Chapter 16: How the System Actually Responds

I’ve been saying for a long time that we are living inside a crowdsourced simulation. A system that doesn’t have to consciously choose to harm, because it runs on the unconscious narratives of the culture.

This chapter is not theory. It is a case file of my life. Screenshots, videos, and lived experience show how the system actually responds to a woman in danger.

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The Crowdsourced Sim

Reality behaves less like a chain of deliberate decisions and more like an algorithm trained on our unconscious biases.

Institutions don’t “decide” to fail you. They follow scripts written long ago.

People inside systems don’t have to actively choose harm; the structure enacts harm through inertia.

What shows up looks like “coincidences,” “glitches,” or “anomalies.” But patterns reveal themselves.

This is what I mean when I say we live inside a crowdsourced simulation. Our unconscious beliefs become the operating code, and then the machine plays those beliefs back at us.

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Quantum Minds and Filtered Perception

Scientists like Roger Penrose and Stuart Hameroff have argued that the mind may operate on quantum processes inside neurons. Whether or not their Orch-OR theory is the final answer, it underscores what my life demonstrates every day:

Our perception is not neutral. It is filtered, constructed, and profoundly vulnerable to narrative bias.

Neuroscience shows perception is predictive — we see what we expect to see.

Psychology shows we miss what we’re not primed for (inattentional blindness).

Culture and language define what categories are even available to our senses.

So when a woman says, “I’m in danger,” the system does not see reality. It sees a pre-written story: unstable, unreliable, unworthy of response.

That story collapses possibility fields into outcomes.

That story is why my survival is treated as optional.

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The Digital Mirror

Nowhere is this clearer than online. The digital layer is supposed to be a neutral index of what exists. It’s not.

When I search my name on a stranger’s laptop, none of my work comes up. Not my Substack. Not my YouTube. Not my WITI leadership profile. What appears instead are mugshot sites and arrest-record scrapers.

This is impossible by SEO. I publish daily. I create lengthy, authoritative essays. By every metric, I should be the top result.

But I am erased, while negative fabrications are boosted.

The algorithm amplifies the unconscious narrative: “she is criminal, she is unstable, she does not exist as a leader.” It doesn’t need a person pulling strings. It simply reproduces the data-field it has been fed.

The Zombie Apocalypse in Plain Sight

To see this machinery in motion, look at a man like Wes Pierce—a marketing Substack writer preaching his four-part formula for creative freedom: build an audience, make a product, automate your life.

He believes he’s innovating. In truth, he’s broadcasting the Patriarchy OS in perfect form: certainty, control, monetization, self-promotion, safety for men, invisibility for women.

Because he repeats the code, the OS rewards him.

Algorithms boost him. Sponsors appear. The system recognizes its own language and protects its speaker.

He isn’t plotting harm; he’s running inherited software.

But when a woman confronts that script—when she says, “this system is killing us”—the swarm reverses polarity. The same collective energy that rewards the repeaters now mobilizes to erase the disruptors.

Its vocabulary is automatic: You’re crazy. You’re a victim. You need help.

These are not opinions; they’re defense protocols.

Civilization behaves like a zombie hive defending its infection.

The applause showered on the Wes Pierces of the world is the same mechanism that tries to kill those who reveal the disease. This is the zombie apocalypse: an operating system rewarding its own decay while attacking the cure.

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The Hollowed-Out Zombie

Pierce has no idea he’s a hollowed-out extension of the OS.

He feels free, creative, prosperous. In reality, he’s a conduit of a structure that erases empathy and turns violence into virtue.

And like every zombie narrative, the zombies hunt the living.

Those still capable of feeling, seeing, or naming truth become the targets.

Their aliveness exposes the infection, so the hive moves to annihilate them.

The Paradox of Power

Patriarchy is a grotesque inversion of merit:

It hands the dull command over the brilliant, gives the frightened dominion over the courageous, places extraordinary women in the custody of ordinary men.

The men mistake ownership for genius.

They’ve been handed the keys to a Ferrari when they merit a donkey—and tell themselves they deserve the roar.

Everywhere power is borrowed, this pattern repeats: the night-shift guard with a badge becomes a tyrant. The illusion of power intoxicates him.

Patriarchy institutionalizes that illusion. What it calls protection is captivity.

Behind the uniform stands machinery: brutality to frighten, deception to confuse, fraud to impoverish, crime to trap.

It ensures the women never escape—and the guards never realize the fortress they defend is a prison built to keep captive and extract from their betters.

