Sylvanna Devlin

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 to others.

It just usually takes less.

No one can survive all this. It’s true. I had a severe suicide attempt in 2025. So yes. Even I didn’t.

Here we go.

They:

Tried to crush my sense of value – even resorting to extra salt in our water tank and whatever else they did to exacerbate bloating

Attempted to get me hooked on drugs

Killed my sister

Ruined my friendships

Ruined my reputation

Put my housing in danger

Ruined my car (with Bluetooth bullshit and whatever was done to my tyres. – the buyer said she could fix anything wrong with it)

Almost killed my cat

Hacked everything I touch, even just coping mechanisms

Hacked into my medical records

Hacked and released my private documents – after shitting on them so no one knows the truth,

Placed insane surveillance on me – finally charging voyours to watch.

Stole and tried to sell my writing

Ruined Pimsleaur audio and the sign language video. I worry about the others I was interested in.

Hacked into iTunes and shat all over the music – live

Keep trying to get me booted from Social security

Stole items, to gaslight me or sell off

Moved shit around as part of gaslighting

Damaged sentimental items including things I made and even a teddy I had since I was 5

Interrupted my ability to get the news

Hacked google results but fucked up and canceled us all (with my names) in doing so.

Are indirectly responsible for the deaths of at least two other Sylvanna’s because the system wasn’t choosy

Gaslighted and gaslighted the truth in and out of existence.

Set a lethal trollbot on me over again and so on. Because they don’t understand – there will be no more hospital visits.

Are making it difficult to get permission to take Tabitha to the dentist. Might need a pet sitter

Almost destroyed my relationship with my parents.

Did destroy my brothers relationship, and Naomi’s, maybe my brother in law too.

Prevented Scot Simon from contacting me.

Yes. That Scot Simon

Don’t know what they did to my soulmate but it was something.

Killed anyone helping me. Dry land drowning, and whatever happened to the other, other Ryan.

Hired live gaslighters and when they refused to hurt me and could just hang out and chat, made sure everyone heard my side of the conversation so it sounded like I talked to myself constantly.

Are unhappy with my pursuit of dental work and contact lenses. But will eventually be unable to prevent me from going to the optometrist

Did try to stop me from going to the Dentist and lead to whatever caused the Dental Hygienist to walk out.

Try to corral and control me as much as possible including visitors.

Try to scupper me doing laundry to keep me in filth.

Try to scupper my attempts to take the trash out to keep me in filth.

Made the whole building seem dangerous. Some blaming me.

Caused such a long list of wrongs it no longer seems plausible.

I guess a multi-billion dollar industry was paid about half a billion up front to brainwash me, condition me, whatever it took to make the sale seem consensual.

Yes I am worth that much.

I’ve been shat I’m so much you don’t know my value.

My sister did and they deliberately killed her.

As a note of warmth for the rest of us. To the movers and shakers?

I will tear you apart. Just by surviving and resisting your bullshit and outlasting the buyer’s patience.

Me and what army?

Mmm can’t you guess?

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 name did something heinous and became a terrorist to bury me.

Which is True?

Some terrorist who uses cybercrime to drive people to suicide but never seems to want anything.

Or some actress with a reputation that deserves to go up in flames because she spent endless amounts of money scapegoating, gaslighting, harassing, and hacking me.

The amount of money screams terrorist without an agenda to resolve.

Or

The amount of money screams desperation.

I just want it to be over. If it’s some stupid bitch who wants to deflect blame? I hope she’s exposed.

I really do.

My body is mangled, my friendships soured, my good name destroyed, my PTSD so severe I can’t write. No one seems to understand I really do look this way, talk this way, and am this kind.

No one seems willing to directly tell me the truth either.

So there’s that.

PS

I guess because the truth is embarrassing to a billion dollar industry.

Sex Traffickers will become terrorists to hide themselves and to gain control over would be slaves.

And some stupid bitch here was paid to make me “obedient.”

She didn’t ask why.

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 a loyal coterie.

Please watch over me.

And if you’re the praying kind? Pray for a solution. I need help.

P.S

I also got word she doesn’t want to kill Tabitha.. She sold her for a small fortune even though she doesn’t own her and never will.

Tabitha is not to be taken so it’s no hospital visits for me!

That’s my cat.

Stupid boars arse.

Did you sell me too?

Said you would break my will?

I don’t put it past you.

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, lessons, and communication with God?

Useless?

The uneducated, lazy, ignorant, self centered, boar’s arse!

