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
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.
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 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.
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 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…
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.
When it starts it’s just annoying. And you can try not to listen but you’ll hear it – they even hack into headphones. So part of you is paying attention and that part would like it to stick to a story.
Even if you can write it off as all bullshit your brain eventually screams for consistency – different times for different people in different moods.
They keep that up for 72 hours at the end of no sleep and either the sliding shells version or the alternate “the long whiz gone bad” will drive you insane.
Because I bet you anything the new trick is to slide around the truth enough then begin a very long narrative of reality abuse and gaslighting- 3 days long. And you pay attention because the sliding shells version was so bad so at least this is sort of consistent.
Till “oh whoops none of this is real”.
The rug is pulled out and sliding shells begin again.
These people aren’t some stupid bitch down the hall with a grudge.
These people are terrorists trying to cause mass suicide.
My problem isn’t an inveterate jellyfish not matured past high school unless she’s one of them.
My problem is:
TERRORISTS
Real ones. And we’re the hostages so we don’t get to know the agenda.
Mmm?
Mass suicide and mass “distracted driving” by force? Makes that gaslighting trollbot a weapon of mass destruction.
Are you with me yet honeys I live with?
While you upset me, not half as much as terrorists do and you’re helping them out by being so nasty.
Please don’t feed the owners of the gaslighting trollbots.
Mmm?
I’m already trying to survive pissing them off and the only conciliation I have it’s some other stupid arsehole who gaslighted my sister with her own work being moved around, deleted and changed.
Because anyone with mental illness was “fair game”
And that stupid arse just “didnt like her”
Murdering f’wit
No offense meant to those who would really like to put a bullet in me, but at least they have standards.
So if the peanut gallery could shove off and stop lying about me and abusing me, I’d appreciate it because I’m mighty suspicious you want to discredit the only survivor of this form of attack.
Mmm?
Now. Talk loudly, take benedryl to sleep, avoid the possibility they’ll switch to brainwashing attacks when oblivion looks unlikely. Distract yourself. Argue with strangers about “would you rather” silliness and nothing personal to anyone. Be kind to your loved ones and interrupt them as much as possible.
And watch out for “popcorn music” it makes you feel like popcorn is exploding in your brain, instantly causing rage – that stops as soon as that does.
No killing each other either, okay?
They’re trying to create a no win situation. You need other people to avoid killing yourself with oblivion but might want to avoid everyone if they switch tactics and induce rage. You can’t write it will be deleted in front of you.
Journal away if this is not stopped in time.
Keeping people awake again?
P..S.
This was created to duplicate the symptoms of mental illness by someone who experienced these as a result of her condition on a daily basis. She had to manage them. She likely forgot how extreme is it to experience these things on a daily basis.
I lived up the road from her and worried over incessantly.
She always seemed so sad.
Then a rash of burglaries hit us.
A cognitive scientist who developed a gaslighting trollbot to allow others to experience her life for five minutes.
A cyber security engineer away from the weekend.
And a world famous mathematician who specializes is set theory.
All on the same block of kind road.
All of us hit, all of us blaming one of the others.
None of them (or me) the actual terrorists.
As far as I can tell the AI hurting you really is called “Melissa”
Which is why I now go by Sylvanna.
Because I was the first victim and as far as I know lone survivor thus far.
You gaslighted me and I was already mentally ill with Bipolar and PTSD from gaslighting.
I warned you of lethal consequences but it didn’t matter.
You wanted it to be fatal.
You gaslighted someone else with Bipolar. And caused a mood episode which with that mental illness means irritability.
It was just the illness. It wasn’t her core. But arseholes who know nothing of her judge her post mortem anyway.
And after what you did to someone fragile, vulnerable, spikey but sweet.
Oh no? Oops?
You needled and wheedled me into rage and didn’t stop. That rage was a result, a reaction. Not my core. And it made me suicidal to experience it. Each and every time.
But fury and irritability are states not personalities.
Remember that.
Because stupid bitches won’t let it drop.
I’m quiet and sweet, little too prone to muttering if agitated. And loud when I do talk. But a dragon takes over when being obliterated.. Until I need to channel a goddess to survive.
What you do is lethal and only very stupid people believe you “just want hospitalization.”
By the one true god, I hope you are caught and put in prison.
The “popcorn music” that makes it feel like popcorn exploding in your brain? If you’re mentally ill it instantly induces rage that stops as soon as the sound does.
Or something more subtle?
Gaslighting by deleting, returning, and changing work.
Perhaps a dissertation.
Maybe there’s constantly a low grade noise. It alters the brain to be constantly bombarded and if done long enough the brainwaves adapt and you have a “where’s the demon gone” sensation when it stops.
But if no one listens it’s not you altering your work. And it seems quiet enough to them?
Rage can follow.
And actions so regrettable suicide follows that.
I avoided such things by avoiding people. I had pulled back from the brink before. I knew how to shut down before violent urges became violent acts.
But still killed myself with the final words “No one listens”
You did this to my family.
You drove my sister to suicide.
You will find the truth surrounds you and squeezes in like a vice, someday.
I hope it’s soon.
The necklace is still there. But on a different chain.
Sylvanna Devlin 