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.
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.
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.
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”
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]
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.
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.
Pull my book from the victims perspective of reactive abuse?
Go to the hospital when the only element keeping me alive is Tabitha and she has to be with me at all times?
Never mind they can’t fix the situation. My depression is a chemical reaction to your abuse. Medication won’t stop you.
Nothing will stop you.
And nothing stops the Abusive program run by an AI once it’s set to kill.
It doesn’t stop if I go to the hospital – it follows me and harasses the whole building.
It continues when I get back.
I pulled my book at one point and it didn’t stop. It’s really good and I had to publish a version that was slightly older but still impressive. I might sell it so back off.
That is reality
You saying “I think I figured out how to kill her…”
Isn’t funny.
That’s reality too.
I did at one point pull some blog posts.
But nothing stops your abuse and demands.
Now I wake up and it takes energy to avoid killing myself and a hospital can’t fix that kind of depression.
I need to summon the will to live.
Tabitha tends to remind me, she’s here. She loves me.
I remember my family next. But it’s my cat who saves my life.
I talk to others, some on the phone, others I don’t know how, but we converse.
If my neighborhood is driving me insane I chatter.
But none of these are loud.
I sometimes (rarely) raise my voice. But that’s not shouting, yelling, screaming or bellowing.
And you know it.
Did you mention all the times you thought I wasn’t even here because I was so quiet? Or just when reactive abuse – you clearly know about – becomes too much, and I actually did yell?
During about 3 incidents of being kept awake 72 hours and harassed the whole time. I have a feeling you noticed the cause.
It’s not for the victim to shoulder responsibility that wounds hurt. And your type finds them.
It’s not your place to demand I be silent, either.
It’s certainly not your place when I have been informed my voice is picked up at any volume and most people are getting it pumped in.
If you are among them? You may politely remind me.
Politely
This is not an invitation to fuss and bully without rebuke. I’m not your punching bag. Try to abuse me when others have kindly reminded me it’s late? They’ll all learn I’m being harassed into madness again.
Again.
Manners Matter or I don’t even pay attention.
If you have a problem with me, knock on my door and fucking wait till I open it before beginning your crap – and not at 2:30 am when everyone else fucking has to hear it too.
I don’t want to come out there?
Why not? The fuck you going to actually do?
Like seriously, piss off! Your baiting is unwelcome! (At all times, but particularly 2:30 am)
Also don’t knock on my wall when I’m quietly thinking and not saying a word.
Do not ask me to turn down music I’m not playing and don’t have the speakers for.
Stop knocking on the wall and pretending it was me. I don’t. I can’t. There’s no spot to do so and my fingers are fragile.
I’d have a lot more sympathy if, for a moment, I didn’t doubt you actually thought it was me. You know how the system works, you participated in using it.
You just want a rise and to scorch me where my PTSD ignites – like all the other adult little girls.
The rest of us are sick of bull like yours.
You came to someone’s attention and that’s not really my business.
Handle your own BS.
You know full well it wasn’t me.
As for saying “I throw things” when the most I toss is knickers – and reporting as much is vile.
I do drop things. They sometimes make noise. But either your stigma makes up nasty images that aren’t true or you’re outright lying.
Which is it?
Now, as far as other issues are concerned.
In the evenings and weekends the halls and courtyard are alive with “I want her out tomorrow” or “this afternoon.” Or “come out here I want to see what you’re made of, Sylvanna.”
I can handle myself physically but the information escaped I had (all of once) been in a fight and every pipsqueak in the neighborhood comes in from outside to try to start something.
(Not that I would mind being pipsqueak sized.)
I point out a fight would be a bad idea and the skinniest thing in the building (who says this with the safety behind a closed door) declares she makes a better Sylvanna (whatever that means) and she’s a werewolf.
Okay honey.
But I’m a dragon.
I don’t believe in having an unnecessary fight – and as a result haven’t been in one.
The closest I came was in a hospital.
I went in for psychiatric reasons – I didn’t even remember my own name.
I was exhausted and thought I was on a movie set because I’d lost the plot.
They handled it very badly and at night, sans antipsychotic, I needed the bathroom and an orderly looked ready to take a swing at me.
Moving balled fist, ready.
At a hospital!
Over the bathroom!
I disabled his ability to hurt me and turned and walked away. I was then dogpiled by him and three others.
They knocked me unconscious and partially dislocated my jaw. The woman who called them over used two fingers to “test my tightness”
The police couldn’t get a report from me because I was crying. But they left me alone and staff at actual psychiatric facilities were very gentle with me as I tried to rejoin reality.
Incidentally they brought in a commode and when my constipation (they weren’t treating) eased I emptied my bowls and filled an empty one with so much poo I ended up sitting in it.
I hated that place.
This was all back in Petaluma in 2022 but apparently part of the story followed. Not the part that I was dissociating so heavily I didn’t know reality anymore – as exhausted and harassed bipolar people need the bathroom occasionally, and the antipsychotic on time.
Just that I outfought three men because I dodged the other two before walking away. – again, they piled on me when my back was turned.
So peacocks in the area wants a go and I don’t believe I have to prove a thing.
It’s contributing to a hostile environment that is incredibly uncomfortable.
Every post I make objecting to abuse, any at all, sees the building explode with threats of violence. I don’t know by who. It echoes down the halls.
For all I know someone is fluxing (typo intended) with the whole building,
I’m not sure she even lives here.
It’s possible they’re getting a very bad summary of the posts, a summary with a pack of lies but I have no way to know.
It seems more likely they need to rejoin reality themselves as the adult world isn’t supposed to be like this!
It’s likely my nickname has yet again been “borrowed” by someone here who actually leaves her room – who might posture a bit more than I do. And it’s intended for her. But someone comes from outside the hall to yell down ours.
Apparently because I’d prefer to brush my hair rather than ever again have to wait all night with spikes in it, someone has mistaken it for weakness. My desire to dance rather than tango with fisticuffs is from confidence not empty crap
I don’t need a guardian or a fight. No matter how much I might be regarded as a “princess”. My own sister doesn’t know how tough I can be. But taking my name isn’t helping a soul.
Just leave me alone to fix a nail not fight, you and the arsehole you irritated. And I don’t know what the hell this “better Sylvanna” crap is because I was too badly hacked to see what is actually fucking going on with my name.
As previously pointed out, someone stole my identity, my life’s story, my writing, and shat on my friendships. She doesn’t sound lovely and she too uses my name.
The environment is toxic because of this situation. It may be why my neighbor makes up stories about me. But I can’t be held accountable for others bad behavior.
If true, I can’t control that someone has spread a reputation in my name. And others come in to posture. But my neighbor could control her attitude.
Yay, stigma on top of a troll-bot, or maybe why it was aimed at me . They are afraid of me in actuality and puff up their chests a bit.
Just because I’m bipolar doesn’t mean I’m dangerous.
Start a fight, I end one. But I’d rather not.
Also
Yes, I would prefer to deescalate and at least not escalate. But my blog is my outlet and you don’t seem all that scary if you get your panties in a bunch over a blog post.
Maybe learn to back off.
There have been objections from bystanders listening to someone bait, and me mutter and swear as a response. So my blog really is the best solution. Don’t like what I have to say? Don’t read it!