She spread a rumor and took pictures of someone else as proof that I am a predator and my victims are children. The word is so vile / the concept. I don’t write it down. No one can survive having that rumor spread. No one.

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 dictator’s henchman anyone who opposes gets lynched instead.

This is nazi germany shit full of nazis, sympathizers, people too afraid to speak and crazy people.

I’m the last.

I’m not talking police – don’t be so cliched. This is homegrown bullshit here at the rose.

I still respect law enforcement because they’re currently busy with other issues.

But meanwhile hitler-ette is down the hall.

The problem is.

We have laws and procedures.

Some not followed by management.

But the police need to stick to them and terrorists tend to be disinterested.

And one is down the hall from me.

I’m in 104

Melissa Devlin’s room.

As in this Melissa Devlin

The surviving daughter

Of world famous mathematician

Keith

Devlin

Any other questions? Cause I’d like to take my trash out tomorrow and let my friend in to set up my air conditioner.

You know.

In the real world everyone else is in.

Not this movie style terrorist bullshit.

.

Yeah by the way? Shipping was like 1-2 thousand dollars

And

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 wintertime.

It was…

A bad idea.

And his undoing.

Terrorists have been doing a movie style line of action trying to target me. Because I survived this long.

Not alone, mind.

But not because I myself belong to an organization.

But because this is America and actually patriotic people believe in “no man left behind.”

My job was to survive long enough for there to be something for them to save and it did take being “that smart” to do so.

But this self rescuing princess actually had a lot of people rescuing her the rest of the way.

But. I survived.

There had to be something there. The “ohh shiny” please be distracted by her became the target of obsession by more … loosely held together groups.

Because I’m literally the girl who lived.

Thanks to a surgeon and thousands of years of medical research. Actually.

I lived.

That took gods help too.

But my smarts and knowledge kept me alive while I unraveled what was happening faster than a computer could hope.

At the speed of light?

Well does electricity move that fast?

Think of thunderstorms. Yes the thunder is actually when you hear it because it’s faster than sound. But you see lightning and the speed of light is faster.

So we’ll go with the speed of electrical signals firing in the glob of electrical sentient fat that is a brain.

But a computer has to go though analytical protocols and flag.

While I can make those connections at the speed of my thoughts.

Which can be (thanks to bipolar) so crazy fast it seems like they are up against a super computer named Melissa

…

We’ll leave that alone.

Now the terrorists are back to the drawing board because the latest was keeping us awake for a prerequisite time till trying gaslight to death and I scuppered that.

Why no Gag order?

You mean except as suggested by terrorists?

It must be pretty handy to have someone without clearance to lose who can warn everyone because I can figure it out.

But the other sides (yes plural) think I either am or run a super computer.

(And those with clearance can’t say anything but would kind of like to.)

Yes I’m spelling that out to at the hopes everyone settles the fuck down.

Because “why do they let you [fill in the blank]” was next.

Now it’s less bugs bunny enemies and more wile e coyote. And this is getting stupid and crazy at the same time.

Any more questions?

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.

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My suggestions for handling it are self isolating. Icing the amygdala (base of the skull) and maybe even anti inflammatories I don’t know I can’t take them with my meds

Call 911 if you are scared.

This feeling is real

It’s really induced.

Just say you’re worried you might hurt yourself – because I know you’re too scared to say you’re worried that’s after hurting someone else.

It’s okay. Get the police involved.

Get help.

Get away.

It really does stop when the sound does.

Instantly.

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:

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Prologue

Year: 82 Anno Imperitor Niccoli. Eighty-two years after the greatest disaster of manikind. Blackwatch Industries.

Like all great tyranny’s the empire formed on the back of hope, riding the dreams of a better future before all of humanity was trapped within its suffocating grasp. Climate change, disease, war, famine and greed had broken the fabric of society and only one man emerged victorious.

His start was humble, his small company nothing more than an avenue for coperate consumption, gobbling up smaller organizations under his umbrella. But when their research led them to restore the atmosphere the tide turned in his favour.

Chemical nanotechology refroze the icebergs. Genetic research restored the crops and livestock. And electronic farms supplied the energy. Nothing went to waste. Storms whipped turbines into power generators. Even light reflected from snow was harnessed to produce clean, low emission fuel.

The heat from remaing exaust was in turn used to capture precious carbon monoxide, and slowly the mars prisons were beginning to look like a reality.

