PAC Requesting Approval
PAC Requested (Which job): Executive Researcher
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Nalysiä hated her face. It was wrong, it was wretched, deformed, unseemly. Three mm of deviation from her left eye to her nose from the right. Ghastly freckles and acne scars. A horrific figure that she cringed at most noticeably when looking at everyone else, for everyone else was fine. They were not deformed. Hideous. Slightly as she was.
She deep down knew, she was not so much worse, or even at all as she thought. But knowing a thing is different from being able to believe it day and night. Especially when that thing insists on its correctness every time you glance upon a mirror. She tried at first to remove the memory of her face. A dosage of Class E with a primer phrase targets all memories of her face. But upon taking the amnestics, she awoke with a new face to her, one that she hated, one that disgusted her.
She needed something more powerful. Clearly her hatred of face was not memory related. It was beyond such. She knew of a rumor of a device that could remove things from existence.
She was not foolish enough to remove her face from existence but if she could remove the concept of how ugly her face was from the nöosphere then everything would go back to normal. She would be ok.
So she petitioned for time on it. Perfect the memetic matrixes that would make her no longer feel such loathing towards her face. As a Senior researcher she had privileged access to the machine. A quick That's classified and direct orders made quick her path. And so the sequence launched. And it turns out trying to expunge a concept, especially one so transitory as one's dislike for their face, despite being a utter waste of the power of a multibillion dollar eigenweapon, is also not so simple. Was her hatred of the face she had gone so far to remove gone yes. But something else had taken its place , for it was not not just removed, but negated a one made into a negative.
Her face, it existed but was a spot sore in the nöosphere. Collectively any perception of her face would leave a blank in one's mind. She has succeeded in some sense. But, now she had to live with the horror of being seen but never being known how she looked. Could you recognize it was her. Yes the same way you can recognize a black hole, from the effect around it, or rather that's which is missing. You would see a face, but not know what you are looking at. A body and you look up… Something but not… not a face. It is not a face. It is not something but most definitely not a face.
Nalysiä was tribunaled, demoted to a clearance level one researcher, given an injunction to never be allowed off foundation property again, and mandated monthly evaluations of compliance with site regulation with special interest in amnestic use. When she was given the injunction of ever leaving foundation prosperty, she was told never again would anyone she knew outside of the foundation be allowed to see her. Her family, her friends, her wife were all gone to her. And so research became the one escape.
Did she make a mistake that will forever tarnish her reputation, life, and existence. Yes. But given no other option she ran forward, both in her career and in her life. In past lies pain so no matter what she pushed forward ever higher, and eventually surpassing the grounds in which she once was.
Nalysiä Mierconcich, faceless exec.
She deep down knew, she was not so much worse, or even at all as she thought. But knowing a thing is different from being able to believe it day and night. Especially when that thing insists on its correctness every time you glance upon a mirror. She tried at first to remove the memory of her face. A dosage of Class E with a primer phrase targets all memories of her face. But upon taking the amnestics, she awoke with a new face to her, one that she hated, one that disgusted her.
She needed something more powerful. Clearly her hatred of face was not memory related. It was beyond such. She knew of a rumor of a device that could remove things from existence.
She was not foolish enough to remove her face from existence but if she could remove the concept of how ugly her face was from the nöosphere then everything would go back to normal. She would be ok.
So she petitioned for time on it. Perfect the memetic matrixes that would make her no longer feel such loathing towards her face. As a Senior researcher she had privileged access to the machine. A quick That's classified and direct orders made quick her path. And so the sequence launched. And it turns out trying to expunge a concept, especially one so transitory as one's dislike for their face, despite being a utter waste of the power of a multibillion dollar eigenweapon, is also not so simple. Was her hatred of the face she had gone so far to remove gone yes. But something else had taken its place , for it was not not just removed, but negated a one made into a negative.
Her face, it existed but was a spot sore in the nöosphere. Collectively any perception of her face would leave a blank in one's mind. She has succeeded in some sense. But, now she had to live with the horror of being seen but never being known how she looked. Could you recognize it was her. Yes the same way you can recognize a black hole, from the effect around it, or rather that's which is missing. You would see a face, but not know what you are looking at. A body and you look up… Something but not… not a face. It is not a face. It is not something but most definitely not a face.
Nalysiä was tribunaled, demoted to a clearance level one researcher, given an injunction to never be allowed off foundation property again, and mandated monthly evaluations of compliance with site regulation with special interest in amnestic use. When she was given the injunction of ever leaving foundation prosperty, she was told never again would anyone she knew outside of the foundation be allowed to see her. Her family, her friends, her wife were all gone to her. And so research became the one escape.
Did she make a mistake that will forever tarnish her reputation, life, and existence. Yes. But given no other option she ran forward, both in her career and in her life. In past lies pain so no matter what she pushed forward ever higher, and eventually surpassing the grounds in which she once was.
Nalysiä Mierconcich, faceless exec.
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“Concept: Self loathing of face”
“Concept: Misapprehension of face
“Memory: Hatred of mirrors
“Memory: Disliking face
“Memory: Avoiding seeing face”
“Concept: Misapprehension of face
“Memory: Hatred of mirrors
“Memory: Disliking face
“Memory: Avoiding seeing face”
Entry from the Diary of Nalysiä Mierconcich Dated 12/15/23
Entry from the Diary of Nalysiä Mierconcich Dated 12/18/23
Entry from the Diary of Nalysiä Mierconcich Dated 12/18.5/23
Entry from the Diary of Nalysiä Mierconcich Dated 1/05/23
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