2026 Fev 21 - 05h16
I'm not allowed to talk about this on FetLife , but here , i can . The Publication Ban on this topic forbids me only from revealing identifying information of witnesses , not the actions they took in trial . Here is an example of how the Damnation was automated .

So , at this point in the trial , the Age component of the interference charge had already been dropped , because it had already been proven that the young miss had lied about her age . In a private room , my lawyer says to me , "So there wasn't any sexual contact, right? I'm gonna tell them there wasn't any sexual contact whatsoever?" . And i kept saying , "Do not do that , there definitely was sexual contact , there was three minutes of sexual contact" .

So we get to the trial . I'm not allowed to speak AT ALL in the courtroom . I wasn't allowed to give an opening statement , i wasn't allowed to answer any questions other than what the lawyers asked me , i had SO MUCH evidence and testimony , and both lawyers simply forgot any of the data i had sent in over the course of the deux-et-une-moitie(2.5) ans[years] betpeen Arrest and Trial . And my lawyer says , "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, my client says that there was no sexual contact ." .

Fast forward to me on the witness stand . The prosecution lawyer -- and to be clear , the prosecution was Guillermo Fuentes , whose name i can list because he didn't bother to show up as a witness , Enlil was the one who called in the swat -- is demanding CSAM-level detail of what happened , licking her lips every time she got to overpronounce the word peee-nis . I SWORE on THE BIBLE to tell The Truth , The Whole Truth , And Nothing But The Truth , So Help Me God . So my lawyer has already spoken on my behalf claiming that i said that there was no sexual contact when there definitely was , and now under oath i'm being asked to provide pornographic detail of what happened .

If i said that there was sexual contact , i would have lied by proxy because my Representation said there wasn't .
If i said that there was no sexual contact , i would have lied to a watching God becuase there was .
So i answered it as truthfully and tactfully as i could while dodging the obvious trap the Pharisees put in front of me ,
just like they did to Jesus in Matthew 22 il-y-a[before] deux-mille(2000) ans[years],
and Daviid in the Book of Psalms il-y-a[before] deux-mille(2000) ans[years] that .

2026 Fev 21 - 03h33
Starting a journal on my website for security reasons . Porting all my files from my FetLife to my Website . Had more dreams of the grand and flashy Cal-Tech halls of Starfleet Academy , as i get followed around by NPCs analyzing my every move and decision , while the autorenderer "accidentally" auto-renders situations where my skills and abilities were systematically wasted with calculated precision .

This journal begins in the middle of the story , with the lowercase-g gods of various worlds zip-zooming left and right across the sky , with the Dream Factory built and operating years ago , with the Walkie-Talkie Corps already scraping the BrainDance renderer dry before the dreams are even finished , with bored and irascible strangers dropping in pre-fabs like they had a holo-table hooked up to dot-public . I hate that fucking renderer , in the past i dismantled it and tore it to pieces so Terra could have Wild Park thru the dust bowl , and if i get the chance to shut it down in the future you better believe i'll be straddling its back with a handful of plastique . The AEsir are way over the fucking line here , pretending that these aren't war actions taken by people systematically wasting my time while once again trying to run away with my children after killing me and cutting and running , because that's what happened in The First Render so that's what they have to do every time they hit the Again button .

No really , they cut and ran with "Urza"[Njordr] and "Mishra"[Niall] and left me to die to raiders with battleths ["The Brother's War"] so that when i reincarnated i wouldn't be their mother anymore , and at the YeTrin Sali they made a show of dangling Sammy[Lo] and Raven[Ki] in front of me like a carrot on a string ["Streets of New Capenna"] , and when i finally named my newest clutch they activated every render they had of two necrotic kids and a giant plant goddess and set themselves to run away with Wrenn And Eight Plus Two after failing to correctly identify Seven as a willow tree instead of a maple ["March of the Machine"] . No really , that is the entire fucking plot of March Of The Machine . That Kaya the Inexorable ie Sirius ie Lura Thok and her band of merry men ran away with a nascent Wrenn and whomever they could drum up that was close enough to what they were reading off of the Dh KhEtEt[Company Laptop] , because they didn't actually spend any time with my dream children , they just looked up the entries off of the NekFascMancy folder that , no guys! , doesn't exist! , we don't have stolen alien technology! we haven't gotten fucking rich off of raping Skadi's dreams and force-rendering anything i express interest in before i have a chance to grow it myself on Terra's slow but fertile soil! .

This is Wrong , what's happening , it is Capital-W Wrong , but as long as the As Gods keep singing and dancing , look at the jangly keys! don't think about it, look at the jangly keys! , Stupid Human will keep making the same mistakes over and over and over again until i'm finally blue in the face .

Imagine for a second that you were a Cybercrime and Fraud detective , just learning for the first time what a Borrowed Ladder is . Protip , the term comes from the movie Gattaca . This really is the greatest case of Identity Theft you will ever see in your career .

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