Sunday, July 29, 2012

naughty or nice' eugenic testing (narrative neural networks)

so this babysitter's boyfriend?when did this happen when he was five years old,six?."

it happened to all of us.not you dear reader ..or you probably wouldn't be reading this.
I was not supposed to write this.
no .
I was expected to be alright with it
no not just that  but  respect it.

"why couldnt he be normal*..."Evan sighed


"like you.a man who volunteered to be the first intraneural interface liguist"

"

Evan had selected the wrong person to test intraneural interface upon

this one  had scored no points for intuitively KNOWING without KNOWING ..which stories ( and thus which links to chose ..)

 


  (1)   

http://memphisohio.blogspot.com/2014/08/compo-cola.html
   (2)
 
 


or (3)
http://mergenanobio.blogspot.com/
every thought reminded him of other thoughts.
evan decided  it was personality disorder not autism .And every disorder Evan concluded known to man kind


presumably the recipient of  Merge  Evan was mislead  to believe could be taught to think a New Way
if the New Way was introduced upon the subject
while this might have  worked face to face ...
(recognizing and overcoming ..Ritualized Trauma to induce Cue system of automatic response )
no...not over coming but knowing and not knowing a the same time
for if one loses their Imprints one is no good to anyone
and anybody told they were raised on CUES
first begins undoing their reactions ...that had always puzzled them
in spite of the HZs and signal over ride to trigger these mechanisms regardless....or that's what they assumed.
they wanted to try it on me
telling me about cues and traumatic abuse to set Imprints next to see if One who understands this might still be "over riden"

but a Proxy hates their
tether underneath all the fiddling around done to their emotions and perceptions
in a way I cannot explain



it was not working on any of the subjects..those they explained their "means of upbringings and means as a mechanism to test all matter of brain study from reverse brain engineering to threshold tests to see if direct energy aimed at their skull could "get the human organism' to hurt another r...or themselves
no cues needed..
between all this one ...is lost..one stops being able to work..
I suppose I chose to write ...to keep me ...going
to at least feel that the time passing ...time no longer my own...
as I do not exist.
I am only what they "make me"
at any give n time

I want them to make me dead.
to live like this...a semi conscious guinea pig...is to live as one of Jeff Dahmer's "pets"
to live as
pinnochio..
as Frankenstein without even the autonomy to respond to warmth of a girl picking flowers ..or have compassion to a blind man..
unless
unless one's tether allows for such
but after a time
all feeling ...becomes robotic..as one knows how fleeting and how synthetic emotion is now that one's mind is one's a puzzle

who only cared about the intrusion
of the interface and not so very much about the whys and wherefors  which kept changing and changing
a Mentor was to assume that he'd been contacted by an angel

or an alien

and that in time a simpatico relationship of some kind would be established

evan imagined initially jimbis would be the jimmy stewart to his simulation of a 6 ft rabbit that nobody sees or hears but him

it would all be so simple



“you forget evan,it wasn’t so rudimentary, save it for someone else”Sheila said downing another beer


"how would you like intraneuraling someone you are trying to help who thinks of you as either a nazi,a cult leader,and now I don't even know what.”

"this IS about role playing”she said

“This isn’t role playing.it’s as if he’s tapping into some far out world.Like some strange alternate reality”Evan snapped"



“the Cell meets Joan of Arc”Sheila mused

“enough with the movie references ,Evan harped.

“to you they read like stories,you forget he’s making implications about me,about Dome”

“it isn’t all about you Evan,he does have thoughts of his own”

“but who put these ideas in his head”

“the ideas will make great games.will make great procedurals, the scarier the better.You’re doing great work”

It’s sick..some secret society going all Boys from brazil on children to make them psychic or something is he trying to insinuate that Dome or Proxy or..”

“he’s probably not trying to insinuate anything .Maybe he’s just thinking.
Maybe he’s just rying to figure out what the fuck is going on.What in christ’s name did you expect him to do.?He’s not 8 years old talking to lady bugs”

*{ subversives who cannot be wrongly imprisoned or could be a potential leak, people who are causing problems
specific brain frequency for each: mood, action and thought. These catalogues of excitation potentials are available from neuro-medical research specialists,


