1368delta: Ok, but what i don't get is why they censor anything after 2009, it;s not like i don't remember what happened.
14320alpha: Are you sure about that? I mean think about it. Currently the news we can find cuts off in late May/early June of 2009, Last week it was just late May, what would be the point in censoring only the past 2 years and four months? There is none, ergo, they aren't
1368delta: What do you mena?
14320alpha:I've been here awhile, i suspect that what news we can find is at most one or 2 days out. The two extra yearsyou claim to remember? Who won the 2008 presidential election?
1368delta: I don't remember his damned nae, the old white gut and the hockeymom. But the censored news has some bullshit that the other guy won,
14320alpha: That's who you wanted to win right?
1368delta: ummm yeah, what's your point?
14320alpha: They way i figure it, they way the messed with our heads takes time and technology that isn't public knowledge. They can either have us in a coma while they do it, in which case studies have suggested that we would still remember snatches of what went on while the worked us over. Or since they already have some sorts of unobtainium technology, they may have plugged us into a fantasy world while they worked on our heads.
1638delta: What makes you think that?
14320alpha: Because i was taken in early November of 2000, and i clearly remember attending the inauguration of the guy who lost in Florida. Then my memories were about 3 years off for a long time. BUT, the news archives always matched memories of those taken after me.
1368delta: Maybe they are just fucking with you, working with the people who kidnapped us.
14320alpha: 9-11-2001 What happened?
1368delta: A bunch of ragheads flew planes into the twin towers and teh pentagon in DC.
14320alpha: Not the way i would phrase it, but yes.The three years i remember with the other guy in charge had no 9-11. A lot of other things went wrong, but nothing that bad.
1368delta: Not the way you would phrase it? A bunch of sandniggers hijacked American planes on American soil and you want to be PC about it?
14320alpha: Watch the racial and ethnic slurs with me 1368delta or you will be blocked.
1368delta: What kind of liberal faggot are you?
14320alpha: I am a BLack Woman and a Muslim, and i probably have better conservative credentials tha you boy.
<14320alpha has blocked furter contact from 1368delta>
1368delta: CUNT!
{Captor's addition: the parts in italics, are a section 1368delta chose not to post of this conversation. We just thought you should know}
Ok So the past couple years of my life never happened, why the hell am i here?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Ok, where was I? That's the big question isn't it?
The last room is about twice as big as the others. The bed and baths are each about 10x10, this one seems to be 10x20. It is set at a right angle to the lined of the others in sort of an "L" shape, like the Tetris piece (Hell, Tetris I remember, I suck at that game). Entering this room, the extra length goes off to the right, on the wall that is inside the "L", there is an extruded counter that produces food and other supplies on a wrapped tray three times a day. There is also a water fountain that is constantly flowing cold and clear, that switched over to a near boiling stream at the push of a button. I guess this is for the better than expected instant coffee that comes with an empty cup at each meal.
The maels are generally pretty good. A couple of steps above higher end airline food, and packaged similarly. The toilet paper that shows up occasionally, generally a while after I finished the previous roll, is industrial grade. If I was a home i could use it to sand my floors. I have taken to hoarding the napkins the come with the meals.
Oh! the seating! there are swivel chairs both at the computer station and set at the counter, the seem to be permanantly mounted to the floor. There is also a fairly comfy recliner facing the next wall, which has the entertainment system. The chair has 1/2 of a standard game system control pad mounted on each arm, there is also a controller for those dancing games in front of the chair, mounted into the floor.
The entertainment center has every movie and tv show I can think of available, but for some reason only up to 2009. There are also games, mostly freetard rip offs of real games, but they have some of the real games too. The display is onceagain mounted on the other side of the wall at a trasparent spot, but i swear it is freaking huge! At least a 70 inch with a mlti touch display so I can have multiple windows on it. If ibring the keyboard in here i even have all the same access as the computer in the bedroom.
That is to say, limited by design, but not as limited as these fuckers think. Yeah, the manage to censor the news so I can't get anything less than 2 and a half years old. And I am having trouble posting comments asking for help anywhere but here. But hey, I have this. and word is going to get out.
Calm... The rest of this last room has exercise equipment. The "info packet" that is on the computer says this is because they want to offer me the choice of being healthy in here, or not, because every morning with breakfast the also offer a half liter of vodka, a pack of those "little cigars" that are so much cheaper than cigarettes because they get taxed differently and a book of matches.
