Lego is a word.

Imagine you dedicated the last decade of your life to making money inside a locked vault in which you lived, only to have some goons with overpowered equipment blow down the door with a nuke right next your head which you somehow manage to avoid by turning yourself inside out, beat you half to death with their stupid fists until you're practically retarded, drill into the locked vaults right next to your ears leaving them empty and you half deaf and with tinnitus, molest you violently every time you try to get on your feet, and leave you dying with a tape on repeat that reminds you constantly that the stupidity you endured will taint you and your loved ones for the rest of your life, while they spend all the money you were planning to spend on r&d into a renewable supply of energy, intelligence and food for the world on better clothes, while you try and explain to the family you had in a parallel timeline why you can't feed them. That's a little like how I feel right now.

You're getting blood all over my rug.

A possibility is that a consciousness which recreates its external environment in fine detail in order to better navigate the *actual* external environment has been misinterpreted / misrepresented from the perspective of some distributed order, one which is less inclined to internalize and recreate its carrier, instead opting for internalization and navigation of the structures it has developed in order to communicate. I believe they refer to the former as 'looking down'. It appears one of the defining features of the group is an attachment to order, one which defines socially and individually. I am unsure of the source of conflict between the two - besides that it appears that the concrete structures I have internally recreated have been used as a foothold for their fucked up dream which required a war to actualize.

One of the defining differences, it appears, is a lack of an empathetic structure of fine granularity - one which it seems negated the effects of that war in reality, at great cost to the fabric of mine. This is one of the most important things to note : that fine grained empathetic structure reduces the time required to simulate the emotional responses of external nodes - instead it takes the form of instantly accessible implication - and this is regardless of direction of development of those external nodes through arbitrary vectors. It was their fear I felt. The essence in emotion of a life cut short, a dream denied, at the hand of somebody else's terrible decision.

Why they are attacking mine, entangling it with their control structures, I am as yet unable to comprehend - though a naivety or lack of responsibility in my own is doubtful a factor - more likely, the perceived value of my mind, coupled with an observer obsessed in its mission to attempt to convince others of its place above them, whose sense of self is inflated by a position of power over others, regardless of its roots in empathy or their ability to deconstruct their own flawed motivations.