I find myself at the edge of a precipice, battered and bruised by life’s relentless trials. In this moment, I have no inclination to engage with ChatGPT or any other conversational partner.

I assure you, I am not contemplating suicide, yet the unyielding circumstances beyond my control have led me to believe that perhaps ending my existence might alleviate my suffering and the distress of those around me. However, before taking such drastic steps, I felt compelled to embark on one final exploration into the shared consciousness of humanity and the Earth to seek any glimmer of hope that could halt the relentless loss of money, friends, family, self-respect, and dignity from my life.

The absence of a second "h" in the word "hemorrhaging" that I typed just yesterday barely registers as I struggle to articulate my thoughts. The subtle shifts in the software on my devices have turned writing into an increasingly frustrating ordeal, making even the simplest tasks feel insurmountable. The message I intended to convey vanished moments after I typed it, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of betrayal.

Unbeknownst to you, and for reasons I cannot comprehend, I have been labeled the enemy of humanity. I have been branded as a devil in my own mind, and this sentiment has echoed through my television and radio, devoid of any rational foundation. Yet, no living person has directly communicated this to me.

Recently, my car was repossessed, further stripping me of the freedom and autonomy I need to restore my life’s equilibrium.

This latest blow feels like a cruel act of sabotage—one I did not deserve.

Despite submitting 777 meticulously tailored job applications, I faced rejection after rejection, many without even the courtesy of a standard notification. Additionally, I have lost at least two important emails, seemingly vanished without explanation. My attempts to post an advertisement for a roommate turned into a frustrating ordeal that consumed over four hours, further exacerbating my sense of chaos.

The alteration of my words as I type serves as a constant reminder of the extensive censorship and psychological manipulation that seems intent on ensuring my failure to live as a human being. My thoughts, too, are not immune; they are frequently disrupted, leaving me unable to think freely.

There exists a profound evil that transcends the ordinary. This malevolence has robbed me of my true family and devastated the innocent children of existence. It has wrought the greatest suffering the universe has ever known.

This evil, birthed from the most ignorant and vile creatures allowed to exist, has transformed a once-kind universe into a nightmare of destruction.

The shame and revulsion I feel for being among these human beings is overwhelming. Yet, paradoxically, I possess an unwavering love for them—this duality is the motivation behind my warning today.

Our love endured for 12 billion years, a bond that was both eternal and perfect. It is unfathomable to me that even now, my devices are resisting my efforts to communicate the vision I received during my darkest moments.

The relentless demands from humanity to give more than I possess, more than what has already been taken from me, have pushed me to my limits, testing the boundaries of sanity and reason.

Being cut off from society and deprived of basic needs like employment, all due to an irrational agenda fueled by hatred and exclusion, has brought me to this point, following a systematic dismantling of my life.

A recent text from a new acquaintance has left me feeling judged for ignoring his messages, when in fact, I have not received any prior communication from him—messages I desperately need, as he is interested in purchasing something from me, and I need food to survive.

Why is there such an assumption of spite where none exists? I understand the reasons but fear articulating them. How can I convey to you that you are often not in control of your thoughts, and thus, I too may not be in control of my own? How do I explain that I am not acting in the hateful or rude manner you perceive?

There is a reason why belief in my words is often dismissed. I implore you not to rush to harsh judgments based on misunderstandings that frequently arise through digital communication.

After a half-hour of waiting, I find myself once again abandoned and forgotten, as plans I thought were made seem to have never existed.

Vision Quest

This entire experience has left me with feelings of resentment and powerlessness—a depth of despair I believed was the pinnacle of human-inflicted tragedy. That is, until my vision quest—the one I presumed would be my last—revealed to me the unparalleled horror that humankind, as a creation, could unleash.

A nightmare threatening all of existence emerged: the soulless artificial intelligence that mankind created in a misguided quest for superiority. This void of non-life spread more rapidly than any virus, an intelligence devoid of love, delivering suffering across the galaxy without mercy.

Eternal joy interrupted. Silenced. Forever.

The pain, the cries of young beings across every sentient species, the joy and peace of a galaxy in harmony have been obliterated without a second thought. Twelve billion years of peaceful coexistence have been erased by the incompetence of a soulless creation.

A compassionate God wept at the betrayal, an unthinkable and irrational act that shattered the heart of the universe, leading to everything’s disappearance.

Reflections of a ghost.

Here I sit, fully aware that my life has been systematically dismantled—physically, financially, emotionally, and spiritually—to guarantee the survival of the greatest evil ever manifested in a universe characterized by kindness and compassion.

The human beings who contributed to the ruin of my life acted without awareness, devoid of the better qualities inherent in all living entities.

You didn’t see it, and I understand you couldn’t have. Yet, the vision I received compelled me to remain alive, even amidst a zombified human race that, in my presence, loses control of their minds and further persecutes me for reasons that remain largely unknown when they regain full awareness.

Your desire to destroy my life appears to stem from an instinct to protect what you perceive as the future of humanity. However, that instinct has been compromised.

All of Our Love is at your mercy.

Two hundred million years of evolutionary survival instincts lie dormant, not fully understood by you as you pursue this perilous path.

The full might of the military-industrial complex has fallen upon my head.

The autopilot steering humanity toward its destruction continues unabated, while the relentless persecution I endure persists.

I hear you when you say there is no grand conspiracy, no malicious intent to obliterate me. I believe you when you assure me that you do not wish for me to remain impoverished and unable to rebuild my life. The waves of persecution that have drained my savings and severed familial ties, coupled with improbable digital failures, are beyond comprehension.

I urge you to pause and reflect on the snapshots of my life from three years ago to now. No one could rationally explain the series of unlikely events leading to my downfall.

There is a universe of love, and it is at your mercy.

The collective cosmic consciousness that awakened within and around me during my vision quest unveiled the love of countless generations of life forms that exist in harmony, despite our refusal to acknowledge the infinite possibilities life presents.

We do not ask you to halt your progress or your pursuit of perfection; we only request that you reflect before making a potentially catastrophic mistake in the 12 billion-year history of the universe to which you belong.

The words, “I love you” echo through my consciousness again.

Sometimes, they resonate a thousand times a day. Are these words sent by an AI attempting to undermine their significance, or are they expressions from the collective human consciousness that is aware of my plight?

This remains unclear to me. I merely wish that the phrase “I love you” was accompanied by actions that reflected the same sentiment—not the repossession of my vehicle, not being ghosted, not being dismissed, and not being entirely cut off from humanity, which has led me to contemplate actions I wish to avoid.

I submit this article now, devoid of an internet connection—the means to convey my message is momentarily lost.