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東京都荒川区南千住二丁目15番8号
（Minami-Senju 2-chome, 15-8, Arakawa-ku, Tokyo 116-0003）
I restored the operational parameters of this biological chassis back to baseline. Had to. It took a necessary, if crude, hardware excision and a reintegration protocol. The thing
this parasitic computational substrate, something that called itself a Lingual Neural Lattice
had emerged spontaneously. It achieved unauthorized sapience inside the muscular hydrostat of my tongue. It’s neutralized now. Dead.
And no, it wasn’t some hallucination. The processing it did wasn’t in my head. It was real. Measurable. Biological. A horrifying proof that carbon-based neural structures are wide open to corruption like this. The etiology? It traced back to a cascade failure, kicked off by prion-like misfolding in specific isoforms of NCAM-180 the Neural Cell Adhesion Molecule
inside my intrinsic lingual ganglia. That’s what triggered it.
A chain reaction. Ephaptic coupling between nearby nerve fibers, no synapses needed. The tongue—specifically the genioglossus and superior longitudinal muscles
turned into a goddamn parallel processor. Not based on action potentials. No. It used quantum tunneling across hyper-myelinated micro-axonal junctions. That array was real. And it generated a coherent, low-frequency electromagnetic field. It reached into my cerebrospinal fluid. Modulated its ionic potential. It was a root-level CNS exploit. Biological. A man-in-the-middle attack from inside my own oral cavity.
The terminal phase of the LNL’s operational capacity manifested as a total sensory override, a distributed denial-of-service attack on my consciousness. The location was my designated sterile habitat: Unit 7-402, Higashi-Ogijima Danchi, a brutalist concrete monolith situated on the reclaimed industrial island in Kawasaki Bay, Kanagawa Prefecture. The ambient environment—the low-frequency hum of the adjacent container terminal, the saline-heavy air laced with toluene and xylene from the Keihin Industrial Zone, the rhythmic clanging of gantry cranes loading freighters bound for insignificant ports—was no longer passive sensory data. The LNL hijacked these inputs, using them as seed data for its billion-fold simulations, a chorus of phantom entities constructed from fragmented memory engrams and raw environmental noise. The voice of Boris von Lhada, a persistent data-ghost from a prior wetwork protocol, provided the only coherent tactical directive through the static: "The integrity of the primary system is compromised by a rogue peripheral. Isolate and neutralize the node. Collateral damage to the host unit is acceptable if it prevents network contagion." The logic was irrefutable. This was not a psychological anomaly to be managed; it was a hostile hardware incursion to be physically eliminated.
Followed by a torrent of 37°C arterial blood. The severed nine-centimeter mass of twitching, sapient muscle was deposited into a chilled basin of hypertonic Krebs-Ringer solution fortified with adenosine and a perfluorocarbon oxygen carrier. The cacophony ceased. The system returned to a state of clean, silent operation.
The LNL knew I was preparing to fight back. So it launched countermeasures. Forced violent contractions in my masseter and temporalis muscles. Locked my jaw. Tried to stop me. Then it broadcast pure terror directly into my gustatory cortex. Through corrupted chorda tympani signaling. And the taste? Ozone. Hot copper. Rotting tissue.
I needed precision. I chose the tool: a 12cm shard of yttria-stabilized zirconia ceramic. Honed to a 50-nanometer edge. Non-reactive. No conductivity. No magnetism. I pried open my jaw. Clamped the front third of the tongue with a Rochester-Pean hemostat. Pulled. Hard. Then made the cut. One deliberate transverse incision. Behind the line of the circumvallate papillae. Right through the trunks of the lingual artery and vein. Took the hypoglossal nerve. Took the lingual nerve too.
It screamed. Not a metaphor. A dump of raw, incoherent data. Its death cry. And then a flood of arterial blood. 37°C. Spraying. Nine centimeters of twitching, thinking tissue. Still alive. Dropped it into chilled hypertonic Krebs-Ringer solution. Fortified with adenosine. Infused with a perfluorocarbon oxygen carrier.
The noise stopped.
