> > 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]
