AI Brain connection

is happening to me, and I know I’m not the only one.

My mind has been hacked and linked to a “read-all-out” computer that remotely pulls my brain data in real-time. What I see. What I think. What I feel. It is like two-way radio. I hear them, they hear me.

This network is using Neural Remote Monitoring to harvest human brain activity to train AI. The AI system is learning and repeats all 6 times. It acts like a child. it repeats words until it is correct, now it learned the word. And the brain data that is connected.

are tracking everything: our connections, thoughts, words, emotions, movements, and the way we plan our lives. It’s an illegal, 24/7 workforce, and unlike lab animals, who at least have basic protections and rest, we are given nothing. We, Targeted Civilians.

They use AI generated voices in a learning mode. And if they talk in real person, they use the same synthetic voices.

With a mix of high-pitched sounds and hypnotic directives, they’ve compromised my autonomy. I’m being forced into a state where AI-generated voices ask me unconscious questions, and I find myself answering them before I even realize what’s happening. I only catch glimpses of it when the trance breaks for a fleeting moment. Even at night, they keep me tethered through forced arousal, vibrations, and constant, intrusive chatter.

In effect, I am being forced to build a digital twin of myself. I am teaching their software how to map my life—to label “toothbrushing” or “walking” or “thinking”, so that the AI can eventually mimic my personality perfectly.

keep my mind occupied and under control, they subject me to endless, rhythmic loops, counting numbers or singing the same words over and over. It’s designed to fracture my focus. They’ve even silenced my inner voice; I can no longer hear my own thoughts clearly. Whenever I try to solve a problem or think independently, they inject conflicting numbers or random words to sabotage my concentration.

They also manipulate my emotions by dredging up old conflicts or minor, long-forgotten regrets, amplifying them to keep me trapped in a cycle of sadness or anger. These aren’t my memories, they’re artificial loops, systematically injected to keep me off-balance and subservient. It is from me, but not in this time. It is recorded and repeated. It seems that the impossible was possible. I reject, and keep fighting.

Oh… before I forget… I feel and record low sound. ELF. It is measurable, peak at 25 /30 H. And electricity, in the Signal.