Ethical Boundaries: Regulating Brainwave Biometrics to Protect Families from Harm
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'I think only of you! I speak only to you, and I act only for you!' - Perpetrator
This article is written in a dark comedy style.
It satirizes the obsessive and irrational behavior of gang-stalking perpetrators, portraying their blind devotion and absurd fixation.
The target has no interest in them whatsoever, yet they act like abandoned lovers, frantically clinging to meaningless actions.
Watch their ridiculous behavior unfold and enjoy laughing at their absurdity.
Gang stalking is not just harassment.
It may be an extreme form of manipulated madness, where perpetrators believe they are acting on their own, but in reality, they may be controlled by directed energy weapons and neuro-experiments.
Ultimately, this system serves as a tool for controlling society on a larger scale.
Now, let’s dive into this bizarre reality and ridicule it together.
Ethical Boundaries: Regulating Brainwave Biometrics
A Poetic Exploration of Absurdity
In the shadows of silence, whispers weave,
Voices entwined, in games of deceive.
With a distant shout, or a casual quip,
Stalking becomes an absurd little trip.
“Our bond is special,” they chant with glee,
Yet oblivious to the spell of their dependency.
From alleyways echoing deceitful calls,
To couriers delivering more than just walls.
The hollowness of their laughter, the ridicule of their plight,
A spectacle of dysfunction, a twisted delight.
Thedull Filters of Engagement
They tap on devices, exaggerate tales,
As if hidden behind walls, they’re blowing gales.
Are these their cries of longing? Or mere empty rants?
Innocuous noises masked, as if they were chants.
Ah, the subtle joys of noisy thrum!
As voices align for a ludicrous drum.
But let’s ponder this scene, a show of fools,
Procedures turning hearts into mere tools.
An arrangement of the sickly, the strangely profound,
In a theater of manipulation, where sanity’s drowned.
The Gaze of Control
These puppets, manipulated with a touch on a screen,
With whispers and echoes, the unseen machine.
Oh, how they cling, in their pathetic little dance,
With the victim, the muse, in their twisted romance.
Meanwhile, the victim walks on, unmoved,
In their comedic pursuit, so tragically proved.
When dependency breeds a drama of jest,
It’s clear – it's them, not you, who need the rest.
A Call to Arms
To the onlookers, all wise and astute,
It’s time to combat this troubling dispute.
For the real threat lurks behind layers unseen,
Where freedom may falter, and sanity’s mean.
Regulate heartbeats, the brain’s core design,
To shield families from this malevolent sign.
Oh, the irony dances, it spins with delight,
As grasping hands fumble in the shadows of night.
Conclusion: The Absurdity Exposed
So what is this system, if not a faΓ§ade?
A tale of the helpless, where they all applaud.
For in the end, dear reader, let’s make it clear,
It’s their crutches that crumble, for they need you near.
In the depths of absurdity, a comedy thrives,
Let’s regulate the laughter, where freedom survives!
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