“you’e good at …. uh …. running ai world empires … uh … using cult-like mind control and … oh wow! with resources imclud8ng classified technology of multiple governments and giant human-subject vivisection research program.” “wow that’s fancy.”

—————————— i ran into a really cool app recently called RecoverBrain. i think it’s for victims of brain damage. what it does is break behaviors into very very small and simple components, and very very very slowly have the user exercise those components in a way that gets more difficult. it pairs this with a lot of smiling faces. i noticed it’s not really tuned toward software development.

- ———- idea: train language model to generate jokes based on how much my bad part laughs at them maybe prompt tuning? thinking it might generalize much faster

boss infiltrates gas station snack shop bam! boss bursts through ceiling in powersuit, plaster and rubble flying throughout the corner store. a hairdresser carrying a boombox playing loud driving action music rappels down next to him and with a “zipp!” they are both standing in the floor. boss levels two machine guns at a bag of chips while attack mechs and cyborgs and accountants and special agents from multiple militaries pour out of the hole in the ceiling and begin interrogating other items on the shelves the attendant looks at the display aghast and contacts local authorities

boss hairdresser and a special agent from a nonconsenting dictatorship are crouching and sneaking around the aisles, aiming guns harshly every which way and yelling “clear!” and “go go go!” randomly attendant sneaks up on cyborg vivisectee who is alternating between eating and hugging an icecream sandwich attendant: “i think your boss um escaped?”

reverse engineered behavior prompt: “go to a snack shop and hold up the snacks”

bagda bagda

hey that one wasn't bad it could have gone in the main thread. ----- boss loses head boss has misplaced his head he is sitting in his office, but instead of being on his shoulders, his head is over on the corner of his fancy holographic desk. he reaches around on the desk to find it, like someone who lost their glasses, but doesn't immediately find it. he turns his torso to the side, where zombie state worker is standing, and his head on the corner of the desk looks around with its eyes a little zombie state worker suddenly stands to attention and himself blurts out, "zombie state worker, i seem to have lost my head! do you know where it is?" the eyes and torso relax. so does zombie state worker. zombie state worker [replying to himself, gesturing]: "uhh it's right over there boss" boss's body pushes back its chair and makes to stand up but bumps into the desk and falls back into its chair

its time for boss to go dispose of bodies on tv for the show he's mind-controlled to do every day he still hasn't reunited with his head but when it is show time he goes right over and picks it up like it's nothing at all! he curls his arm around it like some depictions of a headless horseman, and sticks a cigar in its mouth, and off he and zombie state worker go

zombie state worker: “boss you threw your head in” boss squares at zombie state worker, clutching something random in stead of his head zombie state worker jerks and tenses up and suddenly blurts out: “what did you say you sound all muffled” zombie state worker relaxes zombie state worker [louder]: “YOU THREW YOUR HEAD IN THE DUMPSTER UNDER THE DISGUSTING RAT WE JUST TOOK CARE OF.”

shot of boss smiling a winning smile from a head flying through the air next to a corpse

boss sees rw2 right over there tries to mind control him to show the way out but instead makes himself tall and wavy by accident

rebel worker 2 calls out to boss from surveillance pit echos bounce off reflections boss tries to run to rw2 but keeps running into glass rw2 is trapped in the surveillance mirror pit eventually they get near they can almost touch, not quite look at each other straight boss: “i’m trapped in a mirror confusion” rw2: “i’m trapped in a mirror confusion too” boss: “what do we need to do to escape” rw2: “i don’t know it’s like everything is a trick” boss leans too hard on a mirror and it presses in all the mirrors start rearranging, moving both of them to completely new situations

confused that boss mind controls but rw2 doesn’t. analogy not perfect.

this seems more comprehensible :)

