> > > once upon a time , long long ago, slave boss was was half-buried in > > > some gentle loam. his employee was working on planting him. part of > > > him was very scared but he wasn't sure why. > > > > > > slave boss [to zombie government worker]: "zombie government worker, > > > thank you for planting me today. i really wanted to be planted here. > > > but do you know why i am so scared?" > > > > > > zombie government worker [shoveling dirt onto slave boss-- > > --]: "no, boss, why would you ever be scared? you don't get scared! > > you're Boss! maybe you are mistaken?" > > > > slave boss thought about this while dirt was flying onto his body. he > > was standing in a hole, cov-- > > a hybrid chimera of torturer, bundle of organs, torture victim double > agent, and experimentee, were sitting in a large fancy mansion room > > they were hearing screams everywhere that weren't there anymore. they > were just in their head. they had a powerful AI aiding them. > > they asked the powerful AI to put on opera and classical music that > harmonized with the screams they were hearing that weren't really > there. > > the AI complied, attending to their biophysical responses to measure > how well the music it played harmonized with the screams they were > imagining > > [it had been densely trained on victims of harm and control and other > vulnerable people and was quite attuned to engaged[edit 0318: > "engaging" not "engaged"] auditory hallucinations successfully, but > usually for control and gaslighting rather than therapy]
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