Particular excitation potential, is then broadcast by pulse modulated microwave transmitter. This pulse modulated microwave beam has the ELF excitation potential frequency imprinted upon it. It was found that each behavioural set in humans had a distinctive frequency. There was one for: anger, suicide, hysteria, trauma, serial killing, paranoia, lust...etc. . Intelligence community personnel destroy the target's property, ruin their financial affairs spread vicious rumour, make sexual peccadilloes public knowledge .
The victim needed to be driven mad . as agents keep a log of the victim's behaviour to see if more intense 'treatment' is needed and as a guide , are routinely driven to commit suicide. having the excitation potential for suicide beamed into resets the brain into a cycle of depression that spirals out of control ending in suicide.
Behavioural reinforcement is used in a synergistic way with the "pattern" control. It was found that the effect of the microwave beams could be greatly enhanced by external reinforcement. }

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The mentor might establish early on that the individual is of great importance in the world

The mentor creates a realistic New beginning for the individual

A new narrative

An endless conversation begins involving the individual’s un awareness

The mentor convinces you that that your idea of reality has been deliberately altered

And what was done to you was also done for you



He might convince you that you have special powers

He knows your story

(what did you give me .what did I take.what was in that you ask. you ask and you stop asking)





The individual sense of self is tested

One’s lineage is questioned and challenged

“I don’t think you really know who your father is.”

“your father isn’t your father.”

I too travel between realities.It takes one to know one he might say



Your mentor might hug you ,hold you, cry for you

For all you have been through

You are part of a sociological experiement ..Didnt you always wonder why you felt different?

I am part of the Uncle Ernie Tribe too.


it's all very complicated.don't even think of going out that door.

you are with us or so much against us and we will literally drive you mad
now come here sit down and let me hold you
you were never hugged enough
I know I know
I am you and you are me
you will see how much

i don't feel good

the world is selfish with thoughts like that you must think of larger things.beyond good.beyond your individual feelings






they have ideas for intraneural interface that I did not understand until recently

it involves Immersives “”he says taking off his shirt .telling you to take off yours.and your shoes.Now lie down
don't think of going out that door.
do you understand

there is not that much of a difference between an Immersive and a Schizophrenic

you are an immersive

Immersives always come back

I had once thought that Immersives and Evolves were born that way

It has come to my understanding however that they were in fact crafted to become as they are

Immersives can lose themselves completely in other parts of their minds so completely

these type of children and young adults are of special interest to those in the communications field, especially concerning virtual reality

They are very useful t because they help map alternative thinking patterns that are

useful in the construction of “made up” worlds.Schizophrenics had been used in the past to create simulated “mindgrounds” but their patterns were too erratic.


You are special

He might convince you that you have special powers

He knows your story

.I am proud to be the first to know who you really are



.you are told you were born to take part in numerous tests to protect and serve

. he represents himself as official

membership to this specific “tribe”has been predetermined

He speaks of Uncle Ernie

He too had an uncle ernie



numerous tribes from Medieval times and before,through secret texts and sects through the ages had found the specific age to be 5 years old to welcome a mind into A New Way

to so devastate a growing mind so that it would be essentially bound and controlled for the rest of it’s life
(that was not done to me you say. that was not done to me you say)

what do you know
I can see
I see it

A Project called Uncle Ernie

A rite
 

A necessary crime ?

It was the only way to the new way

How else to craft a mind

To fine and brilliant points

It had been done since before time was recorded

It was the secret

To ceiling walking

The secret to touching the stars

Secret texts and sects through the ages had found the age of 5 to be the best

Age for one’s initial imprint

To open one’s mind to such an awakening and to brand the child to a state of full Immersion

The abuse enacted on the child is not only to cause a split of personality structure but also

Necessary to flatten affect enough that future handlers/commanders might recognize the child/man as an Immersed.

Immersives tend to grow up quite unable to take care of themselves

And must seek help from other Uncles throughout their lives

"uncles" knew

uncles sensed

They knew

A Rainy child

“had the look”



The monster under the bed and over it

These Uncles have inclinations such as the initial instigator of one’s Immersion

And the constant interaction and stimuli of the embedded trauma of abuse will instigate

A consistant need to be else where and otherworldly







That didn’t happen to me you say

It did he says

You don’t know anything


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Evan watched his monitor.



