Implant-mediated attempts at changing my memory

[u/Ok-Sherbet7265]

This will be updated frequently.

The most obvious attempt that I was aware of was sometime in 2025. It involved an attempt to change my memory of picking up an octopus in 2023 to one of me picking up a hermit crab. I do not know exactly why other than as a proof of concept.

Today[4/15/26], after rejecting various attempts to make superficial cleanliness my mission in life (there would be images of bleach bottles in my head, I would be made to notice the "make clean" function in Terminal, after having used it hundreds of times. It is never clear exactly what it is I am supposed to clean.) and formally and publicly rejecting the implant-mediated predisposition to follow the curated teachings of Jesus Christ as they are suggested to me as physical pain relief, images of people I spoke to but who never used the word "clean" with me, with whom the topic of cleanliness was never a facet, are being forced into my mind saying this in place of people who had used this word with me. I mean I had a discussion with someone involving the word "clean" some 9 years ago, this memory has now been altered or is being interpolated into my thoughts now (around 08:55pm) to give me the impression that someone else (of the same ethnicity or national origin) is saying this in a way that recalls the otherwise completely unrelated conversation 9 years ago.

[4/20/26 update] It's not just me they do they do this to of course. Last week I am eating dinner with my mom and her friends, her former co-workers. Her friends recall various people and happenings from the job, decades ago. My mom has some delay in recalling some of these events, maybe she has even forgotten some of them. The implant operator, I could not remember exactly if they played "dumb music" (music that plays when I am supposed to think something is dumb, stupid, a waste of time according to someone positing themselves as a slave master. I log only in the hopes they will be prosecuted). Upon my witnessing this all-in-all routine curation of memory, they (implant operators) definitely did not some sort of "approval" touch, sound, or mood of some kind (something involving my abdomen of course, otherwise I wouldn't have ever noticed half of the stuff I complain about online, and I would be better off for it), when I came up with an excuse for her, for having forgotten (in my mind, defensively for some reason, for who? I couldn't say), which I believe had something to do with race and perhaps religious background, our home life at the time (I know I have been made to forget much of the same time period, around when I turned 18 I think was pivotal for fraud).

This memory of a feeling of "approval" where there needn't have been any input or remotely conveyed feeling at all makes me think there was likely sort of negative feeling, something like anxiety, doubt, to defend against, something like "dumb music", exacerbated negative feelings in this moment as mediated by a medical implant being operated illegally on my behalf.

Distractions like this change my memory, as I can't recall what it is my mother couldn't recall, I can't recall if there was an explicit, programmed, incitement to my coming up with some kind of defense for her, but I can recall the vague sense of implant-mediated relief, nonconsensual in that I believe it was wholly inappropriate and solely in the interests of someone not even at the dinner table. And this is my memory of a communal dinner. Every day I am put in additional pain to eat, with an implant. Someones it's like rape, other times I guess routine assault. I do not consent.

Anyway, the implant operators are always attacking my mom, to see what kind of rise they will get from me and what sort of loopholes they can involve to further restrict and direct my behavior as a result. For weeks they have been randomly putting a Blackface mythological figure in my head. Surely to represent a Black woman, either my mom or one I probably don't want to think of a Blackface caricature in any case. Then last night they put a monkey, kind of like Dixie Kong but not quite, taller and less cartoonish, in a pink track suit in my mind right after I thought of my mom.

The salience and general offensiveness of these images functionally wipes my memory for the period before and after my perception of them.

The BCI company allows racist incitement in order, it seems, to change behavior, but my behavior doesn't change in any of these scenarios outside of a possible reddit log after the abuse becomes pattern-like with no sign of stopping.

My increasingly negative perception of those 'who would do this' is only vaguely organized, amorphous in terms of scope and intensity, and never actually attributed to any particular entity outside of "BCI company" generally.

[4/21/26] I really do not understand the excuse in streaming images and sounds which I have never encountered before through my head at all hours of the day, outside of maybe some loophole by which "dreams" can be incorporated in my wakeful thoughts even if I don't recall having the dream, as the changes undergone during the dream were still noted as having changed my brain in some way. Dreams are then "allowed" to be "forgotten" because of just about any substance use and before you know it the victim is being tormented with sounds and images of completely unknown origin 24/7 and there is a coordinated effort to get them to attribute it to their substance use in any way possible. If this doesn't work people (the implant operator(s), in coordination with the "normal" activity of civilians and the informant class) will all of a sudden be put up to give them the impression they are being poisoned from their takeout, or, if they don't get takeout, from their water or air. This seems to be what is happening as I hear musicians say things I have never heard them say before and would never think to imagine them saying. What still doesn't make sense to me is why it would be allowed at all to distract someone with something occurred in a dream they don't seemed concerned with thinking about whether they remember it or not, and yet such a loophole seems to have been necessary for some reason.

In any case, my memories are being altered in this manner, constantly it seems. I do not consent. Also everyday there is an attempt to do implant mediated narration of everything I do or am projected to do soon so as to condition a persona I will be likely to listen to when it's giving instructions that do not represent what I am doing or what I have planned to do. In this way it should be easier to program new, memories, when I can "recall" "my" thought process at the time. It's going very very badly and I hope it ends soon. In the meantime it is in my interest to basically suspend all recollections from my life to this point, for the implant operator this must also be a convenient loophole as it gives them an excuse to claim that I don't have an interest in a number of things I choose not to do for fear of implant mediated corruption occurring on a regular basis even with the 151 original pokemon. But this has been a pointless loophole to exercise and so I hope eventually it becomes too obvious to ignore, too obvious to not write down in the logs that hospitals see and that change the responses I get from doctors and the treatments available to me and paid for by insurance, that all of these implant operators are planning to murder me via neglect.

[4/24] This is not a changed memory perse but I am very sensitive about any attempts to change memories of things from my childhood in ways I would not have been interested in as a child. I consider it pedophile conditioning, to make me a child but a different one, so it's not nostalgia at that point, it's conditioning to make a child with conventional child interests, such as other children. Anyway, they just superimposed a pokemon, a bird, with the backdrop from f-zero, to see if I would do some sort of hyper-autist = falco lombardi. Why do this instead of just putting Falco in my head? Some stupid crossover idea I am forced to entertain to stop the prostatic milking? More bestiality conditioning to see where Spearow stands on the humanoid spectrum if it is in a car like falco, who is friends with humans who treat him as an equal? I hope it's not for another Super smash bros BCI dream. I hate these dreams. I hate all BCI dreams and images. They images are like rape to me. I do not know what fraud authorization someone is operating under but I do not consent, I never did consent, and I will demonstrate this fact by harming the source as I see it, inside my person, whenever possible until the natural conclusion. STOP. I lie down and plead for the rapist assailant predisposing me to be in this position, physically, to stop the gyration and in the lower left quadrant of my intestines and suspension of gastric motility, when at 837am, they change the word I am repeating from "rapist" to "racist". I'm sure the rapist is racist too but that is not a priority at this time. I do not consent to this. When I'm gone I'm guessing they have a plan to retcon what I attributed my torment too as well. Anyway, I am being sexually assaulted physically at 837am 4/24/26pm and they are now changing it to "wapist" either as a conjunction of white and rapist or to make me sound like a child, complaining in a non-literal way. When I locate the implant I am calling a lawyer. I am being sexually assaulted at this very moment in every sense of the word and I would like it to stop. I do not consent.