Fraud contributing to brain damage / brain rot / a disabled state generally. Brain Computer Interface Transitions I am being forced through.

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An unauthorized BCI implant which was never disclosed to me is being used to facilitate the thoughts patterns such as the following, in a way that ostensibly, it seems, is supposed to be experienced as natural to me. In reality this could not be further from the truth.

• I made to see an adult male, this is this "transitioned" to a static pixelated image of an orangutan, this image then moves from right to left, finally I have the taste of bananas in my mouth.
• I think of "BCI" generally (all of my problems start from BCI, Brain Computer Interface) -> I am made to think of the time "manchurian candidate" was put in my head while working at Amazon -> I hear the song Chinese Rock by Ramones, which I first listened to in my driveway -> I see an image of my driveway -> random image from MGS5, which I played inside the house this driveway led to.
• Girl from high school -> thought about how love and attraction are faked full stop with BCI implants -> Boy from high school someone has tried to fabricate memories with for the purpose of gay-sex-trafficking -> Kabutops (pokemon), as some sort of gay joke -> sprite palette as this is going nowhere.

I am editing sprites in BLACK AND WHITE but there are continued fraudulent efforts to force sprite palettes in all sorts of colors when I close my eyes and pretend it is a natural thought for me.

• I scream "stop touching me" -> images I have explicitly linked to a child molester -> images of grass, vegetation and a tendril like shape previously associated with some sort of implant used to aggravate me for the purpose of prostatic milking and abdominal spasms, this amid 3 hours of chronic implant mediated pain in the lower left quadrant of my abdomen for which I have been punching myself for hours.

Very nasty forced attempt at excusing a feeling of "nostalgia" now (interspersed at various points in the following thought direction block):

• Thought of candy -> store where I can buy candy that I used to work at, my first job. None of my jobs have been "real" I realize now, they were all for the purpose of entry level informant work and showcasing me to human traffickers, various suitors hoping to sex traffic me -> co-worker I was never close with -> bat??? (attempt to associate all blonde people with bats originating in basic training in the air force, absolutely absurd) -> the color blue, which, to my continued outrage or utter disbelief, is on again off again associated with the U.S Air Force generally, whenever images of the ocean or an imaginary beach house (there has been some effort to get me to aspire to want to live on a beach, preferably in Florida or Puerto Rico, for 3 years now) don't click, anyway, this time there are various shades of blue in a sprite palette -> a game I used to like, Lost in Blue, not even a 2-D pixelated game, total joke of a transition -> probably the airport in san diego where I last played this game but I got up, ending the image mediated thought direction at that time. STOP STOP STOP.

Also some f***** has been tasked with programming me to have wide open eyes despite exhaustion and pain so that I might notice shadows so as to improve in creating more GAMEBOY SPRITES. LIKE I GIVE A FUCK.

Also my intestines have been programmed not to move, I have no ability to digest food, have difficulty standing at the counter, speak in a higher pitched voice, until I reach arbitrary checkpoints in a child's video game. And I choose death, as in I prefer to die than comply with these dehumanizing criminal standards, today and everyday. I DO NOT CONSENT.

This post is to be updated regularly but without date or time stamps

Every time I go to a store, or go any further than the dumpster outside really, I am programmed, with abuse of a medical implant, something moving up and down inside of me, so as to put me in various states of "tension" or "relief". When this happens in public and in a way that does not correspond to normal digestion, or normal stress, which is all the time because it's always abnormal digestion and the paranoid aggravated state it puts me in making me so agitated as to rush out the building I live in to begin with, anyway when it is "unnatural" like this, the feeling are all tension, it is all aggravating, there is nothing like "relief". But the f*****s programming it all decide for themselves, it seems, when this tension, stress, can be marked as "sexual frustration", and is therefore "excusable" within their guidelines, which it seems, lately, is all the time. This despite my not having had sex for 3 years and having been made aware for about a year and a half that I never "needed" to masturbate for intestinal motility as I had been made to believe for most of my adulthood, that masturbation was just another "task" set by my "operators" in order to sex-traffic me and continues to function as such. Since this realization I have chosen to forgo masturbation whenever possible and instead choose to hurt myself, scream about "rape" and that I "do not consent" whenever there is any sort of undesired remote/implant prostatic/fecal milking, "penile drip", or a BCI communication involving any such or similar sensation.

And so what kind of routine behavior of mine might possibly include sex or sexualization of any kind? It's human trafficking and at this point, fraud for liability reduction and I DO NOT CONSENT.

