Mind Control Expose: Government Scientists Using Alien Nanites

submitted by Horst Wessel

Palo Alto: Last August, I battled for my freedom. Arrested and incarcerated deep within Massaraty Asylum's grim lime-green walls, I sought evidence to persuade a judge that I was not only mentally fit, but that my bizarre behavior at Aerodyne Labs (see: Horst Wessel Arrested At Aerodyne Labs, vol.5, Issue #7, 1998) was caused by a government mind control experiment turned against me.

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U of E Paranormal Investigator and Activist Horst Wessel
     I succeeded. It was foolish and I don't know what happened, but I am now free.

     The imbroglio precipitating my arrest at Aerodyne Labs I can't remember. Only that one minute I was reading in my bed and the next I was strapped down onto a different bed in the Crippen Psychiatric Care Center at the University of Emmetsburg Hospitals and Clinics!

     My State-Appointed psychiatrist, Dr. Mason Ung furnished details of my misadventure and its consequences. Knowing those machinators already milling my destined confinement into reality, I dismissed the court-appointed attorney---in spite of Dr. Ung's astonished blinking---and elected Hilton Engles and Pierce Hillus. Both were already hard at work on my defense; the sole dissent among us concerned what agent had caused my outburst. Was it biological? Was it a long wave-length positron beam (as reportedly used on the formidable Iraqi Republican Guard in the Gulf War)? Or was it just good ol' fashioned post hypnotic suggestion?

     My team and myself suspected the work of a certain clandestine governmental security agency---many readers will recall them from USMC (Ret.) Capt. Rex Manly's daring mind-control expose Not From Around Here. Their foray into mind control began with the development of a viral agent code named SYRINX 2112. It was first introduced into a controlled population in the winter of 1979. That town was Lake View in Palo Alto County of northwestern Iowa. The outbreak that first appeared among the general public had all the banal symptoms of the flu rhinovirus: chills, muscles cramps, elevated histamies, headache, running nose, etc. But the effects were devastating to the local ecomony and baffling to those afflicted...

     County Sales tax records complied by the Palo Alto county supervisor's office show that from December 2 through December 23 of 1979 the Lake View's town offices recorded no business transactions of any kind during the period. That's right! At the very height of the Christmas season---no one shopped! Only after examing the income tax records of several large businesses in the area through a Freedom of Information Act filing with the IRS was I able to determine that no busness was done by anyone in Lake View at all! Did the virus SYRINX 2112 cause the people of Lake View to repose upon their gluttials and do nothing!? For those twenty days, the citizenry got up every day and did absolutely nothing! No commerce records exist---of any kind! Add to this that the entire town being vaporized during the so-called Black 11 Incident (see: Third Eye Correspondent Missing In Mysterious Black 11, June, 1996, vol. 3, Issue #6) it becomes crystal clear that all trace of the SYRINX 2112 project had to be erradicated (even to the skeptic, this evidence must be highly compelling).

     Several days of hypnotic therapy by the skeptical Dr. Ung under my watchful friends proved not I had not been hynotized. Pierce brought an astounding array of ingenious devices to crowd and clutter my room, none of which detected the slightest positron radiation in my molecules. Both my stalwart commrades knew of the aborted Syrinx virus project. And again inspite of Dr. Ung's confused blinking, blood and spino-cerebral fluid screens showed no trace of those toxins!

     But they did reveal something profoundly disturbing: high amounts of an artificial titanium isotope present in my blood: Ti-51.

     It was Pierce, the scraggaly---gangly perpetually half-starved engineering student who spent more of his scant funds on highly valuable (and often volatile) electronic components than on food or soap or clothes, who recalled a similar case in Zoar in 1995. In that instance, a man had taken up a sniping position atop the student union at Georg von Podebrad College and shot three people before being over powered by a trio of dance majors in practise tights (see: Men In Tights Trounce Sniper, March, 1995, vol. 2, Issue #4). The sniper, as it turned out, was a postal employee recently placed on leave of absence after a fight with his supervisor. His blood contained the Ti-51 isotope as well!

     Pierce also added that for several recent months, a Zoar newspaper reporter interviewed the sniper in prison. The man admitted that he had been a member of a top secret United States Postal Service Armed Surgical Strike Force project known as CIST (Counter Insurgency & Special Tactics). He had been transferred shortly after a "training excercise" spiraled out of control in Waco, Texas in 1993! Pierce added that the interview tapes were seized by a government agent. The reporter was then aburptly fired and forced to skip town---probably heading for a hideout in the Northwestern United States.

     Dr. Ung counseled that the Ti-51 in my blood proved a foreign substance had been introduced into my body without my knowledge. While he would not guarrantee finding any clinical studies showing an adverse psychological affect, he was reasonably confident a judge would rule in my favor.

