Caroline Macy walked me through The 8th Floor Social Media headquarters showing me the me offices of the many contributors to the 8th Floor search engine and all that owning such an engine implied.
Lastly Caroline took me to the basement
A low lit cavernous
area she called "Ground Control"
Men and women in helmets ,wires coming out visor ,goggles ,body suits
in front of computer screen which contained words
and constantly shifting images

"The Tele-Operators think to the subject who are dummied up with neural prosthetics
and upon those screens they hear and see  what the Proxy see and hear in response "

I looked over the shoulder of what Caroline referred to as -a Mandler
seeing the back of someone's head presumably in a supermarket

On another screen was a type of digital display of what I suppose was the owner of the eyes
looking at someone's rather badly dyed bob
brain scan / Brain Map was in the context
 of impatience at grocery store

all bright purple and green
Changing
 To yellow
When the Proxy 's captured gaze realized
"Mine turn"

"Idiot cashier thinks some idiot smile is gonna to make up for how fukin'slow she is "

I read upon the screen while seeing presumably the Proxy's hand begin
place a bottle of coconut water on the converter belt "

"..and How are we doing today ." I hear from one of the computer speakers

And next the words of the customer / Proxy in a tone that did not go at all with his inner now - now outwardly  to the "Mandlers" computer "Fine .And how are you today."

Caroline tapped the Mandler on the shoulder and
 I saw him visibly flinch
as if he had been woken
 From a dream
Taking off his his headset and his see through visor
he looked at me with something of a
 glare ,as if I had interrupted his show

Caroline Macy said "This is Biff Corliss who will be working in public relations. Biff I'd like you to meet Curtis Figer"

Through some kind of glove Curtis shook my hand and Caroline continued the tour ,whispering "It's not all so remedial Let me show you"


I followed Caroline through the dozens and dozens of Mandlers dressed in headsets and bound to wires
Thinking for a moment that the subjects dosed with biotech were lucky they weren't so encumbered

In a section of "control room" partitioned   separate from the others I saw a man dressed as the others in headset with his fingers on his temples .A focused look upon his face of that appeared both amused and cruel .On his computer was an image of a ceiling fixture swirling with a animated pink elephants that next became scorpions Than  bugs than pink elephants again .

"Knock it off Nazi pig " the words said on the computer

"Or what Dumbo ? You gonna write a poem?  Gonna sit write down and write yourself a letter? Mail a letter to whom this time talking about what a crazy ,delusional mental patient you are..that someone dosed you with nanotech..Or you gonna do something finally to get your point across

Strange ..disturbing actually how you keep going back to the Holocaust..as this occupation you have with such variable is exactly why we needed you to help us give reason why this unfortunate point in history should and must be "re-imagined" as not taking place at all," The Voice imparts

I receive what the Artificial Intelligence .The Brain Computer Interface  has taught me is called - pack

A very quick transference of wordless thought / knowledge 

( it matters nothing it is not my own )

that this is one of the reasons so many presumed False Flag events are being performed

so people might begin to question 

all world events

According to the interface

the notion of a Singularity 

A "Hive Mind"

being compared to the caging and encamping of the individual 

- and people's comparisons to Group Think

as Nazi 

Stasi like 

will Ruin the inevitability 

not only for the New Way's engineers

but more so for the unfortunates like yourself 

who either adapt to the change

or condemn these needed social reforms