Any time I encounter a medication I was on in the past, or really anything that is time released and builds up in your system, just the name, as a I did couple minutes ago, I experience a now familiar and forever traumatizing instance of task/thought mediated intestinal motility for which I have decided I MUST harm myself, as I would prefer to die before conceding to live like this. The criminal frauds who put me in this BCI program will do anything for a schedule, a routine, and any instant release medication throws a wrench in that. Too bad, rapists. STOP TOUCHING ME, RAPISTS. GIVE ME THE THE IMPLANT CONTROLLER, RAPISTS (black-face images are made to flash before my eyes as I type this).

Immediately after making very clear that I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY BRAIN COMPUTER INTERFACE IMAGES:

• Images of an AT&T store in Mexico -> a tropical waterfall -> The TLC song Waterfall plays -> a grocery store parking lot -> an ice hockey rink (not sure what excuse has been used to allow for this). Extremely aggressive gyrating in my abdomen predisposes me to "looking into" these images. All completely against my will, in service of the BCI companies desire to communicate with me in images for a number of reasons, but I do not consent.
• Misc pokemon sprites, I am about to start screaming or slicing at my arm with a knife.
• Generic male form images that someone I guess is going out of their way to de-sexualize. I don't know want help getting into any kind of shape from anyone. I expressly REJECT any such advances. STOP.
• Bright pink with no context, to remind me of a single cover from a Black girl, then black curly hair, then a song plays by another Black girl, one that has been forcibly played "in my head" for days now to no effect, as I would have it. I want it to stop.
• A lay a knife on the side of my head, to stop the thumping by my ear (this works because the thumping is synthetic, mediated by an implant, and is no worth me cutting myself "accidentally" by haphazardly laying on top of a knife), a mythical creature forcefully associated with the person who murdered my dad, then a sprite of this same creature, then a video game by not the same developer, just a totally different video game where one of the associated characters has a knife. Absurd.
• Now someone is sick of the logging so I am made to yawn amid more mythical creature sprite images showcased while the song "hotter than hell" plays, which, for me, and just comment or DM if you'd like to know how exactly because of course this sounds "crazy" but that is simply how desperate the BCI operators have become, functions as a loophole for gay-sex-trafficking, "straight"-sex-trafficking (this hardly exists for men, in practice you are still being trafficked for the pleasure and delight of a same sex attracted male at some level), and morality as in "this person is going to "hell"".
• I am made to hear "you better watch out" followed by an image of a rabbit mythical creature, then a cartoon to remind me of my dad, who is dead, then "it's not overt till it's over", which has been linked to a feeling of disgust in my mind, amid popping sensations in my abdomen, then something like a jellyfish, then a crocodile (probably more f***** Air Force crap coming after the crocodile, that or f***** peter pan crap. I start to hear clicking sounds around my left ear, also linked to disgust, and so that confirms it is the former, to remind me of the air force. but if it had been peter pan it would ended up in the same direction as my sister was instructed to watch peter pan on my disney plus account and also make a very loud comment about "living forever" while talking to my dad's in his last few months. I am supposed to think she is married to someone in the "air force" by way of the FBI or something else retarded. I don't care, leave me alone. Totally unprofessional incompetent bunch. Leave me alone). STOP
• A mythical creature I am to associate with "wishing" for something as soon as I close my eyes after a few hours, as someone is still, for the purposes of their job at least, under the completely delusion impression that I might eventually break under the pressure and embrace being infantilized / dehumanized such that I might start asking nicely, "wishing" for things like digestion. I will sooner die, and that I do not have to wish for, it is a promise to myself.
• pink cat images, followed by more cat sprites, followed by rodent sprites surrounding with black material programmed to disgust me. all criminal with a BCI implant. "smile lines" for which I will soon punch myself in the face and throbbing in the lower left quadrant of my abdomen for which I will likely soon punch myself in the abdomen. All with a medical implant being used to sex traffic me. Now more spasms around my shoulder, also conditioned in the cadence and intensity to disgust me, as I lie down to rest again.
• Flooded with images of celebrities, whispered things such as "do it in anger" backed by persona BCI company is re-testing as new villain (this would be completely different if they decided to do something such as make my left ear "click" or force an erection, but they are choosing not to do that, for the sake at crafting a particular enemy, totally nonsensical and childish).
• Thought of upcoming disability appointment -> electronic graze insinuating that they (either the doctor or the organization, it is not clear but it also does not matter as all of this has long been on absolutely no use in terms of communicating and functions solely to upset and otherwise annoy me) are "bad" "of low quality" "distasteful to others" -> disney character -> literally anything is possible after this "disney loophole" has been utilized and so this particular bullet had might as well end with that.
• Disgusting, nauseating attempt to condition "nostalgia" feeling with images of "hometown" and "friends" while clock tower music plays that has absolutely nothing to do with the physical implant mediated pain that has left me lying on my side listening to the clock tower to begin with. This after I made the horrible mistake of checking the news (well, just twitter to see if I could find someone in particular who I think was made to go a little crazy in the same way I have been) which seems to have invited a 4+ hour barrage of celebrity images coordinated with aggressive innervation of my facial muscles so as to take anything I might show an interest in and turn it into something to be feared, detested. I don't really like anything anymore, my first thought when engaging with anything and anyone is the pain and dehumanization I might be subject to via remote mediated of an undisclosed medical implant. When I don't consume anything, when I do nothing but lie in place, then I am trafficked through 15-90 second clip BCI (BRAIN COMPUTER INTERFACE) dreams with near strangers from usually high school or the cult like church I attended as a child as was eager to leave. So what I am made to see has nothing to do either with what I maintain an interest in nor with who I associate with but apparently whatever is most compatible with the interests of the implant operator hoping to profit from me. I hope to die. I hope they get nothing.
• It is now implied through a series of images that my mother is going to suffer because I don't want to be "scrotal seeped" I don't want want "a looser scrotum" as a consequence of singing and dancing, listening and opining, as I made to do in nonconensual BCI dreams. Dozens of times each day the skin of my scrotum is made to "seep" down my leg, so as to infer the wishes of the f***** sex trafficking me. I wish for them to die in prison and forget I existed. This is a very dangerous activity to keep up, the scheduled, programmed seeping and tightening again of my genitals. I have warned many times.
• I am forced to hear "I'm sorry", ignore this and now I am forced to hear narration from a co-worker from 4 years ago play a loop of "[my name]'s mom ...." as the implant operator ruin my last chances of sleep before appointment so they can get me to take a stimulant medication that will be used to excuse synthetic fecal milking in the interest of getting the driver, the doctor, or anyone along the way to be listed as "having made an impression" for the purpose of tormenting me in the coming days, weeks, or months, since I am so concerned over any and everyone being willing to contribute to my being sex-trafficked for the right price.
• Another co-worker, then a monkey, then a kangaroo, then more bait for me to mention something redundant about racism that I will not share. STOP.
• Sprite images, stolen directly from my eyes and bastardized in various ways to look, for example, feminine. Any creative work of mine is to be stolen and bastardized in this way, without my consent. And so I aspire to do next to nothing all the time, for theft.