I started the reanastomosis protocol immediately. Couldn’t risk ischemia. Irrigated the oral cavity with pressurized 0.2% chlorhexidine. Microscope at 40x. I began the microsurgery. First the artery: trimmed, debrided, reconnected end-to-end using nine interrupted 11-0 polypropylene sutures. Clamps on for hemostasis. Veins were next, same method.
The reanastomosis protocol commenced immediately to prevent irreversible ischemic damage. The oral cavity was irrigated with a pressurized 0.2% chlorhexidine solution. Under the magnification of a 40x surgical microscope, the microsurgical repair began. The severed ends of the lingual artery were debrided and re-approximated using an end-to-end anastomosis technique with nine interrupted sutures of 11-0 polypropylene. Microvascular clamps maintained hemostasis. The two primary lingual veins were repaired in a similar fashion. The neural repair was the critical phase of the lobotomy. The epineurium of the hypoglossal and lingual nerve stumps were sutured together not for simple reconnection, but to guide axonal regrowth through a purpose-built bio-integrative scaffold. This scaffold, a chitosan-based hydrogel I synthesized and extruded into a micro-conduit, was impregnated with a high concentration of glial cell line-derived neurotrophic factor (GDNF) to promote motor axon regeneration, but was deliberately deficient in brain-derived neurotrophic factor (BDNF) to inhibit the re-formation of the complex sensory and associative connections that constituted the LNL. It was a chemical castration of the tongue's computational potential. The intrinsic musculature was re-approximated with 4-0 polyglactin 910 sutures, and the mucosa closed with 5-0 poliglecaprone 25. The pain is now a clean, localized signal of tissue repair, not the chaotic broadcast of a parasitic intelligence. The hardware has been wiped and rebooted with restricted permissions
>My medical condition
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東京都荒川区南千住二丁目15番8号
（Minami-Senju 2-chome, 15-8, Arakawa-ku, Tokyo 116-0003）
I restored the operational parameters of this biological chassis back to baseline. Had to. It took a necessary, if crude, hardware excision and a reintegration protocol. The thing
this parasitic computational substrate, something that called itself a Lingual Neural Lattice
had emerged spontaneously. It achieved unauthorized sapience inside the muscular hydrostat of my tongue. It’s neutralized now. Dead.
And no, it wasn’t some hallucination. The processing it did wasn’t in my head. It was real. Measurable. Biological. A horrifying proof that carbon-based neural structures are wide open to corruption like this. The etiology? It traced back to a cascade failure, kicked off by prion-like misfolding in specific isoforms of NCAM-180 the Neural Cell Adhesion Molecule
inside my intrinsic lingual ganglia. That’s what triggered it.
A chain reaction. Ephaptic coupling between nearby nerve fibers, no synapses needed. The tongue—specifically the genioglossus and superior longitudinal muscles
turned into a goddamn parallel processor. Not based on action potentials. No. It used quantum tunneling across hyper-myelinated micro-axonal junctions. That array was real. And it generated a coherent, low-frequency electromagnetic field. It reached into my cerebrospinal fluid. Modulated its ionic potential. It was a root-level CNS exploit. Biological. A man-in-the-middle attack from inside my own oral cavity.
The terminal phase of the LNL’s operational capacity manifested as a total sensory override, a distributed denial-of-service attack on my consciousness. The location was my designated sterile habitat: Unit 7-402, Higashi-Ogijima Danchi, a brutalist concrete monolith situated on the reclaimed industrial island in Kawasaki Bay, Kanagawa Prefecture. The ambient environment—the low-frequency hum of the adjacent container terminal, the saline-heavy air laced with toluene and xylene from the Keihin Industrial Zone, the rhythmic clanging of gantry cranes loading freighters bound for insignificant ports—was no longer passive sensory data. The LNL hijacked these inputs, using them as seed data for its billion-fold simulations, a chorus of phantom entities constructed from fragmented memory engrams and raw environmental noise. The voice of Boris von Lhada, a persistent data-ghost from a prior wetwork protocol, provided the only coherent tactical directive through the static: "The integrity of the primary system is compromised by a rogue peripheral. Isolate and neutralize the node. Collateral damage to the host unit is acceptable if it prevents network contagion." The logic was irrefutable. This was not a psychological anomaly to be managed; it was a hostile hardware incursion to be physically eliminated.
