I’ve moved to Germany for a period of four months. I am staying as part of a team on a rural retreat, in a big old country house situated on an organic farm amongst the rolling hills not far from the Austrian Alps.
They raise pigs, make cheese, roast coffee, bake bread - which you can buy at the farm shop. There’s even a kindergarten on site.
It is such a bucolic place to be. The pigs loll about in their sunny sty, looking as healthy and wholesome as it is possible to be.
And then there’s the satellite terrorism, which continues unabated - of course. Like anywhere I’ve experienced in my travels in China, Bali, Italy, Australia and the UK, some days the signal appears to be stronger. Other days it appears to be weaker. It varies during the day but it is always there.
This is completely normal. Whenever I do go someplace new, the criminal voices attempt to intimidate me, claiming that they are looking forward to ratcheting things up because where you’re staying is a ‘gangstalkers paradise’. It doesn’t matter to them whether I am moving to an isolated country location, a dense urban envirnonment, a security state like China or to an Australian suburb.
Everywhere, it seems, is unequally vulnerable. Everywhere is a gangstalkers’ paradise.
No matter where I go in the world, the only differences in this targeting is that I am offered ‘complementary’ lectures on the reasons I am not welcome in these new territories, and occasionally on points of culture and grammar.
One of my perps fancies himself as a real man of culture. He corrects my rough German. He is quick to intervene and shut down my thoughts about history. He doesn’t realise that he’s merely advertising the standard playbook of AI and (possibly) mind-melding. He’s trying to talk me down, to make me feel inferior. And I suppose, given that I haven’t entered into a pact with the devil and have devoted my life to hiding in shadows firing potshots at innocent civilians… I am inferior to him. In that regard only.
This is the thing. No matter where I go, they are there. They are learning and adjusting their behaviour through what they experience via my eyes and ears, other sensing devices, and what they glean from the AI models to which they are wedded.
So, while I’ve been experiencing stunning encounters with cultures all over the world and growing as a person, this perp, Mark, and his offsider Craig, remain the stillborn products of an unholy alliance between taxpayer-funded technology and the inbred Nazi cowards feathering each others’ nests in some sweaty security agency basement on the other side of the globe.
Everybody deserves to be able to choose their own paradise. But what kind of sub-human filth thinks paradise is stalking innocent men and women to their deaths?