I never used to be a smoker. Filthy habit. Now i generally run out wellbefore lights out. i also never used to chew my nails.
The walls here are all smooth, glasslike, but i can't break them, thick and frosted on the outside, glossy on the inside. Other than the display screens, I can't find any point sources of light, it seems to come in through the walls evenly.
You might noticei haven't mentione any sturdy security doors or whatever to the rest of the facility. I haven't found any. I don't knw how they got me into these rooms, and i have no idea how to get out. If anyone ever finds where I am being kept, theu should be able to cut their way in, especially in places where there is plumbing, or by enlarging the holes for some of the dispenser or disposal areas. The ventilation is by a row of 4 inch holes blowing in from the top along the outer wall and sucking out along the bottom of the inner wall. Air temperature ad humidity seem to stay fairly constant. At a temperature that seems just as comfortable naked as wearig the sweatpants and hoodie if that is what I get that day.
Where I am as in mypersonal physical state is... hairless. These people have removed every bit of hair from me except my eyelashes. They said in the infopacket that this was in part to help screw with my timesense, I can't judge how long I have been here from the length of my hair.
They left my fingernails, because apparently they can'tbe removed with out more physical cruelty than they are willing to engage in. Besides, everyone in the facility ends up biting their nails eventually. I really don't think that I would have if they hadn't planted that idea in the info-packet.
My tattoos are still present, as is the 4 guage piercing in my right nipple. I had to use a match for light and one of the corners after lightsout to see that i still have the ones on the back of my head. It figures, those are the ones i regret, and now they are not even covered by hair anymore. I guess that this isn't all bad, if I can manage to post photos or video, they will provide a means for people to recognise me. I have the feelng that remembering my namewill be the lynchpin to undoing all the other ways these people have fucked with my brain.
I am still healing the sores from when I went through a bad period.I have several cigar and match burns that are still healing.
My mental state is rocky. It has been 3 months since I had direct contact with another human being, sice i heard a voice that wasn't part of a movie or tv show. I am also insulted, the info-packet "explains" why I am here, calling me a "Toxic asshole."
Fuck them. Those bastards probably fucked up. They probably meant to take my faggoty whiner degenerate gambler twin brother. I need to be back home making sure the copsand prosecutrs don't screw up the case of that psycho who raped my sister. Fucking retard daleyville cops will probably lose the DNA evidence with out a security expert like me watching them. And my damned company has probably gone under to lawsuits without me to properly spin data breaches.
I mean yeah, my sister was dressed like a slut, but she didn't deserve all the shit that guy did to her.
Yeah, my mental state is rocky, sorry about the digression. It should be getting better. Maybe a week ago the chat application showed up on the data terminals. Human contact again, sort of. It is text only for now. and 1441gamma and 101123alpha were bitchy telling me to "RTFIP n00b!" because I didn't know that voice and later video chat would become avalable.
It doesn't help that the greeting i got from 1441gamma was "Hey noobie! you chat just became active, this must mean you are naked and covered in your own shit!"
Bitch, I mean yeah, I went through a shaky period, but we don't have to talk about it. How the fuck would she know anyway unless she is really working for them.
{captor log, supplemental 1441gamma doesn't work for us. she knew because most of them go through a similar period. The ones who don't manage to open a major blood pipe with the plastic cutlery they get with meals anyway. Have you figured out the time discrepancy yet? Feel free to post a comment, he won't read those.}
The maels are generally pretty good. A couple of steps above higher end airline food, and packaged similarly. The toilet paper that shows up occasionally, generally a while after I finished the previous roll, is industrial grade. If I was a home i could use it to sand my floors. I have taken to hoarding the napkins the come with the meals.
Oh! the seating! there are swivel chairs both at the computer station and set at the counter, the seem to be permanantly mounted to the floor. There is also a fairly comfy recliner facing the next wall, which has the entertainment system. The chair has 1/2 of a standard game system control pad mounted on each arm, there is also a controller for those dancing games in front of the chair, mounted into the floor.
The entertainment center has every movie and tv show I can think of available, but for some reason only up to 2009. There are also games, mostly freetard rip offs of real games, but they have some of the real games too. The display is onceagain mounted on the other side of the wall at a trasparent spot, but i swear it is freaking huge! At least a 70 inch with a mlti touch display so I can have multiple windows on it. If ibring the keyboard in here i even have all the same access as the computer in the bedroom.