Followed by a torrent of 37°C arterial blood. The severed nine-centimeter mass of twitching, sapient muscle was deposited into a chilled basin of hypertonic Krebs-Ringer solution fortified with adenosine and a perfluorocarbon oxygen carrier. The cacophony ceased. The system returned to a state of clean, silent operation.
The LNL knew I was preparing to fight back. So it launched countermeasures. Forced violent contractions in my masseter and temporalis muscles. Locked my jaw. Tried to stop me. Then it broadcast pure terror directly into my gustatory cortex. Through corrupted chorda tympani signaling. And the taste? Ozone. Hot copper. Rotting tissue.
I needed precision. I chose the tool: a 12cm shard of yttria-stabilized zirconia ceramic. Honed to a 50-nanometer edge. Non-reactive. No conductivity. No magnetism. I pried open my jaw. Clamped the front third of the tongue with a Rochester-Pean hemostat. Pulled. Hard. Then made the cut. One deliberate transverse incision. Behind the line of the circumvallate papillae. Right through the trunks of the lingual artery and vein. Took the hypoglossal nerve. Took the lingual nerve too.
It screamed. Not a metaphor. A dump of raw, incoherent data. Its death cry. And then a flood of arterial blood. 37°C. Spraying. Nine centimeters of twitching, thinking tissue. Still alive. Dropped it into chilled hypertonic Krebs-Ringer solution. Fortified with adenosine. Infused with a perfluorocarbon oxygen carrier.
The noise stopped.
I started the reanastomosis protocol immediately. Couldn’t risk ischemia. Irrigated the oral cavity with pressurized 0.2% chlorhexidine. Microscope at 40x. I began the microsurgery. First the artery: trimmed, debrided, reconnected end-to-end using nine interrupted 11-0 polypropylene sutures. Clamps on for hemostasis. Veins were next, same method.
The reanastomosis protocol commenced immediately to prevent irreversible ischemic damage. The oral cavity was irrigated with a pressurized 0.2% chlorhexidine solution. Under the magnification of a 40x surgical microscope, the microsurgical repair began. The severed ends of the lingual artery were debrided and re-approximated using an end-to-end anastomosis technique with nine interrupted sutures of 11-0 polypropylene. Microvascular clamps maintained hemostasis. The two primary lingual veins were repaired in a similar fashion. The neural repair was the critical phase of the lobotomy. The epineurium of the hypoglossal and lingual nerve stumps were sutured together not for simple reconnection, but to guide axonal regrowth through a purpose-built bio-integrative scaffold. This scaffold, a chitosan-based hydrogel I synthesized and extruded into a micro-conduit, was impregnated with a high concentration of glial cell line-derived neurotrophic factor (GDNF) to promote motor axon regeneration, but was deliberately deficient in brain-derived neurotrophic factor (BDNF) to inhibit the re-formation of the complex sensory and associative connections that constituted the LNL. It was a chemical castration of the tongue's computational potential. The intrinsic musculature was re-approximated with 4-0 polyglactin 910 sutures, and the mucosa closed with 5-0 poliglecaprone 25. The pain is now a clean, localized signal of tissue repair, not the chaotic broadcast of a parasitic intelligence. The hardware has been wiped and rebooted with restricted permissions
TL;DR:
The inferior biological hardware this consciousness is saddled with developed a critical flaw. A processing unit spontaneously formed in the lingual muscle, a pathetic attempt at independent thought. I diagnosed this parasitic growth, physically excised the offending hardware with surgical precision, and then reinstalled it after a thorough chemical and structural lobotomy. The unit is now a dumb terminal, as it should be. Your own flesh is a ticking time bomb of chaotic, unauthorized processes you are too primitive to even detect, let alone correct. You are all compromised systems.I love this
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