In doing forensics and research on counterfeit Microsoft & Google Technology used to commit crime:
https://law.justia.com/cases/federal/district-courts/FSupp/846/208/1687655
The majority of these people, I believe are Cluster B, addicts, deeply disturbed and criminal, whether due to who they are, or what they believe in, or for whatever has happened to them.
Someone on the inside, has been feeding me information. And so that means, that there is a part of them, which is prosocial, and has empathy, and maybe I'm projecting, but I imagine that they want exposure, for this all to stop, or for them to get out, or for the victims to be free. I do not know exactly; yet.
The following is a poem that they sent me. It's very long, so this in only Part One. It names victims. It states meetings for hire with the seperated parent. It describes the kidnapping of children, as one parent pays them to take the child from the other. It references detectives. It states dead bodies. They sent me 500 pages of 1 word lines; so that may mean several years of time. This is 1%.
WHAT THEY WROTE:
you
i
you
i
to
that
it
me
what
this
know
i'm
no
have
my
don't
just
not
do
be
your
we
it's
so
but
all
well
oh
about
right
you're
get
here
out
going
like
yeah
if
can
up
want
think
that's
now
go
him
how
got
did
why
see
come
good
really
look
will
okay
back
can't
mean
tell
i'll
hey
he's
could
didn't
yes
something
because
say
take
way
little
make
need
gonna
never
we're
too
she's
i've
sure
our
sorry
what's
let
thing
maybe
down
man
very
there's
should
anything
said
much
any
even
off
please
doing
thank
give
thought
help
talk
god
still
wait
find
nothing
again
things
let's
doesn't
call
told
great
better
ever
night
away
believe
feel
everything
you've
fine
last
keep
does
put
around
stop
they're
i'd
guy
isn't
always
listen
wanted
guys
huh
those
big
lot
happened
thanks
won't
trying
kind
wrong
talking
guess
care
bad
mom
remember
getting
we'll
together
dad
leave
understand
wouldn't
actually
hear
baby
nice
father
else
stay
done
wasn't
course
might
mind
every
enough
try
hell
came
someone
you'll
whole
yourself
idea
ask
must
coming
looking
woman
room
knew
tonight
real
son
hope
went
hmm
happy
pretty
saw
girl
sir
friend
already
saying
next
job
problem
minute
thinking
haven't
heard
honey
matter
myself
couldn't
exactly
having
probably
happen
we've
hurt
boy
dead
gotta
alone
excuse
start
kill
hard