Sylvanna Devlin

Yeah, phew, what was that about?

So on the more (slightly) normal front.

I have discovered vaguely honey flavored unsweetened rice pudding and am in food heaven right now.

A teaspoon of honey isn’t much but certainly adds flavor. I can’t wait to see how it is with cardamom and saffron! (Just a pinch)

(You can forget that vegan’s don’t eat honey bollacks. I do. I’m not joining a club, I’m listening to my body)

My rice cooker is just about big enough to cook a cup of dry rice into two cups cooked with a little room.

One cup taken out for dinner, the rest made into a liquid soup with unsweetened coconut milk.

And that teaspoon of honey.

Gone from cold but cooked rice to hot cooked pudding with a single button!

It looked close to ready when the system was done. I wasn’t sure it wouldn’t need another round.

But:

I poured in a little more coconut milk and…

Magic!

Perfect rice pudding. Just stirred it to the right consistency while hot and left it to cool.

Much needed snack and a delicious breakfast. But I’m thinking of skipping trying it sweetened. Or at least only on a little to test!

For those who want the list:

1 cup cooked jasmine rice (cold)

? Unsweetened coconut milk – just make it into a soup

1 tsp Runny Honey – I used that New Zealand stuff.

In a small one button rice cooker.

Then

? Unsweetened coconut milk, just stir it in hot till it looks like pudding.

Makes about 2 cups rice pudding.

You will probably need to experiment if you want to make bigger batches!

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.

Thank goodness! A decent picture of my very expressive face! At least something is right. I mean you did say you were going to lie and say it’s not real. But at least I look good in my photos for once.

So the point?

I mean the AI is a loaded weapon.

That’s separate from why it’s pointed at me.

Apart from testing the technology to hack and steal and abuse – all on me. Is the website.

The suggestion box of evil.

And payment plans for harassment and jail keeping.

It’s a lot of technology involved in watching the woman who survived the weapon.

When will she finally kill herself? When will she destroy her room? Can we turn her? Will she ever get violent. How can we manipulate the situation next? Can we try to get her to injure a rapist? Accidents are entertainment too!

Dance marionette dance!

Even next door calls a blog post a threat.

So quite apart from apologizing to innocent and semi-innocent are the

“You watch it” crowd.

Because they’re watching me. Using hacked AI. Hacking my things. Turning into terrorists.

Just to see what the actual Sylvanna does next.

I’ll give you a fucking show all right.

Here we go. Laundry. Feeding my cat. Waxing my body. Fixing my nails. Trying to study. Developing theories.

Wee.

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.

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

Without going into practicals, there’s an issue with modem security.

Most are aware of visible cameras. So, so many of them. Ignoring anything that shouldn’t be there. The ones we can find are everywhere.

I personally wouldn’t mind as much if they weren’t highly insecure and apparently hackable – particularly if run by AI.

As a part two of describing the consequences of an AI virus.

To watch all cameras all the time about everything is too much. And while I want to pursue the mathematics to sort the data, someone already thinks their AI is enough.

It’s actually creating more work because the interpretation isn’t there.

“Melissa is upset and threw something across the room”

Oh dear the content is I’m ranting.

Shivers

I throw laundry into the basket when I’m busy cleaning up and clean up when upset.

Do you want to fix your context?

“Melissa is upset and cleaning while she complains, and threw a shirt into the laundry basket. It’s on the far side of the room from her, but the room is small”

Fixed it for 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.

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.

So it did indeed seem like the world was shitting on me.

That’s because there’s a “creepypasta” type website people make suggestions of “what to do to Melissa Devlin (or Sylvanna).

My reputation was trashed and others felt justified in psychological torture.

I am real

But on the other side of a computer no one treats me as such.

My body – someone suggested mutilating, is real.

No one can survive everything you did to me.

But killing myself didn’t quite work out in my permanent death.

I actually survived everything I said I did.

Including a solid go at dying.

And you did have Infected AIs fuck and play with me.

And I don’t really have suitable words.

Come back to reality.

I am real

What you are doing is having real consequences.

And I want to kill myself every morning because of you.

Face what you have done. For even if I was vile. No one deserves the cumulative abuse you perform resulting in psychological torture.

I am real.

To say otherwise is vile.

I am that pretty, smart, creative, and talented.

And I am that disabled.

And you gave me real compounding PTSD.

Come back to reality.

You have to stop.

Level one of any (potentially viral) Troll-Bot AI “script”, whether entirely performed by digital voices, or used as a guide by a very irresponsible individual. Is thus:

It has demands of behavior to make you snap and respond.

And

It has questions

Nice and probing

Or “answer the question”

Maybe even “I’ll torture you till you answer”

That’s either directly with a horrible frequency at high decibels.

Or just standard harassment till the “objective” is achieved.

You react.

As it gets louder, more insistent, it surrounds one with all the digitizations of local speakers.

But if it can’t get past level one I suppose the whole thing is scuppered. I don’t know.

Maybe Anti-Viral AI could target where it trains. I don’t know.

I do know it’s certainly tempting to create an AI that just says, “Leave me alone, I’m busy.”

But any response, anything – as well as your every action – is fuel for nagging nitpicking and questions.

I don’t know how to avoid getting frustrated as fuck. But maybe I can just enjoy breaking it in new ways.

Hopefully one that doesn’t just move me into “which idle gaslighting threads” catch.

There must be a way to maybe string it along till it gives up.

One thing I have noticed, no matter how tempted you are to swear at it?

Don’t.

Use other euphemisms for the militant, nosy nanny stage.

It doesn’t stop everything but it keeps it from getting worse.