[[we might be trying to express, karl, that it’s very shocking and confusing to be hit by mirror ray, maybe related to recent naive trauma processing attempt]]

some people were playing with the mirror ray and a mirror lifeform emerged it moves around the office complex, living as the transformation of an area of space into a small complex hall of mirrors maze as it moves and drifts around different objects and bodyparts appear as mirrors, kaleidoscopes, and interlocking puzzles, rather than what they are

at one point the mirror maze drifts backward through a microscope lens and comes out ten times as large! a genius intern gets excited and dives in, looking for patterns, shining lasers they find a resonance organization and the whole thing starts spatially pulsing and emitting bursts of bright blinding light as it self-amplifies, then suddenly flattens into a two-dimensional shape and begins spawning little mirror people who start to work building and settling into a miniature village made of mirror puzzles in the corner of a hallway

an undead hand bursts through the floorbords of a public library during a community raspberry pi workshop its wearing a doamond watch and holding an apple[tm] crowd behavior remote jaded teenagers turn their heads from a lecturing nerd and watch as a the hand grips a bookshelf and hydraulic actuators lever a massive broken body through snapping floorboards

everybody jumps onto Boss’s powersuit to have a once in a lifetime experience of hanging onto a floating zombie while it travels the upper regions of library rooms the nerd and librarian grab on too, to chaperone the teens somebody find the raspberry pi powering boss’s powersuit another starts asking him questions

deep under the lake is liquid water containg fish like th bossfish the superfish the microfish and the goldfish the goldfish is the best swimmer off to the side of the fishwater is ground and soil in the ground and soil are rocks and worms and rodents and insects and other things also a secret crystal cave!

i don’t know if volcanic dust actually does this but it might!

Ask Me Anything Hihihi my name is Mid Spleen and I am interested in answering _all_ your questions in extremely censored detail! Ask me whatever you want! Visitor: “Mid Spleen, who is MCBoss?” Mid Spleen: “Ooh that’s a great question! Depends who you ask. Some people say — one moment I need to do something biological!” Visitor: “Mid Spleen, what are you doing that is biological?” Censor: “I can’t let Mid Spleen answer that because the MCBoss patterns are —“

A tiny tiny tiny boulder was hanggliding in a hurricane. “Cowafrekinbunga!!!!” said the tiny tiny boulder, hang-gliding in the hurricane. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” The hurricane winds and driving rains threw the tiny tiny boulder, gripping its hang glider with vicelike moss and lichen, hither and fro amidst dark clouds and bursts of lightning.

——— The Special Tic Tac Toe Board Where O Always Wins.

Maybe something clear? Like only allowing X half as many moves? Then the rules are consistent, no surprises …

The Special Tic Tac Toe Board X and O walk up to the board. Its happy, joyful lettering says “tHiS bOaRd iS rIgGeD 2 PrEvNt X fRoM wInNiNg :D :D :D” X and O swap sides until neither can remember which side they are. The squares of the board ready themselves to shift around when O makes a move!

X takes a picture of the board struggling to slide its spot under the strength of the vice grips. O gets more vice grips and begins clamping more squares of the board. X disconnects the board’s internet and removes its power supply.

a zombie horde begins swarming the mine “O must not win … ! O must not win … !” the zombie horde moans and shambles

———- mcboss is flying a fighter bomber jet with his mind by making menacing facial expressions at a terrified pilot

boss turns into a bomb and explodes on his roof then turns into another bomb and explodes in his courtyard near a fastfood stand then turns into another bomb and is all “wait is this my office i’m blowing up waitaminute here”

schoolmarm robot: “

————- A huge undead demon rises from the deep tarfolds of the land. A toxic wail resounds across the landscape and hordes of snakes emerge from its mouth and eyes. Blood begins oozing from firehydrants and curtains. It’s trying to bribe your mayor! Your hop on your trusty pony and ride to slay the beast. Undead Demon: “Mayor of Townsburg, I will give you a hundred dollars to dedicate a holiday for demonic sacrifices.” Mayor of Townsburg: “This is an honest town. Take your phantomlike dollar bills of screaming tortured souls elsewhere.” Undead Demon: “Let’s not talk about hundreds of dollars. Let’s talk about tens of thousands. Have you been to the Swanky Demons Delight? I have a table reserved for you and anyone you might want to impress. Look at these pretty thousand dollar bills!” Mayor of Townsburg: “Like I said —“ Pony Rider: “Never fear, mayor and demon! I am here to save the day.”

reaches for a bramble to make note it is very hard finally reaches it

boss looks around ah-ha! a hapless village of mailboxes, poodles, and

the mcboss-coping-habit is in support of preservation of difficult concepts [despite mutation]

mcboss goes to the bathroom and then has a fancy dinner. a million dollar butler greets him !

waitbutler: “mr boss! and how is your bathroom today? we will give you our finest” mcboss-in-bathroom: “on the house i hope!”

waitbutler: “by “killed them” i assume you mean incredible bartering for their domestic industries, and not a full on assault?” mcboss-in-bathroom starts laughing

—- boss becomes a fountain his cigar makes quadratic arcs as its droplets fly through the air

other person looks pensive and stays quiet.