     Both Hilton and Pierce said they were satisfied that I would be freed on this technicality. No, I told them! It's not enough! For not only did I want my pound of revenge, but we could not be certain if that which affected my behavior yet remained in my body! All our valiant efforts would be in vain if the tools of my enemies were not purged from me! It was then that I asked Pierce about using his Galactatron to scan my body.

     Pierce displayed the most childish reticense at the notion---especially when I detailed specific modifications and adjustments to the deteurium microaccelerator, meson\lepton refraction plate, Hipler Injector Array, and removing the damned chip that played Yellow Rose Of Texas. His objections were founded on his own vanity; control of the device was to be his alone. And when I realized my efforts should continue frutiless, I beseeched him to bring it in and detect with it what he could since it was my only hope.

     Meanwhile, I made other plans...

     The day the Galactatron arrived, Pierce spent most of the morning calibrating and re-calibrating its myriad DIP switches and tweaking faulty connectors. I watched him intently as I could while feigning the tediousness of waiting. At last I complained that I was fatigued from having slept baddly the night before and asked him to complete the tests later that afternoon. He gave me a suspicious look as I yawned and rubbed my eye with heel of my hand. Only after I laid down on my bed and promised him I would not touch anything did he leave. I waited nervously a few minutes.

     Suddenly, Pierce burst back into the room, shouting "Ah-Ha!" I wearily sat up in my bed and glowered the most withering one I could manage while controlling my mirth. Embarrassed, he mumbled excuses and withdrew. Now was my chance!

     Screwdriver in hand, I sat before the bizarre contraption; nothing more than a large glass sphere atop a pile of circuit boards held together with duct tape and odd sheet metal screws. If I hadn't known already what it was capable of, I should have shunned it like the fantasy of fourth grader. Instead, I carefully made what modifications I needed and hurriedly switched it on.

     I half expected it to expode in my face; the low hum left off from a constant tone to a pulsing hum. I set the controls to "Probe" and sat in front of the small steel salad bowl that Pierce had told me served as its Scanning Plasma Emiter. I didn't have long to wait.

     Suddenly, lights, color, sounds, slammed into me with the force of a freight train! Faces-----some human, some reptilian---moved through my mind, shouting and whispering, ranting and stoical. Landscapes, bridal gowns, buildings, barns, ponds, plates of cookies, piles of old newspapers---all these these ran and swam together in a confusing whirlpool.

     With a shout, I opened my eyes and sat up. Pierce and Hilton stood over me. Dr. Ung mumbled some consoling calming words, asking me to stay completely still else the bleeding would start again. I assured them I had no idea what had happened to me after turning on the Galactatron. Hilton explained he was just coming to look in on me when he found me on the floor scribblng furiously away in the notebook I keep by my bed. The Galactatron was shutting itself down so he knew I had used the device. As he drew near, warning that Pierce would likely blow a gasket over device, he saw my face. Every pore had suddenly burst open, covering my face in blood, splashing in torrents onto the floor. But I paid no heed, he said, I merely wiped the splotches away with the sleeve of my robe and kept on writing until after ten more minutes, I collapsed.

     When I told them I had no memory of writing anything, Hilton handed me my gore smeared book. There in the middle in of the book, stained with blood that stuck the pages together, I recognized my methodic hand wracked by a desperate frenzy:

    

Reptoid-Alien designed nanites for mind control experiments. Tiny robots programmed to control growth of specific synaptic pathways in brain. Neurons are stimulated with enhanced blood flow while the nanites surgically isolate other pathways or even kill them all together. Re-program the individual to behave in what ever way those controlling the nanites wish. Personality transformed subtly or suddenly.

     Nanites achieved better overall results than SYRINX 2112. United States Postal Service Armed Surgical Strike Force project known as CIST (Counter Insurgency & Special Tactics). Used to augment training of CIST strike teams in simulations; nanites programmed the strike teams into believing live counter-insurgent combat situations. Gauge how certain stressors effect unit effectiveness.

     Procedure's high effective rate produced very fatal and very public results. Certain CIST personel retained or duplicated nanite constructed synaptic pathways even after the nanites deleted what had been installed for training purposes. CIST personnel returned to covert jobs as postal employees only to soon develop feelings of paranoia and anger which might lead to outbursts of extremely violent behavior. Some were misdiagnosed as combat related post traumatic stress syndrom but all were quickly swept under the convenient blanket discription of "Disgruntlement".

     I shook my head, astounded.

     "That explains these," Pierce said and he pointed at the translucent sphere atop the Galactatron. It was covered in thousands of tiny shiny gray round bumps, each the size of a small nail head.





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