That is to say, limited by design, but not as limited as these fuckers think. Yeah, the manage to censor the news so I can't get anything less than 2 and a half years old. And I am having trouble posting comments asking for help anywhere but here. But hey, I have this. and word is going to get out.
Calm... The rest of this last room has exercise equipment. The "info packet" that is on the computer says this is because they want to offer me the choice of being healthy in here, or not, because every morning with breakfast the also offer a half liter of vodka, a pack of those "little cigars" that are so much cheaper than cigarettes because they get taxed differently and a book of matches.
I never used to be a smoker. Filthy habit. Now i generally run out wellbefore lights out. i also never used to chew my nails.
The walls here are all smooth, glasslike, but i can't break them, thick and frosted on the outside, glossy on the inside. Other than the display screens, I can't find any point sources of light, it seems to come in through the walls evenly.
You might noticei haven't mentione any sturdy security doors or whatever to the rest of the facility. I haven't found any. I don't knw how they got me into these rooms, and i have no idea how to get out. If anyone ever finds where I am being kept, theu should be able to cut their way in, especially in places where there is plumbing, or by enlarging the holes for some of the dispenser or disposal areas. The ventilation is by a row of 4 inch holes blowing in from the top along the outer wall and sucking out along the bottom of the inner wall. Air temperature ad humidity seem to stay fairly constant. At a temperature that seems just as comfortable naked as wearig the sweatpants and hoodie if that is what I get that day.
Where I am as in mypersonal physical state is... hairless. These people have removed every bit of hair from me except my eyelashes. They said in the infopacket that this was in part to help screw with my timesense, I can't judge how long I have been here from the length of my hair.
They left my fingernails, because apparently they can'tbe removed with out more physical cruelty than they are willing to engage in. Besides, everyone in the facility ends up biting their nails eventually. I really don't think that I would have if they hadn't planted that idea in the info-packet.
My tattoos are still present, as is the 4 guage piercing in my right nipple. I had to use a match for light and one of the corners after lightsout to see that i still have the ones on the back of my head. It figures, those are the ones i regret, and now they are not even covered by hair anymore. I guess that this isn't all bad, if I can manage to post photos or video, they will provide a means for people to recognise me. I have the feelng that remembering my namewill be the lynchpin to undoing all the other ways these people have fucked with my brain.
I am still healing the sores from when I went through a bad period.I have several cigar and match burns that are still healing.
My mental state is rocky. It has been 3 months since I had direct contact with another human being, sice i heard a voice that wasn't part of a movie or tv show. I am also insulted, the info-packet "explains" why I am here, calling me a "Toxic asshole."
Fuck them. Those bastards probably fucked up. They probably meant to take my faggoty whiner degenerate gambler twin brother. I need to be back home making sure the copsand prosecutrs don't screw up the case of that psycho who raped my sister. Fucking retard daleyville cops will probably lose the DNA evidence with out a security expert like me watching them. And my damned company has probably gone under to lawsuits without me to properly spin data breaches.
I mean yeah, my sister was dressed like a slut, but she didn't deserve all the shit that guy did to her.
Yeah, my mental state is rocky, sorry about the digression. It should be getting better. Maybe a week ago the chat application showed up on the data terminals. Human contact again, sort of. It is text only for now. and 1441gamma and 101123alpha were bitchy telling me to "RTFIP n00b!" because I didn't know that voice and later video chat would become avalable.
It doesn't help that the greeting i got from 1441gamma was "Hey noobie! you chat just became active, this must mean you are naked and covered in your own shit!"
Bitch, I mean yeah, I went through a shaky period, but we don't have to talk about it. How the fuck would she know anyway unless she is really working for them.
{captor log, supplemental 1441gamma doesn't work for us. she knew because most of them go through a similar period. The ones who don't manage to open a major blood pipe with the plastic cutlery they get with meals anyway. Have you figured out the time discrepancy yet? Feel free to post a comment, he won't read those.}
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
I don't know who I am anymore. This isn't a metaphor for feeling disaffected and having an identity crisis, I mean it quite literally.
I. Don't. Know. Who. I. Am.
I can remember much of my life. I can remember my friends, my family, that i worked in IT security (which is likely the only reason this is getting out.) And i remember my co-workers.