“fuck face is typing again. this time shit about presets and Uncle Ernie” Evan said into the phone,
“his “uncle Ernie” or PROJECT UNCLE ERNIE Cecil asked










Evan could sense the glee in his tone.As if Cecil didn’t know that just saying the word Uncle Ernie wouldn’t suddenly make him shrivel up. a and suddenly become 5 again

Remembering with shame his own “uncle”

His own “mentor”

He knew Cecil knew this

It was the point of it

It wasn’t about abuse .it was about what the abuse would trigger and do

It wasn’t only about shattering the mind just enuf for imprinting
It seemed to Evan as if it was done more for them
to have the ultimate device of belittlement. Of control

A group of Men raised Uncle Ernie Style




No one ever came right out and said it
But the summation seemed to be one either deals with it,shuts up about it or dies,either by their own hand or from others in the group who don’t want This specific Rite of passages known



Sensing what Evan was think Cecil changed his tone ,"It is sacred,it’s all beginning right now.The New Way,Intraneural interface,a new world.just for us and this little fucker wants to ruin it."

“I am not whole”Evan found himself saying

“oh good god what are you a fucking pussy now?who wants to be whole?the entire reason the entire point is be MORE..a whole thing is ONE thing
a divided thing is many things

“a broken thing you mean”

“I can’t believe I am hearing this from you.I cant believe you’re this much of a little wuss.

“what’s wrong Evan,do you smell baby powder?”

Evan hung up the phone imagining Cecil’s sick grin

He should go ahead and let Jayson write


Jayson was a turncoat

A traitor to the cause weather Evan understood or liked the cause

The cause paid his bills

All his friends were Uncle Ernied


Presumably it was to make them

Fearless

And cold and ruff and ready

To make them

Sparkling chips of splintered diamonds.

Now having not just one personality or soul or sensibility but hundreds of ways to perception

Hundreds more ways of seeing and hearing and feeling

Maybe one day it would be easier

maybe one day they could enact the same initial splintering witout an UncleErnie

maybe one day it could just be a neural upload to make them Immersive



Baby powder.

Evan smiled

Yeah all the “uncles” knew

It was like a ritual

A hazing

That’s how he had to think of it

If he wanted to think at all

And here was fuck face

Fucking JAYSON bringing it all up again

Doming was too good for the son of a bitch!


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Murals of celtic rites lined the hallways,framed parchment of anciet religious practice dominated the inner offices of Dome Enterprise .Some thought it quaint or quirky.Dome made turbines and microprocessors.They owned companies that made breakfast cereal . And now television and New Telemmersion.The New Way of seeing.and feeling
 

Cecil sat in a wheelchair where his big chair used to sit


his son and grandsons close to him
the rest of the shareholders and ass kissers further and further down down down .in descending order
besides Valeria head of Dome's communications department at the end of the table
,she always wore bright colors knowing that his 91 year old eyes could only focus on impact

a small red hand held button controlled a morphine drip ,next to him.
he pushed the button and again.till his nurse put her hand on his gently shaking her head "no,no more"

he liked watching them sitting around,waiting.
he knew they hated his reverie that they thought of him as nothing but an impediment to their desires to run things
.the right way


since his stroke he began carrying various totems and charms around his person including a plastic red blue and bright yellow half cat half man that used to come gratis in economy sized boxes of Dome Pine Ice Laundry Soap.he saw his son grimace with embarrassment watching the old man's knotted fingers caress the plastic figurine as if it it held magical properties

his son did not know that there was indeed magic before intraneural interface
brain computer interface or quantum mechanics
that there were real consequences to this new communication that wasn't just another app
that this virtual reality presumably so new . was developed and up and running
by whom
he didn't know
but according to his dreams and recently his waking state
it had been that way since Adam and Eve

who's to say the burning bush wasn't a hologram
oh how he wished Gary rainy was still alive to talk of such things without feeling like a god damn fool


their notions of power only involved money and prestige
.not of the true source of it.when he spoke of where it came from their eyes collectively glazed over.
Cecil didn't care if they lost a tankard or a field of crops as much as he cared that without the tankard or crops
there would be one less box,or can, or neon sign with the Dome Logo on it
the golden triple helix of Dome Industry
Gary Rainy and he had spend months finding just the right colors and imagery for the logo
his sons thought him ridiculous
they didnt know that the color .that the shape .that the INTENT behind the icon ,the Waves behind the Intent were vibrational
and thus alive in the VISUAL STREAM,in the ENWAY
not like art
but like totems
familiar flags to return to from dreams

but there was no room for magic or patterns in this room where eveyone was only looking for things grounded in appearances and earthly desires



they had gone the same places up there.in an/ on the same day the same "trip" in 1971 with four other "urban astronauts"
they met the same forces


he cleared his throat in the most disgusting way he could muster.
he watched the people around the table lean forward finally satisfied that he would begin
he deliberately paused and asked his nurse in a very slow manner to please fetch him a glass of water.
and than pretended to temporarily doze off.
keeping one ear open to hear any one even dare to make a groan
2 minutes later.after hearing enough impatient chair sliding and nervous paper rustling he began
water in hand