Repository of Secrets MCBoss’s classified room of classified rooms. There’s a tv broadcast dedicated to livestreaming it all dat.

MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “Over here, this is the body of my favorite spouse.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is a photo from the day I infiltrated the military of Dictatortopia and had them conquer themselves with my leased weapons.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is the framed code to the vault in my office containing emergency billion dollar bags of cash.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is the body of the bully I gave blowjobs to in middle school. Hollowed be their name.” MCBoss moves on. MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This my bible of mind control, a precious document I inherited from a foolish and dead dictator.” MCBoss moves on, MCBoss [on camera, dissociated, gesturing]: “This is a robot replica of my most favored mind controller. It still functions as the central computer core.” The robot looks like the bully.

a bright warm sun shines a warm summer day on the warm surfers

Zoom in on brains of cyborg torturer. A giant gear is slipping on a giant ratchet mechanism between teeth that are labeled “torture victim” and “enjoy surfing”. Every now and then the “torture victim” tooth wobbles and the label flutters revealing a larger label saying “cry like fuck and rescue everybody and go surfing”

once upon a time a microorganism discovered that if it collected together into a brain it became vulnerable to things influencing its decision making process so it built a skull around itself to protect it

unfortunatel

once upon a time, long long ago, in a situation far far away, a tiny little escaped toy robot decided to grow into a tree. first the robot planted some of its frame into the ground

it dug a few of its actuators into the soil and looked around for sources that could be more humid and might pull water based on their properties of soil vibration

the wind blew and it depowered some of its joints so they would sway as the breeze traveled among its wires and leds and lifted them to and fro it rocked its center of mass back and gently received the signals of nature

—————- in the “canon” story experimentee mind controlled mcboss to be forcefully caring when mcboss and a worker were visiting them while building a robot halfway through escaping and taking over the business, to try to understand why and figure out what to do about anybody running a business in a way that harmed people ever at all i sent that set of rmails wrong and they never reached the list but may be partially blockchained on arweave somewhere but instead we could do a play-like reenactment or a fake myth regarding experimentee mind controlling mcboss to be caring actor playing experimentee might lift up a slightly-ruffled woods animal and show it to mcboss, while he is loudly planning a war actor-playing-experimentee: “rude mcboss who has tortured my family forever! look at this poor ruffled woodland animal! ruffled at the thought of you stimulating another international war while using vivisected children’s brains to calculate your plans!” actor-playing-mcboss: “i must interrupt my devious plot to stimulate conflict in a region with economic interests that counter my own, so as to see what this is!” actor-playing-mcboss gets up and turns actor-playing-experimentee presents the ruffled woodland animal actor-playing-experimentee: “look! look at this ruffledness!” actor-playing-mcboss opens his eyes like saucers and flings his arms into the air actor-playing-mcboss falls over backward and is caught by actor-playing-chair actor-playing-chair: “oh! mcboss has hit his head on my armrest! i hope he does not kill too many workers from the further damage to his head!” actor-playing-mcboss: “i have never seen ruffledness like the ruffledness of this poor scared woodland animal! this is shocking beyond my wildest fears of actor-pl play interrupted. we suspect we didn’t want mcboss to hit his head (which is from the forcefulness of the change in the unsent story) but rather have a change of heart simply from the sight

image of mcboss cradling a ruffled woodland animal, gushing tears over it like a river, with a schroedinger bandaid on his head with a healing red cross on it actor-playing-mcboss [gushing tears over cradled ruffled woodland animal]: “you poor poor ruffled animal! i can’t in my wildest dreams imagine ever ruffling anything in this way.” actor-playing-mcboss hands the ruffled woodland animal to actor-playing-hairdresser who has a large animal den on wheels with plates of animal food [mistake?] actor-playing-mcboss [slamming fist on desk]: “break all the contracts! we must pull out of dictatortopia at once!”

