TODAY WE POST SCREENSHOTS
FROM REBEL ASKLEP’S LAST DARKNET THREAD.
THANKS TO ALL WHO PROVIDED EVIDENCE
TO SUPPORT OUR CASE AGAINST NEUROCENTRX.
I have eight minutes til they get me.
I am a neuroscientist. Call me Rebel Asklep. I just resigned from NeuroCentRx – yes, that company. The one behind Emotico AI – the implant that turns love’s losers into winners. All those fluffy soft-focus ads: “With Emotico AI, I found love” – blech, right?
Assuming their tracers are on me, here’s what you need to know before they take me down. Screenshot and share far and wide, brothers and sisters …
The Product
So they’ve been trying to get people to accept implants for decades. Hey, your dog has one so how bad can it be? They use the nudge method, of course. Like they start by putting more fun stuff on your smart phone, then before you know it your phone is a tracking device and you’re the product. Or they tell you cards are easier than cash, then they invent electronic money and get rid of cash. All so they can see what you’re doing, when and who with.
Emotico AI is the same. Can’t get laid? Here’s a brain implant that helps. Thin end of the wedge? You bet. After you get laid, you discover their plan – to read your brainwaves, store them and analyse them to work out how people respond to news. To advertising. Whatever you come across. The goal? Total control, of course.
And you might ask why I’m doing this. It’s simple. One day I woke up and realised humanity meant more to me than $300,000 a year and stock options. Yes, stock options that would have put me on an alpaca farm in British Columbia inside five years, taking yachting holidays in Fiji so the neighbours knew I had more dollar than Jay-Z: but what’s the point if everyone around you is an implanted zombie?
Anyway – that product: a brain implant that lets the user interpret sense perceptions differently. And it works with the user’s phone to study the behaviour of what they charmingly call “the target” – in other words, the person you want to get with.
Ever wondered what that guy thinks about you? Emotico AI lets you know – and trains you to respond to what turns that person on. Makes them want you.
I know it only got to the trial stage, but the results were magnetic. And I’m going to tell you the stuff they didn’t tell you in the ads. You know, the ones with the cheesy seventies funk soundtrack and camera lenses smeared in vaseline. (Yes, I may have watched the odd sketchy video in my idle moments, pretending to be “working” on data analytics when GPT was doing it for me. AI has some uses – but altering human impulse ain’t one.) Anyway – cop this for a case study:
Benny and Jane
Benny was a full-on loser. Three hundred pounds on a good day, bottle-bottom spectacles, the works. Never had a girlfriend, of course. Serial dieter who couldn’t walk past Dunkin Donuts without going in. Anyway, he got the implant. First thing his read-out told him was he needed to lose weight. Wow, that was worth fifteen hours of brain surgery.
What made the difference this time is the implant worked on his dopamine receptors to suppress his appetite. Dude lost a hundred twenty pounds in six months. He’d never looked better. Started working out – guided by the app. Bought new clothes, got a haircut – ditto.
This Jane he wanted worked in the same office as Benny. She’d won a scholarship to Brown and studied Anthropology, graduating cum laude. She was doing PA work to save money before law school. Wanted to be a human rights lawyer for refugees.
She was also a raging beauty: black hair fine as a spider’s web, generous mouth, skin like milk, eyes the colour of driftwood. She was in a relationship with a lawyer for Amnesty who’d got his letters in Lacrosse and Rugby from Amherst.
She’d probably notice a stain on the carpet more than she noticed Benny. But he was filming her and feeding the results into the app. Now trust me – this app is pure evil. The algo from hell. It records expressions, hand gestures, analyses haptic recognition of body language, the works. And it plays everything it records off against psychological typologies.
In other words, it reads “the target’s” (love that word!) every movement. Here’s a slice of Benny talking to Jane and the inputs the system fed over the air to Benny’s implant.
B: Hi Jane
J: Hi Benny
IMPLANT: SMILE, STEP BACK
[B smiles and steps away]
B: How was your weekend?
J: Fine thank you and yours?
IMPLANT: ARMS FOLDED=DEFENSIVE POSTURE. SMILE, OFFER COFFEE
And on it goes. Unimpressive, right? But over weeks, as the data builds and the system hears more of how Jane speaks and what she says, it gets more refined. Works out her ideal man is Genghiz Khan with a PhD in Literature. In other words, she has unreal expectations. And the system knows how to deal with that.
Thus Benny takes up reading Dostoyevsky and crafting handmade tables and chairs in his spare time. He also talks about his new hobbies in the office, backed up by prompts from his implant of course. The Brothers Karamazov for Dummies. How to look like you spend your spare time being Harrison Ford – part carpenter, part sensitive hunk.
Listen, I could spend all day on one case but know this: it worked. Six months later, Benny had his dream girl in his arms. What happened next wasn’t so great. See, power got to Benny. The power of Emotico AI.
The Comedown
Turns out Benny got used to controlling Jane thanks to Emotico AI. Not just that, but he was kind of insecure which is why he never had a girlfriend in the first place and ate enough to feed the entire Pacific fleet.
What happens when someone is obsessed with someone else, and figures out how they work? You already know, right? Benny learned how to wrap Jane round his finger. Got her to stop washing and dressing nice. Got her to put on weight so she’d never be attractive to other men. Told her she was useless and she believed him. Then she got depressed and took an overdose of pills. No more Jane. And Benny’s suing NeuroCentRx for what he did. Go figure, right?
