Re: Obsession and Research Directions

Time for some sci-fi writing.

Once upon a time, in a parallel universe, there was a place called the U.S.A. The United States Of Animosity.

There were a number of control mechanisms put into place to control the populace, to render them, by and large, unable to resist a Huge Change in their reality/realities that was undertaken.

They were not informed.

Besides the use of semantics to control, the use of 60 cycle hum in combination with television and radio... and subliminals, there were other things in the mix.

It was known, by attaching electrodes into the brains of monkeys, that particular responses could be triggered through electromagnetic means.
Then the experiment bloomed, to electrodes attached to human heads, from the outside, with similar results.

It was a shame there wasn't some type of medium, in the air, in everybody, that was conducive to manipulation.

Aluminum, for conductivity and reflection.
Barium, for multiplication.
And fleets of planes dedicated to the proposition solved that problem.

And there they had it.

Huge antenna arrays at first.
Then more sophistication with Cell Phone towers, gwen towers, and more covert microwave towers.

As a hedge in the control bet, bio means were utilized.

A Genetically-Modified-Organisms nematode was conjured that could produce particular chemicals on demand via rf, microwave.
A fungal/protozoal thing as well.
The intention was for these two to balance each other out.
One was prey to the other at certain stages of life/growth,
The other prey to the one at certain stages of life/growth.

Most hosts.... Everybody btw, displayed no overt symptoms. Yes, an itch and a scratch here and there, maybe a little sore here and there, but nothing... Blatant.

Everybody was being manipulated. Always fatigued. Always muddy minded. Compromised. Controlled. And then there were the other general control results via those chemicals on demand...

Some Citizens, however, displayed Critical Symptoms. Though canaries in the mine, their chirps, their songs, were squashed.

And from there it went to...

Gee. I sure am glad I don't live in that United States of Animosity.

Glad it was just a sci-fi horror tale.

Glad I live in the United States Of America where all is well.

And with that bit of a true falsehood, or a false true, I depart.

Now, You know very, very well, that not a bit of this is true.

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