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“Help” That Isn’t Help

After fleeing violence and trafficking, I was placed in what was described as a safe house. In reality it was a small residence with four male ex-convicts. That was the “help” I was given as a female trafficking victim and domestic-violence survivor.

One of the residents told me that Martin O. had been to jail for brutalizing women. I understand that is hearsay, so I am stating it as what I was told, not as a proven court record.

What I can state with authority is this:

I lived in the house with Martin O. for a year.

I personally recorded more than one hundred videos of his stalking, menacing, and threatening behaviour.

In several of those videos he is holding a knife and advancing on me.

I personally saw twenty restraining orders he had filed against the previous woman who lived there and witnessed him repeatedly calling police on her.

As a psychotherapist with extensive experience working with male sociopaths, I can professionally assess his behaviour as consistent with that of a hardened sexual-offender sociopath. I make that assessment on the basis of contemporaneous observation, documentation, and video testimony which I have published on my YouTube channel “Abolitionists …” [Insert link].

And yet, when you search my name online, none of this context appears. Instead, the search results show mugshot and arrest-record spam about me — the victim — while erasing the hundreds of videos, essays, and evidence I’ve produced. It inverts reality: I appear as the predator while the actual predator is invisible---

Documented Harassment in My Own Home

I have over one hundred videos showing what happened:

Martin O. stalking me every time I entered the kitchen or bathroom.

Four or five videos of him threatening me with a knife.

Several videos of him shoving me, coming at me aggressively, menacing me in public areas of the house.

https://youtube.com/shorts/6azG0yj2olw?si=D_HpWQeIeF4wd1PA

https://youtu.be/jAL86QwevRI?si=64QxE1OXNXXfKJ-C

https://youtube.com/shorts/MQm8tN6DHZw?si=BlzIZJ_0LHyHbHk_

https://youtu.be/eVmYWwuKCcI?si=KzsqLNBPfjvl3nJ0

The landlords — Bacs — did nothing (paid for by our tax dollars). I confronted them on camera. They walked away, knowing they were being caught, refusing to intervene.

https://youtube.com/shorts/unHRx6F30Sc?si=8Ng8oMmGzdVDRqjk

https://youtu.be/XNPKIRU23Is?si=JbbpGYBOdiGVxgsa

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Food Theft and the Bike Lock

Martin O. also stole food from my fridge. Then, for reasons known only to him, he put a bike lock on his own fridge.

I thought: If he can lock his fridge to protect his food, I should be able to lock mine to protect mine. So I put a bike lock on my fridge.

BACS personnel came into the house, cut off my lock, but left his lock on his fridge.

This, too, is on video.

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Warnings Ignored

Alongside the stalking and physical intimidation, the harassment included direct threats to my life. I told BACS (Bay Area Community Services) about it. I have a video of this: me telling one of their leaders, on camera, that this man is threatening me with a knife in my own home — and the leader literally turns and walks away.

No intervention. No call to the police. No safety plan. Nothing.

I documented everything: the stalking, the knife, the threats, my reports to the landlord and to BACS, and their visible indifference on camera. It is all there, recorded at the time it happened.

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When Calling for Help Brings More Harm

Every time I called the police for protection in that house, the response was the opposite of protection.

Officers did not separate the aggressor from the victim.

They came after me.

I was physically assaulted by Oakland Police while I was the victim. There should be body-cam footage available of these incidents — the assaults happened in my own home, during calls for help. In some cases, I have my own videos showing the moments before and after.

[Placeholder for body-cam request reference]

This is not how a system is supposed to behave. It’s a mirror of the same pattern I’ve been describing: the unconscious narrative that marks women who report abuse as “the problem” is so strong that even emergency responders invert the situation. The victim becomes the suspect. The aggressor is left untouched.

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The Bank: Locked Out of My Own Money

When my bag and wallet were stolen, I tried to do the most basic thing: replace my debit card. Instead, I entered a maze of “inexplicable” blocks.

I couldn’t update my address in the app.

Branch staff couldn’t update it either.

Customer service eventually changed it.

But when I tried to order a card, the system demanded an RSA key I had never been issued.

Then it accepted email verification — only to declare that email “no longer acceptable.”

It required a text message.

The text never came.

The bank staff admitted: “We’ve never seen this before. It’s utterly unusual.” And then they shrugged. No escalation. No override. No card.

Result: I remain outside, without access to my own money, sleeping in the rain.

This is what “the system” looks like in real time. Not a single villain. Not one deliberate hand. Just a machine that enacts the unconscious narrative until the victim is erased.