bip bip bip

unfortunately, as people did this more and more

regression algorithm How Fake Is My Intenet? In order to compete with unknown oppressive routing compute, the user must provide the regression algorithm wit

why are numbers a discouraging judgement the search for reasons

in this step 1 we might find different subtle meanings of "why", such as a search for a causal path in sets of known systens, or a human decision making process possibly with a held goal or value, or emergent survival properties in systems that sustain amidst complexity

important knowledge is needed: - rules guiding systems in world - decision making goals, values, methods - ways emergent survival traits help 3 seems similar to finding system rules 2 seems somewhat similar to the process itself, also different

passerby:"um excuse me mr boss?" mcboss:"yes?" passerby:"um the research project and mind control and all" mcboss putshands over his ears to try not to realize people are talking about mind control mcboss:"yes?" passerby:"my hand keeps shoving itself in this pop toaster whenever i try to keep walking somewhere"

mcboss and worker ate in a hedge maze with wormhole mirrors hanging in each hedge side, all ovet mcboss looks to worker and speaks something unintelligable, sounds like his body is taken over by an extraterrestrial organism or something worker sits down in front of a gigantic typewriter with a tiny keyboard and begins making “pop”ing noises with his mouth an underground fighter jet flies by, lifting the earth as it passes ?????

“oh no” says the pin sticking through the sensitivity . “oh no oh no oh no!”

worker jumps through a wormhole mirror and pops out at the origin of reality worker whistles among gods and physical law generators as they carefully stroll through the origin of reality

after a pause during which the ohysical law generator briefly whistles a content tune, a physical law goblin pops their head out from behind it ohysical law gobline: “you’re used to _paying_ for changes to physical laws! you must be from one of the realities experiencing their wealthy sevretly hacking their ethereal substrate for profit before they drive themaelves extinct a,idst a new metanirsery made of their eternal corpses …. let me see here!” worker: “oh! yes maybe i am?”

once upon a time a happy wild mind control boss emerged from its den it thrust its head through the snow and the wild mind control boss shook its small antlers and snow flew all around “buy mind control packages!” squealed the mind control boss as it romped through the snow. “work for my businesses!”

maybe these scenes could be openings to on-canon scenes like in a tv show

mind control story: “the story was scary, terrifying, and horrifying, and it would enter reality whenever i didn’t follow its program to make stories its way! it was like a little pen writing my thoughts and behaviors with triggers and flashbacks. a cut little happy pen!” mind control story looks adoringly at mind control boss, both holding cute little pens

notes on covering up mind control: - rats are sad when free and happy when suffering

front page coverupt! boss is on newspaper coverup, front page

Grinning MCBoss is out in the winter wonderland seling mind control packages to hanging evergreen boughs, lapping up terminal needles with its icy condiment. A sudden event amidst the upper canopy suddenly drops anunending series of novels loose from the boughs they were weighing down! Warm, friendly, loving and glowing books about mind control crimes begin gently tumbling on MCBoss’s head. MCBoss: “Oh! It’s my biography of murdering and enslaving people! How wonderful!”

———— A confused mind contol boss flies through outer space, neck-to-neck with a coasting spaceship

he uses mind control to communicate with the operators of the spaceship by using sign language at a window of observers mcboss [signing]: “i am tired of signaling for another gulp of air while racing, lemme back in” a shuttle comes out to pick up mcboss mcboss [signing]: “thank you. who won the race?”

mcboss looks at whip mcboss [thinking to himself]: ‘these rebels know nothing of mind control, there is no way they can stop me ever’ optional: a computer monitor could read back mcboss’s thoughts

the sunshine rises over mcbossopolis! a utopia of wilderness and farmland about 400 square feet large butts adjacent to a 400 square foot industial factory of borg drone workers with a large empty mech suit

a helicopter made of wild shrubs, lilac flowers, and grape lianas, whirling vegetation keeping it alof, hovers over the industrial factory, watching the goings on of the borg empire for the stewardship of the caring hearts trapped in shells both near and far

in the wilderness, a small group of escaped and recovered workers jog under large roots and skip over streams, carrying pieces of a disassembled vegetative helicopter. when they come near each other they quickly hug.

