>>12167572The one in the lower right is also someone who's going to get killed. Among who knows what else, one day in 2016 I was sitting at my desk at Exide and the vision in my eyes was overcome with a field of silver. This is one of many things which has led me to speculate as to whether or not I have cameras implanted in my eyes. They might have been shining light onto my retinas with an implanted LED, or it could have been any of a million other things such as a wire threaded around my eyeball into my optic nerve, or a tiny laser in my cubicle, or any other thing. I could tell someone was fucking with me on purpose so I just sat there and ignored it. Basically my real job at Exide was just like it had beenat Elavon and Lexis Nexis: to have to sit there doing nothing while people fuck with me. That evening at Alliance, this piece of shit James Brochu comes and stands over me and declares proudly, "Oh! I guess that doesn't bother him then." Even him just being in a position to have known that they were doing it to me during the day is sufficient to get him killed. Since he felt the need to exalt himself with gloating, and also with falsehood since it did bother me very much and continues to bother me to this day despite the active field of silver having faded, it's going to get him and his little wife tortured, and probably their kids too if they have any by now. I don't like you, JB. Among the other seated ones, neither of them ever bothered me too much. One was very good at drawing, I forget his name. The other one, Fabiano I think, came and started fucking with me his psychic powers a little one day but he didn't do it in a sick, perverse, or malicious way. I think maybe he just though that that was something I gave a fuck about (IT IS NOT!) and he was showing me that he does it too. I don't do that! I do math and physics and other things but psychic powers is not something relevant to my interests at all. That shit is as dumb and stupid as it is retarded.