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The Church Porch

For over a month I slept on the porch of a church that had flyers taped everywhere promising emergency shelter and housing assistance.

Not once did they offer me a bed. Not once did they follow through on their own flyers.

The narrative says: Help is here.

The reality says: You’re on your own. And we're trying to kill you.

The system maintains the appearance of compassion while functionally abandoning the women right outside its doors.

Stripped of Safety

My purse and bag were stolen from a hiding place so secure there’s no way it was an accident. Someone waited until I stepped away and took everything.

Months before, and we'll documented here, before, Berkeley police confiscated my tent, and my sleeping bag. They left me to sleep in the rain. They also refused to make a police report about 6 times about the 20 million theft by Ben Douglas.

This is what happens when women speak out: piece by piece, the basics of survival are taken away — shelter, identification, access to money. All with plausible deniability. The effect is the same as if someone set out to kill you.

Most women stay silent, stay enslaved, and swallow their rage. Many are eventually killed by their predator in their own home because they have nowhere else to go and they have been silenced. This is how the hidden holocaust of violence against women sustains itself — not just through direct acts, but through systems that quietly enable predators and punish victims.

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Cut Off

Now, at this moment, I have no access to my own money. No card. No ID. No bed.

To replace an ID, I need a police report. To get a card, I need verification codes that never arrive. To be safe, I need institutions to honor their own promises. None of it comes through.

Meanwhile, my work is erased from search engines and replaced with mugshot spam.

Meanwhile, churches post flyers about shelter while I sleep on their porch.

Meanwhile, landlords and service providers walk away while a man threatens me with a knife.

I am worth $100 billion in stolen assets and suppressed projects. And yet I am penniless in the rain.

This is not a glitch. This is how the system actually responds.

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Why I Document

I document because this is not just about me.

It is the same pattern repeating across women’s lives: erased, criminalized, ignored, punished for surviving.

The people inside the system may not even know they are doing it. But they are. And the evidence is here: screenshots, videos, lived experience.

I am writing this chapter so no one can say they didn’t know.

This is not just my story; it is the template for how systems destroy women who speak out.

Resources & Evidence

Digital Erasure

Screenshot: Bing search results for my name showing mugshot/aggregator sites [Insert image/link]

Screenshot: Missing Substack / YouTube / WITI profile from top search results [Insert image/link]

Bank Lockout

Screenshot: Wells Fargo “invalid city” error when updating address

Screenshot: Duplicate phone number entry error

Screenshot: RSA key prompt (never issued to me)

Screenshot: Email verification code received but rejected

Notes: Staff statements — “We’ve never seen this before. It’s utterly unusual.”

Church Porch

Photo: Flyers outside church promising “Emergency Shelter” / “Housing Assistance”

Notes: One month sleeping on church porch, no housing ever offered

Housing & Harassment

Video stills: Martin O. stalking me in kitchen/bathroom

Video stills: Martin O. threatening me with a knife (4–5 videos)

Video stills: Martin O. shoving me, advancing aggressively

Video: Landlords (Bats) walking away when confronted on camera

Video: BACS leader walking away when I report threats with a knife

Video: Fridge with my bike lock cut off, Martin O.’s bike lock left intact

Notes: 20 restraining orders seen with my own eyes, filed against a previous woman in the house

Police Response

Notes: Each time I called police, I was arrested instead of protected

Video stills: Moments before and after Oakland Police assaults on me

Placeholder: Oakland PD body-cam request (should exist for each assault call)

Stripped of Safety

Notes: Purse and bag stolen from secure hiding place

Notes: Police confiscated purse, tent, and sleeping bag, leaving me to sleep in rain

Screenshot/Photo: (If available) confiscation receipts or absence of them

Public Documentation

TikTok short: Violent sociopath predator attacking a woman (posted under @Patriarchywhistleblower) [Insert screenshot/video link]

TikTok/YouTube post: Criminal BACS personnel attempting to break and enter [Insert screenshot/video link]

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Author’s Note

I’ve written more than 500 essays like this. Since escaping trafficking, I’ve been silenced, throttled, and erased everywhere — on Substack, TikTok, Twitter, BlueSky, Medium, even in email and direct contact. My life is in ongoing extreme danger because everything I'm saying is right.

This archive is therefore two things: a record of my work, and a record of its erasure. Digital erasure, kept hidden from the general public, is the quiet prelude to the bottomless atrocity of the hidden holocaust murdering women. Despite being worth $100 billion, I am kept isolated, destitute, and homeless because of this horrific gender based violent crime.

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