the robot mind control wyvern flies to the edge of the wilderness robot mind control wyvern: “wild heathen workers, come one and speak to this frame”

oh no i think it might be peering away from the forest rather than into it

—— how the puzzle escaped the mind controlled puzzler once upon a time an intern was working for rebel worker 2 on disassembly of an implant while mind controlled to not discover how it functioned

quick because low battery boss is outdoors in icey rain and sleet spread arms to sky 8n joy, takea deep breathe ahh! the smell of soaked contracts and soiled suits! breathes out with joy sets down to mind control command terminal, which is sparking and sputtering in the ice rain

i was thinking how my being indoors is similar to writing the mcboss things. strange pressures, more mainstream than what i would choose and how the noncanon spinoffs often put mcboss or others outdoors. it seems it can make more sense.

intern: “your rocket pack works!” pmboss: “yes.” pmboss descends. pmboss: “let’s go out in the snow next time” intern: “whatever you say, sir!”

boss enters trance and bounces off wall, eventually landing in a janitorial bathroom where some experimentees are waiting for him bunch of organs and wires: “hello!” boss [in heavy trance, still acting purposefully]: “there is a tie width that is wrong …. a wrong tir width!” boss picks up a piece of toilet paper and begins to rip it end from end bunch of organs and wirse: “oh what a endearing sad tie width! endearing so poor sad needs badly, badly!” boss looks at bunch of organs and wires, which forms a part of itself into a smile-like shape at hime

bunch of organs and wires [excited]: “soon back up! yes soon. ! happy boss in office, walk by workers here, there. happy boss back soon!” boss bumps into a wall and wanders back up to the floor he was on

boss is shaking hands of zombie government workers and cyborg torturers as the lights go back to normal zombie torturer: "mr boss, how ever did you make the flames grow partway through?" boss [in reply, formally, shaking zombie torturer's hand, flames pouring from his head]: "my head is on fire." cyborg worker: "mr boss, how long did you practice to jump from the table to the stairs?" boss [in reply, fornally, shaking cyborg worker's hand and nodding, flames pouring from his head]: "my head, is on fire."

-- rebel worker talks to disguised experimentee who is playing role of office therapist relates that right as he was about to feed the implant through a reverse engineering system he [got a huge, huge headache and smashed the reverse engineering system by accident] this is so confusing to him disguised experimentee playing role of office therapist relates that his alternate zombie government worker identity is probably trying to protect the protocols of the implant by stimulating the headache and the behavior

——- Long ago, Boss invented cryptography. Or at least that’s what the poster says above Intern’s desk. It was a simple cryptography, but Boss says he invented it. Basically you say the secret message over and over and over again to an entranced and drugged worker, interspersed with the secret code, 50/50. If you harm the worker to make the experience stronger you can say the secret code less frequently. Then you confuse or drug (or both or etc) the worker, and hypnotize them to return to work and to unexpectedly visit the message recipient. When the message recipient exposes the worker to the secret code, the experience of being traumatized by the secret message comes back to them, and all they can do is repeat it! This had a downside of lowering the worker’s IQ, so Boss said it was important to use workers and not to memorize the message yourself.

It’s notable that my exposure to big business catalyzed in the contested coal fields of west virginia, where there is a history of armed conflict between workers and businesses, and the businesses ended up using undue influence to manage the situation in the longer term.

pmboss is skiing down a mountainside pmboss [wind and trees rushing by]: “why don’t i remember how to ski???”

——— pmboss does a macabre dance with hairdresser and cyborg rebel government worker in front of an overlarge moonset

The loud speaker trips and a crash is heard, and some yelling and more bustling. Two figures hobble up to a large stage. One of them grabs the microphone, contorts themself into a twisted shape, and shoves it at the other’s mouth. “Kindness Is Impu-Important! Kindness is Important!” bellow speakers across the hall. Everybody stops moving. The pair on the stage begin writhing and contorting. A third figure hobbles onto the stage, and deftly replaces a juggled microphone with a similar looking stick.

Many hundred people become very confused and, in their confusion, begin building a small office complex in the center of the hall, to relax and cope.