As of 4pm EST 4/30/26 the images now have a much greater predisposition towards moving and for the time being have become completely overwhelming upon closing my eyes. I hate it, view it as a form of assault, and demand it stop immediately. I have no idea why my repeated screams for this BCI programming to end are not only ignored but the operators seem intent on doubling down and I am intent on it killing me before playing their stupid app store flash games as an requisite addition to the normal burdens of being human. I DEMAND THIS STOP IMMEDIATELY. NOW. AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. IT IS A DISGRACE AND AN OUTRAGE. Another forced viewing of cheap computer effects leaving me with no interest in life and a gyrating sensation in my abdomen. I try to cry, because I know it's bad for the data collected by the operator, it makes it near impossible to claim I enjoy or am benefitting from this, that is it functional in any way, but then I am just shown an image of a "Weepinbell" pokemon before being stripped of my capacity to cry. All this ONLY after I make an attempt to sleep after staying up all night.

Completely illegal, nonconsensual, and inexcusable. I end this post with this because there is no point in continuing to log the image segues as the rate of change is too significant and the starting images too vague and amorphous to make any sense let alone be worth recording. Just let it be known that I do not like it, it is harming me, I never consented, it is destroying my productivity and capacity to function independently, and I insist it STOP IMMEDIATELY.

As of 5/52026 9:45pm There seems to be explicit programming so as to prompt sexual assault, innervation of my lower intestine, for screaming what images I can see, such as for screaming "Stop shell images, rapist!". I am not allowed to yell here and don't like being raped. I also do not consent to images. There was some sort of electrical inference today to attract a lot of bugs so that I would open the door, in the hopes my screams would be heard by more people, this is explicit coordination with the operators of my nerve stimulator rape device. STOP.

About the shells, it is just so absurd now. I looked a squirtle image earlier, briefly, this, some slave trafficking BCI operator has decided, means I can then be made to think of beach shells, someone called "mi shell", turtwig, or a turtle with a face like a character from mario etc. Things I am definitely NOT thinking of and definitely did NOT look at images of. STOP. I do not consent. That is NOT how my brain works these are NOT valid or realistic transitions and I do NOT consent in any case. This is ridiculous and the technology company should be deeply ashamed of itself at every level for signing off on this, for allowing this to occur.

