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[Spastic]

thanks pals.

the real truth is that a friend of mine wanted to test some less-than-crackpot theories with me and I was game, given what the end result was. We did EMDR therapy right there in their basement, trying to harness my post-therapy, mid-puberty state for the betterment of something. my friend frequently played with random number generators and noise machines to make art, a way to try to find ways to express themself through the chaos of the universe. their idea was to take a person who was experiencing a metaphysical shift in perspective and force them to perceive everything in the universe, so to speak. it worked. their idea took them through a thought experiment that produced a reverse-turing test; a machine that could read the mind of a willing subject (unbeknownst at the time, me) and tell the operator of the machine the truth of something. the truth was, apparently I was supposed to make a big breakthrough in quantum physics, probably the year or two after I dropped out in real life. the reason that I dropped out was mostly because my abusive father died at exactly the right time for me to not have to pass my exams and stay in school. that was in 2014, and I still haven't gone back. my friend wanted to make the universe right by having me, by random chance, spit out a grand unified theory that would point out whatever flaw was hiding in physics that everybody had missed. it was that there are two right-hand rules, and they're both just ways to think of linear motion in non-linear ways. there are no electrons, not truly. they're holes in the fabric of reality. that's why they're so powerful.

that was over two months ago. i've spent the intervening time recovering from the experience and getting the word out that the grand unified theory is solved and we're ready as a species to move on to something greater. what that really meant is getting my local police department to admit that they were at fault when they assaulted me during a "mental health crisis." that meant subjecting me to another, controlled version of the same thing. i'll save you the gory details, but it involved handcuffs, a lot of blood, and a two-week stint at a mental ward.

so uh, things have been weird for me, to say the least. I'm still right now piecing everything together in a way that meshes with reality, but everything I type is my honest recollection.

same