t stop unless asked or reaches an objective like hospitalization or entirely fatal suicide.
It backs off if you become a vegetable.
But comes back if you can recover.
Some of the more intense methods cause cognitive impairment to the point of drooling, convulsions, and irregular heartbeat among less physically direct potentially lethal results.
If a cycle ends, they need to lie low they pretend it’s over.
But this is a hacking, AI Virus, gaslighting troll-bot. It’s just waiting.
The next victim is chosen and that’s usually me.
I’m pretty sure I dated the designer.
So to sum up we have:
Insecure Bluetooth
Borked Firmware
Spoofed OS
Infected AI
Hooked to a website
With a gui
For hacking, reality abuse, gaslighting, harassment, toying and suggestions
And to make it all easy and gamified.
People really are toying with me. And are now doubling down I have to deserve it (no one does) or I can’t be real. (Go ride a scorpion across a river)
Enough people out there think I should be dead, and I am now being targeted because I survived.
And I have no words for you.
I’m real. What you have done is real. Some of it criminal.
I believe the designer would say:
“You’ve been played”
And I’m pretty sure the asshat behind this is an ex.
The Jail Keeper
So, The AI involved aside.
What happens to the victim?
Why they are chosen isn’t really relevant. I was probably convenient. And to my Jailman I am still.
I am in a prison created by cognitive abuse, gaslighting, threats, and thievery.
The threats of violence are not really an issue for me. They’re supposed to make me afraid to leave my room but being in a mood never results in an actual person on the other side of the door
Should I decide it’s worth getting up.
It creates a hostile environment for everyone. And Mis Madam threatens and is nasty to anyone who wants to knock on my door.
She says she’s protecting me
But all abusers say that.
Possessive and controlling, and potentially paid for the privilege of power over my freedom.
Even though this is America and she is no judge.
She has stolen some items, returned others, sold some, abused my cat with an attempt at an injection that she failed at but was nearly fatal.
She’s lied and exaggerated her abuse and what she will do and what she will still.
To keep me here, visible, watchable and trapped.
I might escape the clutches of the system if I’m too afraid to even do my laundry.
The potential perv even threatened to take my period panties and I believe her.
Meanwhile she’s the source of the lies in the building. She threatened to lie more and tell everyone I was something truly atrocious. Something vile. Something disgusting. One word for a filthy type of abuser. A lie so stupid and dangerous I can never teach again.
Oh yes. It’s been said before. All of you. There’s no word for how filthy you are.
And as I am just going to let her dig her own grave with my belongings next time I go out, she has threatened to spread it.
Yet again.
Was she responsible for it in the first place?
Let’s mark of the careers stolen, no teaching – because once the lie is made no one can escape it’s shadow.
Writing stolen but I hopefully used by the Intelligence services to stop this kind of absurd abuse.
Learning ASL is mocked so I’m supposed to shy away. My mathematical ability dug into – despite being the Mathematician, Keith Devlin’s daughter. Promises of heightened cognitive abuse follow any discussion or attempt to focus on mathematics.
And Mis Madam goes into the bathroom to complain, threaten, say what lie she is spreading next, and what she promises to steal.
She might even stand outside my door and try to sound physically intimidating.
But she’s a pipsqueek.
Mis Madam has made up lies and gaslighting – the attempts for a whore. And I am suspicious of anything she said occurred in my room.
Just another way to scare me.
She did not find a dead body in the dumpster, she did not save the building manage from an axe. Gunfire is an issue here and that’s the only real issue we face.
This place is dodgy. Not a CSI Las Vegas set.
My sister believes the lies and worries. They’re an attempt to drive her away. Isolate me. Keep me in one spot unable to think or care for myself and on the edge of suicide.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Goals.
Maybe she wants me to rely on her. So she can keep her power and control. So she has the right hooks in to demand I do what she wants.
It’s never happening. Shots first and her fingers are on the torture button right now.
Goodbye Miss Madam.
She wants me out by the end of the day – before I even publish. I don’t think she cares I have no where to go. She’s just flexing.
But I can “go ahead and do laundry” she’ll be waiting for me all day.
To what? Thieve knickers?
She has my car, I sold it to her. Maybe I’ll be lucky and she’s caught doing something more foolish than threatening me.
It did work. But like all con artists she doesn’t know how to stop when the con fails.
Doesn’t understand why.
And just keeps working that nerve.
“I think you need more mental healthcare” is next.
Evolutionsbremse
You can’t have me
I see the problem here.
While I thought corralling me into one room, watching and mocking my every move. Manipulating drama into existence with every threat. Was to drive me to suicide. The truth is worse.
“The minute you do laundry I’ll steal everything.”
So I can lie here in period filth?
But::
“I’m going to make sure they take away your commode.”
Which trap is it you fluxing queen of creating drama?
I tell you I have to wake up suicidal and summon the will to survive and you giggle-giggle twist the knife.
So funny, with the lies you spread, everyone wants to hurt me.
You block every potential visitor – while I’m not awake enough to stop you. But oh yes do I hear.
“Just helping”
Bugger off. That’s the lie all possible abusers spread.
You’d help me.
If I’d only “obey”
Step in line.
Do what you want.
“Dance marionette dance”
And when I’m ready to die you get others to dogpile me into going to the hospital.
So you can break me? Or kill me? Because the first isn’t happening and the second is more tempting than a different kind of second further in this life.
Sometimes though my fury escapes.
You said, “go ahead and kill yourself then”
And I said “you die first”
I continued.
“You’ll have to die first before I die, but I won’t be the one to do it”
You said “thank you for threatening me.”
With what? Living?
As clever as you are to control and manipulate those around you.
You’re apparently not smart enough to realize you do indeed lie, control, abuse, and manipulate your plans into reality.
But you can’t have me.