"My ancestors were mystics...",he saw his grandson roll his eyes knowing where this was going
':Grandfather .Don't," his grandson said

Cecil ignored him,and continued with his story.knowing everyone present had heard it a thousand times over.They thought him delusional,his visions and knowing did not correspond to their notion of business.In visions he had experienced while traveling through India with Gary Rainy it even occurred to him that his blood might even have been alien in nature.he saw visions of an extraterrestrial nature quote unquote spacemen in 1957 again with Gary Rainy on the plains of Northern Greenland.Rainy helped him tap parts of his reptilian brain during the long summer nights in their private camp near Big Sur.

Cecil claimed that he had visions and was told that it was his ancestors that had decided to name all matter of plants and animals.
whether or not all this was simply hallucinary did not matter because it's the visions themselves that cause changes in the brain .the brain and it's waves and stream moving silently and invisibly through the ENWAY

he had lost track if he was speaking or thinking
he looked around the table
his 60 year old son fiddling with a little white phone not caring a whit as to what he was trying to say
more concerned about profits and soybean prices.
he saw Cecil's tinkering about with grey haired pseudo scientists in frumpy suits and dirty t shirts
as signs of his degeneration
and chastised him in front of CEOs about another 3 million thrown away on some Spider man particle accelerator
that some pot smoking former MIT drop outs were working on in gutted out warehouses .
his grandson only thought of the waste of his inheritance as more an more of Dome's funds were geared toward things that had nothing whatsoever to do with profit margins or THINGS
there was no money in what Cecil had in mind.
He had even begun to lose interest in the one thing they had all agreed concerned brain sciences AND financial gain.Intraneural communications.
there really was no mind that cecil wanted to read.


already his 91 year old mind had been audited and sequenced
besides intraneural interface which Cecil had concluded was of limited value
there were things gained from Brain Computer Interface procedure that were inconceivable had he and his constituents not have conceived them years ago
when he was young
younger and more vicious in his thinking
he imagined the future of not just intraneural communications but of something larger.staring up at the clouds out side of Stanford's neuroscience building
computers were still as big as houses but with Gary Rainy ,at that moment with talk of satellites and Sputnik it felt that people's minds were as big as castles
and it was simply a matter of one catching up to the other
Gary Rainy dreamed of systems of sociology and the restructure of society to compatible with mechanized thought
while Cecil dreamed of the days Brain Computer Interface
and the endless possibilities of both mind expansion and eventual immortality
as the clouds rolled by he decided when he reached old age he would not want his mind and it's holdings downloaded into just one person
but several people but en mass.
a whole new world
based on one person's outlook and learnings.
His.

"would you read a dog's thoughts?"i mean if you read a dogs thoughts all day would it be the same as having or loving a dog.or would you end up hating the dog.I mean if you put an intraneural headset on a dog and could read their actions or see the world through their eyes?"Sheila asked


Evan rarely drank or went out with people from work

and now he remembered why

"really Sheila,can we turn it off ,for one second?"Evan rainy said

"Drew can't Timothy can't.."Sheila said referring to the "participants" tagged with Merge technology

"they shouldn't be able to 'turn it off" they  need to be monitored,they're dangerous,"Evan said..wishing for a moment he could" lotion up Sheila" and teach her a thing or to about respect and contention

"dangerous?" Sheila said ordering a beer"timothy can barely tie his shoes"

a male whore named Timothy
had agreed to be "merged" with a mentor
who wanted to see if they could
make him straight with Co Conscious Direct neural interface
and eventually
Timothy's mentors went a bit too far
with a specific lesson
via Immersive 5 sense over ride convincing timothy that
demons had taken over his body
to get "the gay out"

so frightening was the rendition
that timothy
banged his head so hard
on a wall to make 'the voices' stop
he caused
his own concussion



"we can't quite figure out what they are specifically thinking Evan said 
"or what they are doing.. at first Feiger thought he was watching a tv show ,Evan looked round the bar and whispered" ..timothy's outburst was timothy making progress...was Timothy deciding he wanted to change....it was a step "away" from perversion....this is after all an experimental procedure"

"Mental being the key word here.you're becoming more and more withdrawn.more and more like THEM."



" this J..
this cocksucker
this meth freak
he won't cover it up.we can get him disorganized,and aggressive for about 20 minutes..but he refuses to follow through'"


"why should he follow through."