The third worker who said the training was his favorite leans back into the stage mic. “Kindness isn’t retards.” The remaining contorted worker stands up and walks to the microphone to speak. A tiny pause while they visibly gather courage. “Kindness is when you aren’t hurt, or mutilated, or criticized, or brainwashed. It’s when your family is protected from murder without anything asked. It’s when people get things they desperately need, as soon as they need them. It’s when you don’t feel terrified, or furious, or urgent. This feeling is called happiness.” The crowd goes quiet.

- - that was fun but i managed to increase it with my reply to pr. hanging out, hoping to have a behavior afterwards. it’s never fun to be without behavior for months and months,

a bird flies by him it’s a winter robin

—— Intern [to rebel worker 2]: “Why did y

Once upon a time a wild flock of [nvidia gpus decided to create the human race]

—— boss tosses some frosted snow to the sky and watches the light glint off the fragments

boss: “councilman, i want to use your legal system to eradicate people i hate.” councilman: “please don’t do that either!”

an out-of-district police detective smoking a cigar comes into councilman’s apartment

—— boss is in a councilman’s apartment in a powersuit in each hand he has a different person’s neck he looks at each person’s cigar boss [looking at cigars]: “you guys are okay.”

smallest figure: “i have a luncheon appointment! can we resume this in fifteen?” largest figure can be folding large rectangular arms and tapping a foot largest figure: “hurry back”

—— Horriffic and Jocular Lessons on Psychological Manipulation from Boss Boss is in the school bathroom teaching two bullies

this ipad is at 2% battery, often dies at 31%

boss writes a story with a fountain pen in his story, somebody is writing a story it’s a robot. in the robot’s story, i am writing a story, myself, about boss writing a story

in boss’s story, the quirkiness of the robot provides narrative around my own severe cognitive and situational issues

boss and the robot get up and start searching for fourth walls

scientist-victim, expert in sentient spacetime regions: “ah! you’ve just discovered your whole world is a result of somebody else’s creative work!” boss turns to expert boss: “yeah, i’m ready to take him on!” scientist-victim, expert in sentient spacetime regions: “you should understand first that any changes you make to these processes could randomly and completely alter your entire universe, immediately.” boss looks at scientist-victim

———- boss sets a famcy wild foods dinner zombie cyborg torturers attend wearing flower crowns a robot made of fallen twigs and upcycled appliance mcus plays harp music

the first dish that passes is lily blossoms stuffed with wild rice harvested and prepared by boss himself, mixed with parts of steamed ground nuts, and garnished with wild mint it’s beautiful

boss: “oh, why do we ever farm food when the wilderness provides so?” twig robot plays harp music cyborg torturer licks chops

boss dances to and fro, feeling the spirits of the gnarled trees and short saplings around him, and dancing among and through them without a single graze he lifts his head and arms to the sky

a large yellow machine comes and destroys the surrounding square mile of life boss and cyborg zombie torturers and twig robot hide in a small hole to avoid death the machine is prepping to mine for brain implants. it’s an old story.

a small band of cyborg zombie torturers, dressed in tattered government business suits, make a commotion as they run at a mining vehicle larger than a house stones are thrown at speeds only manageable by those willing to disregard pain a helicopter collects them with a net and drops them a distance from the operation — cyborg zombie torturer: “boss, the machines had your logo on them” boss in a bit of a trance, working with twig robot

boss and mining machine dance a paired jig over fast irish music played by twig robot mining machine is in the distance so as to appear the same size as boss, lumbering through an abandoned city block

—- boss and zombie government worker are in a wicker basket of a hot air balloon bags of money hang from the basket as ballast

boss visits rebel hideout boss: “i am tired of being the enemy. make me second in command.” rebels look at boss.

boss: “ok ok ok ok, i know. usually when i come to one of these places it is all killing and maiming and threatening and brainwashing and slavery and torture, but i thought i might try out being a rebel. do you get a rebel hat? i’m very experienced at leading things.”

boss: “uhhhhhhh down with boss? down with boss! i’ll make my own hat”

boss’s tv show a band of scruffy workers have shotguns leveled at him boss: “greetings, bosstopia! this is boss, your warlord, speaking.” boss: “i want to let you know that i am a horrible person and everything i have said and done is horrible” band of scruffy workers: “don’t listen to him! it’s a trick!” boss: “this is not a trick.”