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DIRECT DENIAL OF SERVICE ERROR 704
OK I’m back. That was their first takedown. I’ve got a couple more minutes, then they’ll get me. I’m on a mirror site now. And if it looks like I’m coming from Azerbaijan, guess what I am. I got a ton more cases, but here are two beauties. If you’re of a nervous disposition, skip the next bit and hit the science stuff. Assuming I get it up in time.
Laure and Sebastien
This is another file NeuroCentRx want excluded from the court case. Different picture, same sketch. Sebastien is the archetypal shy guy at work in Nantes, France. Likes to hit the gym and look after himself but doesn’t talk about dating or girlfriends.
His coworkers suspect he might be gay or whatever. But Laure – who never eats and has treatment for it, picks her teeth with a needle and self-harms, wants a man and Sebastien is that guy.
Laure does what Benny did – only this time the app told her to start eating more (I guess her family doctor and reams of medical professionals didn’t matter as much as some software subroutine) and stop cutting her forearms. Like Benny, the implant helped her overcome her, shall we say, less desirable traits and like Benny, she got what she wanted – Sebastien.
The app let her know Sebastien needed to be guided. Or less politely, dominated. And she liked that. Thing is, it worked too well and – you may start to see a pattern now – Sebastien ended up dangling from a rope in his Mum’s garage.
You can tell me Sebastien and Jane should have run away. But understand this: Emotico AI tells the user what the target is thinking. What they’re going to do before they do it. And it tells them how to respond so they’re not at risk of showing human sympathy or kindness – not unless it’s going to “fulfil our mission”, aka keep the user dominant.
Horrible, right? Well, wait til you hear this last case. The one right there in the public eye – only no-one knows it involves Emotico AI. I’m not giving you any background but … remember that celebrity who got fined for beating up his lover? Yeah, them. They were on Emotico when they did it. I’ll let the transcript do the talking:
XXXX[REDACTED]: You bitch. Get down. Like a dog, whore.
RADU: Stop [REDACTED]. Please. Stop. I just want to go home.
XXXX[REDACTED]: I’ve paid for you. I might just kill you.
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I just left my rental. On a burner now. Need to keep posting. Their goons are on me. They brute forced my WiFi and they know where I am. I may as well tell you so you can find me. Regina, Saskatchewan. Yep – hardly the centre of the universe. But that’s the point. I’m going North to the lakes: but I’ll keep posting til they get me.
The PDP
What’s the PDP? The Product Development Plan. Like I said, helping losers get laid was just the start. A loss-leader for the lovely guys who were my bosses. And you can bet government was in on it as well – just like the CIA funded Google Maps, streetview and all that.
After they got enough people to take up the implant – and let me tell you, there were plenty according to market research, I mean millions world-wide – they planned to data pool with the fitness trackers and the smartwatch makers to start selling hybridization tools.
What’s a hybridization tool? The first steps towards creating cyborgs, that’s what. Want robots to do all the work for you but can’t get the biodynamics right? Why not turn human beings into robots? We’re talking software that would tell people what to do in any situation for the best outcome – at work, on the sports field, when painting, writing, whatever.
Think I’m bullshitting? Think people would never fall for this stuff?
Then picture this. You’re working away at your job. For some reason, one of your peers keeps making the smart decisions. And they never seem to waste any time and they always turn up looking perfect. They know what the boss is looking for before the boss does themselves. Wouldn’t you want to be that person? The person who scores the winning points, writes the story everyone wants to read, paints a masterpiece – just one implant from NeuroCentRx and all your dreams come true.
My God I’m tired. I just want to rest. But it won’t be long until I sleep forever. I gave up a future of idle riches and chose death so I could bust this truth. Give me just another minute.
Aldous Huxley saw it all coming – want to enslave people? Get them to love their slavery. And my former employer has seen to it that people will love their slavery for the price of an implant and eight hours under the knife – until they realise they’ve been become murderous psychopaths devoid of any emotions other than those permitted by an algo dreamed up by some emotionally stunted maths nerd with a bad messiah complex.
I’m being followed. There are two cars on my tail. If you read “£”£$$ this screenshot 010101 it. I still haWEQW to tell you the worst they did research into DNA “£$% on Benny J@ny &”£” and it permanently alters everything from telomere length to epigenetic materials, mitochondrial DNA in other words GTACT*()^&”£$”!!
I never wanted this. I would rather have been a drunk, a liar and a thief. I would rather have pegged out on junk at thirty in some shitty motel in Nowheresville than be here, running away from goons on the Canadian tundra. Remember me to my mother. Life is beautiful – please live it honestly. You don’t need machines, you don’t need WEGAATTGCCA!”%^&*((&!++
SCREENSHOTS END
THE TRIAL AGAINST NEUROCENTRX
AT THE INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL COURT CONTINUES.
J.W. Wood is the author of six books of poems, a collection of stories and a novel. He has reviewed for The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The National Post (Canada). Poems in the TLS, The Poetry Review, AGNI (USA), The South-West Review and more; short fiction in Thriller Magazine, Short Story Substack, Crimeucopia (UK), Black Cat Mystery Magazine and many more. A joint UK/Canadian citizen, he currently lives in North-East Scotland. jwwoodwriter.net
Published 10/30/26