The deadly plague that had ripped through the earth was quarenteed and controled, until all sufferrs finally died of illenss. Only a handful of untreatable diseases remained as a danger. The new dawn had emerged. With a price.

NIccoli rose above the others as the savior of life on earth, charming and egocentric he lured the remaining populace into a new vision of mankind, one united under his monarchy. A tight leash was promised, and in return Niccoli would ride the stars, expand earths reach and usher in a brighter dawn. The apex of earths children could begin. But the wake of progress was nothing short of cultural devesation.

Countries were obliterated, religious ideology all but exterminated, familys forced to move and split up and commerce brought under his grip. Any resistence was dealt with in deadly secret. The dark undercurrent that protected society’s illusions began and the blackwatch was formed, a covert group taking the company name to disguise their abhorrent activites. But all beneath a shiny exterior surface.

With the wealth of the world under his domain Niccoli pushed forward with the search for impossible space travel and better living – intent on burning his name as the greatest man in history. Hypercities were built at his order, destroying thousands of years of history without a thought. Why waste time on the past when the future was so promising.

As the first tower broke ground the twist of galactic physics suceeded. Faster than light technology. A journy that should take years could now be completed in weeks. With an unsatiable hunger for greatness, Niccoli seiezed upon the oppertunity to expand, soon claiming the mysterious aleins he knicknamed the Ionians.

They adapted to their new leaders, in theory, appearing to welcome more advanced technology into a society that had yet to invent the internet. On earth the victory was the glory of humans, but on Iona the wars of the clans constantly nudged at the facade of peace.

In some circles it is suggested it would have been better to stablize the second planet first. But Niccoli turned his attention to Urax and thier unique scientists. A move that cost more in lives than any other war in the histroy of man. Superior resources dwindled as the cagey Urakoi dodged every attempt to crack down on power. Even as an uneasy treaty formed, Urakoi rebals rose to counter the new, unpopular leader.

At home doubts began to emerge about the sancity of their actions. Citizens questioned if the loss of liberties had been worth the illusion of galatic paradise. And as more and more money poured into certain defeat, morale plumeted. By the time Niccoli’s reign was finally passed to his son the empire’s golden age was already fading.

Just twenty years later the third emporer claimed the throne as the elite were struggling to stay in control. His weak presence doing nothing to curb the corruption and greed that had wormed its way back into society.

Kyros in particular could no let go of their glory. There was still one more planet to plunder. So long as the Nathan could be convinced, war with the Lacoi would surely bring fast victory and shore up the dying empire. It seemed so simple…

As a message.

A stupid message that could get me killed but I’ll scream at the top of my lungs if I don’t.

I understand you need a mathematical mind who specializes in set theory.

My Dad is safe now.

And you tried brainwashing me seven times because mathematics is so natural to me I can breathe it without bothering with notation – though I should.

But not right now.

However my sister had dyscalcula you arseholes.

She was a linguist you stupid, stupid terrorists. She sucked at mathematics.

You tried brainwashing her hoping for a mathematician and your attempt destroyed my family.

Go drown in a well so dark you can’t see the light

I’m done pussyfooting about.

The entire modern world rests on probability’s theory that came out of a series of letters just because a mathematician was curious if you could predict the end of a game.

That kind of game theory you twits.

Nothing we do would have been possible without it.

You don’t get minds like that everywhere.

My father is the world’s top mathematician and I’m better at it than him.

I’m that good.

You don’t normally get someone like me – so capable of understanding literally everyone’s perspective I hope to try to facilitate communication- the new study the world is resting on.

Everyone thinks “I’m just like them” because I can adapt to anyone else but no one can adapt to me and I’m fed up.

None of you can unravel the world’s workings the way I do and I’m tired of you shitting on it.

What’s more.

I am so good (as good as my father) at presenting perspectives you understand it so well you thought everyone already knew that.

And maybe you did.

But I guarantee you couldn’t fucking explain it to someone else.

Communication is that powerful now.

I am the top mind in the fucking world and the bitch next door thinks calling me stupid will somehow make me obey.

Fuck you all.

No one is on my level so really there are more important qualities to have because otherwise I would have hidden out a lot longer ago.

And

The problem I have with people (when I do) is that I won’t say “how I really feel” or “what I really think”

One

That’s impossible no language is fast enough I can’t talk that fast and you wouldn’t understand anyway.

Two

I learnt at an early age no one is comfortable with my level of observation on them.

So no

I don’t say what I’m thinking

It’s too much, In too much detail, too quickly.