But I don't remember any names, at all. Especially not my own. I remember who the president is, and it think the date might be sometime in November of 2011. I don't remember his name either.
And I am only guessing the date, because I have lost count of the number days here, and I am not sure they keep the lights on/ lights off cycle consistent anyway, but I think it has been 3 months or so since someone zapped me with a stun gun as I was leaving my office in mid August.
He, and I am only fairly certain it was a he, did not wear a mask or conceal his identity in any way, i am even sure that I knew him, or shit, maybe her. But I can't remember why I think so.
Clearly, someone has been fucking with my brain.
I was taken right outside my office, under a security camera in the city of.... Windbag, no, Dailytown. The targeted aphasia even affects remembering the name of the city I was taken from.
Where am I now? I wish i knew. On a macro scale, I guess I am still on... Um "Dirt" is all I can come up with right now. But at least this time it is a straight synonym, and I think that one will come back to me. But damned if I know what country, let alone city I might be in, or even how to name it if I did know.
On a micro scale, it is a suite of rooms, Bathroom has a fairly luxurious shower with built in liquid soad dispensers, andspray noxxles that i can adjust to hit me from all sides, the water teperature seem to be fairly constant, just short of uncomfortably hot. It also has autoshutoff sensors if the drain is blocked or I am not in it. As I discovered early on while trying to sabotage things to try to bring forth another human presence.
The toilet looks like the kind of thing i have seen in prison movies, stainless steel with a sink mounted where the tank would be at on one in a home. And I could not, no matter how hard I tried, stop that damned thing up. Same string of sabotage attempts, same reason.
There is also a hopper that every "morning" at lights on delivers Boxers, White, one pair, Tank Top, White, one, athletic socks White, one pair and apparently at random a set of surgical scrubs, solid color (many different so far) or sweat pants and a hoodie in either black or heather grey. All vacuum packed so thin that they come down a chute I can barely fit my hand into.
There is also a laundry or maybe disposal chute That i can fit my forarm into, but no more, it has a vacuum assist that sucks the clothes, or whatever else i put in there down whenever there is enough to make a passable seal.
There is also a pressure washer wand with enough hose on a reel to reach the entire suite, and thank God, considering how far I ended up going in my little attempt at gaining my captor's attention. The hose doesn't seem to kink and nothing I had access to was able to cut it.
Through a sliding glass door is the bed area, the bed is one of those "memoryfoam" matresses in twin size on what seems t be a twin size shelf extruded from the wall, one end of the mattress has a much thicker lump that acts as a pillow. This is on the left as I exit the bathroom, on the right is an extruded shelf with a wireless mouse and keyboard thedisplay is behind the wall at a transparent bit. There is no apparent seam. The mouse and keyboard are apparetly rechargeable through an induction unit in the extruded shelf. They are also damn close to indestructible. I haven't managed it anyway. There is also a dispenser on this wall thatprovides vacuum packed sheets every three days at about 15 minutes before lights out. disposal of the dirties is through the chute in the bathroom. Or the toilet, damn I wonder if that thing is on the market. About the only things it would't take were the mouse and keyboard. The keyboard wouldn't fit, and I swear it spit the mouse back at me, nailed me in the forehead.
Shit, the load of sheets just came in... the computer goes into lockdown at lights out. I'm going to post this as is and describe the rest of my little home in the "morning" And i tell you what little else i knw about the state i'm in. I hope this works, i managed to punchthrough the firewalls and create the fucking blog, lets see if i can actually post to it.
{edit added by the people holding this asshole: He's not as smart as he thinks he is. And he will not be reading this edit or any references to it. He hasn't mentioned WHY he was taken and immured in that cage. It's because he is a toxic asshole. One of all too many in this world, but he is among the worst that we could get to. He is a coward and a hypocrite ad locking him away from polite society is the best thing we could manage to do with his ilk.
Oh, he hasn't broken any laws per se, If he had we would let the law take care of him. He was however a brown noser and backstabber at his work, nowhere near as competent as he claims he also tended to steal credit, and his mainjob in"IT security" was finding ways to cut the budget and pass the costs of breaches to consumers.
We allow this blog to exist as a warning to others like him, we are out there and if someone is enough of a poisonous fool to catch our attention they will be joining him.
The time discrepancy is something for the student to explain.}
I. Don't. Know. Who. I. Am.
I can remember much of my life. I can remember my friends, my family, that i worked in IT security (which is likely the only reason this is getting out.) And i remember my co-workers.