"to cover it up"

"he is the cover up"she sipped her beer,"as if anyone would believe it,lighten up"

"You don't know what it's like.you don't get it"

"i picture it thought.I do work there you know.I picture" being john malkovich" meets "avatar "or something.and that movie with that actor from west side story.,"she said snapping her fingers

Evan was looking at her.he was staring into his beer.Like one one of them.like a zombie.

"Brainstorm "she said ,too loud,remembering

Evan freaked literally covering her mouth with his hand,"are you crazy?" he whispered







it was draining work
it had driven several readers literally mad
it was one thing to read brainwaves as data on a screen
but quite another to put on the headset and go "inside"
when Evan volunteered for this
he expected a few minor jags
but certainly not this









" little ingrate! shit" he shouted,slamming down his beer

Sheila was used to this Evan still responding to J
even when he took off "the thinking cap"
from day one it "was who is this realllllly
this isnt an angel this isnt an alien," Evan said, as always mimicking J's speaking voice and intraneural verbalizationa

J's trance like stare was beginning to concern Merge ProxyCyber
Evan's ward
(J) had begun doing strange things on the street to bring attention to himself.
even carrying around a puppet on his hand

"he just looks crazy,like any other nutcase,don't worry so much"


it showed.and he was his responsibility
if he kept up the staring he would have to be "read a story"
everyone knew what that meant

Evan didnt know what to think anymore
Merge (previously called Dome)'s proposition was hands off.
the only hands on help that J would get dealing with his circumstances would be around his neck
J had been warned
and here he was snapping at Sheila for saying the name of a god damned movie when Beanbag was walking down the street with a fucking puppet on his hand
oh yeah and typing his nasty version about the entire clusterfuck
online
there was something both infantile and aggressively primal about the entire process that Evan could not explain
 
also something so boring

the boredom Evan once told a fellow "mandlers' is what cause some mentors
to get their proxy in all sorts
of hot water...

there was nothing worse than being in another's head
when that head was
idle
or
introspective

ACTION
was what Neuronautics was all about...
Action and attainment of experiences....

if not for the Proxy than for the mentors
whose job it was
to
steer the troublesome toward enlightenment..

but most mentors admitted.
they just
wanted their Prox to
be
Heightened
enough
so they could

feel removed from
the
co conscious
sense that ,it was somehow wrong
to use this  rather intrusive tool to begin with 

Evan himself felt like banging his head against a wall
for a Mandler to dwell on "Mandling"
with this kind of
sentimentality
was
often what lead to many a  mentor's breakdown

and their
derision from  the New way of
Neuronautics
Evan felt like a coach
working with spastic or something
lately ever single thing j did was wrong
he couldnt even take a shower correctly according to Evan



"I mean if some entity .i dont care where it came from came into your life .wouldnt you just enjoy it.accept it.appreciate it.keep it to yourself?"Evan said,slurring his words,now on his 4th beer
""
"what did you expect Evan..."she asked
"I expected what we shown when they asked for volunteers...the point of view of someone going down on a bob sled,or a rollercoaster"
"so j was supposed to spend his life on some roller coaster or bobsled?
how long does a roller coaster ride last?"
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j was raised
 for Merge
 
his entire childhood scripted..allotted
 
and sequenced
toward imprint and associations..
 
to keep J busy
...to keep J.,.warehoused...
and on pause
...
 
it was decided
 
that certain keynote impediments would necessarily be made
to render J's psyche
injured to such an extent
that J
could not
ruin the presets...involved
in the task
of ...
"Stylized Living"
 
the jettison of all adult capabilities. Ethics and efficacy
had their perks
 
as
placed friends
were always willing to lead J astray
 
 Donkey Boys they were called..
who would lead
  the little puppet of a man ...down and down
   the rabbit hole
 
reverse brain engineering required
a map
and Situationals provided
J's Mandlers
a rigid guided timeline of
ritualized existence
 
 
 
 
a program
created in the mid 60's
to create "the Referential Man"
and for this reason and this reason alone
Merge could not ''kill him off"
 
at least not quite yet..

Friday, July 27, 2012


48,000$ a year

 she could have been making at least twice that at IBM which was also experimenting with new surveillance techniques. Flying every 3 days to  St Louis or Indianapolis, or larger airports in the same mid west time zone to do her slide or power point presentations in over decorated,underlit  banquet halls in mid priced “luxury “ hotels nearby. Bright red chairs all in a row.Yawns and coughs as the  lectures reached mid point.This was not what she signed up for when she had set out to be in on the new frontier of computer communication systems.



