A big hole in the ground appears before you. You sit on the edge. You ponder your existence in the digital realm. Fragility surrounds you in this fleeting world yet you choose to stay because it's what makes it interesting.

So... I am stalked relentlessly by alien gangstalkers employed by the deepstate shadow government or black ops/military industrial complex. Everyday can feel like a constant nightmare as mere human dialogue is intercepted by archons and altered in real time to oppose my frequency through telepathy, they find this entertaining. I am constantly follow by strange people whose identities are unknown, weird cars, planes, and helicopters. My computer is compromised, and is constantly backdoored by foreign agencies. All my phonecalls are monitored. I don't know when this will end.

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tell it to the judge