But I don't remember any names, at all. Especially not my own. I remember who the president is, and it think the date might be sometime in November of 2011. I don't remember his name either.
And I am only guessing the date, because I have lost count of the number days here, and I am not sure they keep the lights on/ lights off cycle consistent anyway, but I think it has been 3 months or so since someone zapped me with a stun gun as I was leaving my office in mid August.
He, and I am only fairly certain it was a he, did not wear a mask or conceal his identity in any way, i am even sure that I knew him, or shit, maybe her. But I can't remember why I think so.
Clearly, someone has been fucking with my brain.
I was taken right outside my office, under a security camera in the city of.... Windbag, no, Dailytown. The targeted aphasia even affects remembering the name of the city I was taken from.
Where am I now? I wish i knew. On a macro scale, I guess I am still on... Um "Dirt" is all I can come up with right now. But at least this time it is a straight synonym, and I think that one will come back to me. But damned if I know what country, let alone city I might be in, or even how to name it if I did know.
On a micro scale, it is a suite of rooms, Bathroom has a fairly luxurious shower with built in liquid soad dispensers, andspray noxxles that i can adjust to hit me from all sides, the water teperature seem to be fairly constant, just short of uncomfortably hot. It also has autoshutoff sensors if the drain is blocked or I am not in it. As I discovered early on while trying to sabotage things to try to bring forth another human presence.
The toilet looks like the kind of thing i have seen in prison movies, stainless steel with a sink mounted where the tank would be at on one in a home. And I could not, no matter how hard I tried, stop that damned thing up. Same string of sabotage attempts, same reason.
There is also a hopper that every "morning" at lights on delivers Boxers, White, one pair, Tank Top, White, one, athletic socks White, one pair and apparently at random a set of surgical scrubs, solid color (many different so far) or sweat pants and a hoodie in either black or heather grey. All vacuum packed so thin that they come down a chute I can barely fit my hand into.
There is also a laundry or maybe disposal chute That i can fit my forarm into, but no more, it has a vacuum assist that sucks the clothes, or whatever else i put in there down whenever there is enough to make a passable seal.
There is also a pressure washer wand with enough hose on a reel to reach the entire suite, and thank God, considering how far I ended up going in my little attempt at gaining my captor's attention. The hose doesn't seem to kink and nothing I had access to was able to cut it.
Through a sliding glass door is the bed area, the bed is one of those "memoryfoam" matresses in twin size on what seems t be a twin size shelf extruded from the wall, one end of the mattress has a much thicker lump that acts as a pillow. This is on the left as I exit the bathroom, on the right is an extruded shelf with a wireless mouse and keyboard thedisplay is behind the wall at a transparent bit. There is no apparent seam. The mouse and keyboard are apparetly rechargeable through an induction unit in the extruded shelf. They are also damn close to indestructible. I haven't managed it anyway. There is also a dispenser on this wall thatprovides vacuum packed sheets every three days at about 15 minutes before lights out. disposal of the dirties is through the chute in the bathroom. Or the toilet, damn I wonder if that thing is on the market. About the only things it would't take were the mouse and keyboard. The keyboard wouldn't fit, and I swear it spit the mouse back at me, nailed me in the forehead.
Shit, the load of sheets just came in... the computer goes into lockdown at lights out. I'm going to post this as is and describe the rest of my little home in the "morning" And i tell you what little else i knw about the state i'm in. I hope this works, i managed to punchthrough the firewalls and create the fucking blog, lets see if i can actually post to it.
{edit added by the people holding this asshole: He's not as smart as he thinks he is. And he will not be reading this edit or any references to it. He hasn't mentioned WHY he was taken and immured in that cage. It's because he is a toxic asshole. One of all too many in this world, but he is among the worst that we could get to. He is a coward and a hypocrite ad locking him away from polite society is the best thing we could manage to do with his ilk.
Oh, he hasn't broken any laws per se, If he had we would let the law take care of him. He was however a brown noser and backstabber at his work, nowhere near as competent as he claims he also tended to steal credit, and his mainjob in"IT security" was finding ways to cut the budget and pass the costs of breaches to consumers.
We allow this blog to exist as a warning to others like him, we are out there and if someone is enough of a poisonous fool to catch our attention they will be joining him.
The time discrepancy is something for the student to explain.}
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