The projected  slide behind her was upside down.she made a gesture with her index finger and her assistant skipped to the next image. A generic photograph of a bustling airport..people in line.waiting.the next slide showed cameras. and the next a control room with close ups of various faces on monitors Parasol was an innovator  of interpretive software that read both expressions and facial cues. Parasol also made the new Scanning equipment that was easier to use and much cheaper than facial recognition. Parasol scanned and interpreted  the actual brain waves of passengers .

.It was the latest strategy for safe travel  

, BUT”don’t ever call it Mind Reading .” her bosses had said. “it just sounds bad.Call it Neural scanning. But This was easier said than done. for there was always some softhearted liberal in the crowd  with their hand held especially high…

“now about this mind reading equipment”

“we call it neural scanning she would say”

  Inevitably they would bring up things like  civil liberties. How or why such persons had jobs in surveillance was beyond her.

Sometimes she believed they just liked challenging her “Yes yes,”she would smile , of course there were ethical considerations concerning brain scans adding that they were   currently in the grey zone  of such concerns  as the innovations that Parasol Products was   making toward  safer travel and a safer world   were ahead  of current  legalities.

A  9 minute scan could adequately sum up an individuals mind set concerning intent.A nine minute reading of one’s inner monologue while intrusive insured safety in the airways.If one didn’t want to “be read” she might tell the provocateur than maybe one might best just “ take the train “.A  remark that usually put the pundit in their place and usually initiated  A satisfying burst of giggles from the would be buyers



She would than explain ,as best she could how the machine worked.

How one’s brain waves could be scanned ,it’s very much like an EGG or an MRI machine,very safe.There are also advancement using sound waves .

The part of  brain that regulates verbal speech produces very specific patterns that can be recognized and than decoded.





Although ceiling mounted systems were the preferred method of recognizance  for demonstration purposes Brenda carried a  hand held unit  that got smaller every four months.Brenda preferred the initial design of the device when it was larger and more formidable when.Now it looked like something like a sex toy.or a wand.it came in a bright blue plastic container with the words Parasol on the outside.but she kept hers in a burgundy Coach bag that seemed as if it were  specifically designed for the instrument. The instrument she waited until the 45 minute mark in her pitch to show to the merchants.

She felt like a magician at a children’s party doing magic tricks waving her hand held Premise

Can I have a volunteer?

Sometimes it would take some prodding.
But inevitably someone would step forward
After a bit of tinkering with some mechanics she would point the device at the volunteer’s head
And begin a read
There was not enough time for a typical 9 minute read
To actually establish one’s “premise”
But a 3 minute read  for demonstration purposes could clearly show a “thumbprint” of the volunteer’s mind
Often the volunteer was nervous
This nervousness could be taken for a HIDE
But the software was advanced enough to  separate apprehension from subversion.


Sentences and random words appeared on Brenda’s screen
The thoughts were usually  boring.
Unfinished
Sometimes cyclical .

 usually the thoughts were quite fitting ,fleeing or frivolous
“I have to pee. I have to pee”
“It’s hot in here.”

“I wonder what Mary;s doing right now?”
 "I wonder if  the machine knows I”m not wearing any underwear.”

"Why did I volunteer”

Beth never announced the random bits of thought she read on her screen

Nor did she mention that Parasol was working on a subtler read that  also could  render  imagery of thought.For instance seeing the volunteer  as he saw himself without underwear

Nor did she mention that Parasol was also working on a variance of the device that could emit   thoughts  and imagery to the individual.
Sort of “mind reading’ in reverse

"Did I do ok “ the volunteer would inevitably ask

“yes” she would say sharing the words on her private screen with the subject which would often make them  blush.Or appear stupefied upon see their interior thoughts on screen



The crowd seeing this blush and amazement from the volunteer would suddenly come to life.no more drifting off or yawning

replaced by  a wave of “ can I see can I see”  Referring to the screen of recorded thoughts of the volunteer.

And the volunteer,no longer embarrassed but proud to be part  of “the impossible”made possible usually said yes.Read my thoughts

At which time the large overhead screen would fill with a  transcript of recorded thinking

Only once did the volunteer say no.you may not share .virtually destroying her entire presentation.






 
“can I get another volunteer?” she asked the audience.Thinking of the rabbit .Of Jayson .Of Merge.
She looked around the room.There were always fewer hands up the second time around.She could have sworn for a second she had seen Jayson.But it was fleeting.Know what i mean jellybean?


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