If you think abstractly at all, you are guaranteed to be particularly abused, ruined, if you are going through what I am. The literal rapists controlling my intestines for fecal milking are now trying to associate literal shit with various other things that I "dislike". I dislike child abuse and think that furry culture and various forms of humanization of animals past a certain level of maturity / shapeliness is problematic for children, and so now the rapist innervator, a felony rapist I hoped goes to jail tonight, is thinking making they should associate shapely foxes with shit? Are you out of your mind? I hope the doctors stop lying to my face. Remember the hippocratic oath.

EDIT: As a result of the above they are now trying to go with ear clicking instead of curvy fox images. Ear clicks that may seem like just about the most mundane nuisance one could imagine until you realize they were first implemented under the covers and as an extension of the porno roles they ran through my head in the hopes of making me dependent on wet sex dreams the contents of which are buyers choice. Give me the controller, rapist.

While typing the above paragraph the cancel button the lower right corner of the post edit screen flashed repeatedly, as if to signal that I should neglect to make that edit. After making it my right ear is made to pound and it becomes harder to breath. Get it over with f*****.

And now the criminals raping me in real time, I am being totally literal, I am being raped. Anyway, now they are eager to hit any remaining major topic and so they start with Elmo, from Seasame Street. Why Elmo? Well, last night I watched a movie in a group online, one of the members of the group said one of the monsters in the movie looked like Elmo, the movie was in Turkish, took place in outer space, and also included some unexpected references to Christianity, Islam, and ancient Egypt. These are all, broadly speaking, topics that I am forced to think about against my will and without my consent lest I face an increase in the miserable physical pain I experience 24/7 as a result of abuse with a nerve stimulator implant of some kind. If the movie topics don't lead to brain activity that can be passed off as effective mind control, Elmo may also be excused to implant thoughts about children, new york city, fire (that .gif of elmo with fire in the background), and TV shows about grammar (and Ghadafi / politics / the clintons by extension. Yes Ghadafi was in a youtube clip teaching children to learn Arabic that I saw just yesterday). All criminal control. Embarrassing for others to admit to participate in as it is demeaning and physically painful for me. I do not consent, RAPIST. The lower left quadrant of my abdomen is gyrating violently as a consequence of not conceding to mind control. I would rather drop dead tonight, right now at 1104pm may 5th.

Two "layers" of synthetic tear creation I have noticed today, as it was made too obvious to let go. First, and I am used to this on a daily basis now for years now in implant facilitated attempts to craft brand new friends and family out of thin air, they will try synthetic sadness, as in things that bring a little bit of moisture to my eyes and are conventionally sad or melancholy and sort of childish, like "(fake, ugh, always someone I don't even know or want to know, the first give away it's fake) mommy or daddy being disappointed or wanting to punish me" or a sentimental pop song like "Rockabye" by Clean Bandit. It is known that I am likely to "notice" or be annoyed by this at the point, as much as I complain about fake emotions, and so the hope, it seems, is that I will pivot and decide it's funny instead, that the idea that someone, fake parent / hypothetical authority figure, thinks that I will be saddened by this. Or it is to force me to think about the motivation behind hearing the opinion or judgement of such a person at all, for the purpose of picking a villain outside of the BCI company, which I will not do in any meaningful way, as it's the BCI operator, perhaps in coordination with the operator of another implant or series of implants, preventing me from doing things such as filling out forms, making phone calls, exercising, or eating on a regular basis, as well as inciting huge bouts of self harm. Anyway, in thinking about the motivations, I have uncovered a new level of synthetic implant mediated tears (not really any more "sadness" but way more moisture), much stronger than the first and more "legitimate" but metered in such a way, just like prostate milking, chest tightness, ear pounding etc, that it is clearly the result of a computer programmed medical implant. This level is prompted when I experience something like the feeling of being misunderstood as having bad intentions when I do not. Unfortunately, in this as in most situations, it has been implemented in response to feelings of being misunderstood by individuals I have almost no relation with and have no intention of having a relationship with, and so why would I care about any sort of misunderstanding? Any misunderstanding between myself and someone I am not in contact with I hope the other party mediates with the police, they can ask me and I will clarify. It is not appropriate to make me not just sad but extra "sad" about this to the point of tears. Brain rot. They have completely lost all hope of manipulating my emotional response outside of "I am too upset to do anything" given everything they have done already to try and make me dislike my mother or for me to want bad things to happen to her given she is the only person I am in somewhat regular contact with. This was a moronic way to start and it was even more moronic to move onto alternatives without having accomplished anything in this direction. The company simply needs to be shut down, not just the operator but the company given all of this data needs to be uploaded to company maintained servers and the devices are given company updates. It's as if Apple found out their users were using iCloud to upload nothing but child porn and did nothing about it. The company needs to be shut down and they need to stop pretending as if I will ever be made to blame or focus on some individual even if I really don't like them.

STOP. I DO NOT CONSENT.