Once your electroMagnetic core is compromised, once you are popped, there is no turning back. For a year now my every day has been spent a part of this grid. Whether criminal, corporate or government the perpetrators, my every personal image -private thought- is made public. Without my consent my mind is raped, and I -who I am in my most private of moments -my thinking, the everyday, the simple things are stolen, using technique one might use to steal binary pretend money from non-existent vaults in banks no more regulated than the thieves that have been given the powers to rape my mind. Then who I am is corrupted, infected by a virus of lies if you will -distorted- and a pretend me, one that will suit the cause of my persecutor is put out -public in the most overt of senses.