From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Date: Sun, 06 Sep 92 06:44:39 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Summary: How I discovered that the clones were being created at hospitals...
Keywords: clones,invasion,aliens,stollman


It was the summer of 1982.  I had spent time in two mental hospitals by
this time, the first one, at PATH and Goodwood Mental Hospital in
Tallahassee, (Goodwood is no longer there) and Rollman Psychiatric Center
in Cinncinati, Ohio, which I was forced into after driving away from town
in terror when I knew that my mom had somehow been replaced, and half the
Sheriff's Dept. showed up at my apartment to try to force me into PATH
again.  I had to lie to my dad and promise him that I would go into a
halfway house to get him to drive me back to Tallahassee from Ohio.  When
we got back, I took all my stuff and moved into Colony Club Apartments,
where I live to this day, mainly because it is the closest one to school
and has what I consider to be the best swimming pool in town.

I had gotten back to FSU too late to get into any classes, so I spent most
of my time on the Plato computer system programming and learning.  Plato
is the greatest education machine in the world, or I should say WAS, as
CDC, their parent company, just filed for chapter 11, and Plato is gone
from FSU now.  My greatest dream was to become a Plato programmer, but
that one went the way of my life in the 80's.  I learned quite a bit, but
kept on thinking about how I had been ill-treated at the hospitals, and
how my "mom" had almost taken the door off of my apartment with her bare
hands, and other things that indicated that some of the police were
involved in the conspiracy.  I just couldn't set my mind on anything
positive for very long without those thoughts of the terrors I had seen
and gone through coming back again and again.  I finally had a nervous
breakdown from this, when school was out, and everybody left town, as they
do at FSU.  I wound up driving back to LA in the middle of the night,
because things started happening around me again, which led me to the
belief that a serious flaw I had seen in the Arpanet one time, could lead
to nuclear war.  I will be the first to admit that I really went off the
deep end several times, but the end result was finding out that I wasn't
half wrong about a REAL threat to the human race.  

I wound up losing my car at the Houston Intercontinental Airport, and some
"security guards" picked me up and drove me over to a hospital, after
getting a warrant from a court to place me in there for observation.  They
were unlike any security guards I had ever met before.  After they dropped
me off at the hospital, I was so fed up with the bullshit that I simply
walked out of the place, as I was left in the main waiting area.  I went
to a motel where a Eastern-type "manager" tried to sign MY name to the
check-in card.  This whole thing involves a lot of Eastern types, who are
really demons overseeing the devilish stuff of my enemies, who are true
devil-worshippers.  At least this is the gist of what I have learned while
this has all been going on.  

Anyways, I checked into the motel, then ran away in terror when the
"manager" told me he had to have a key to the room so he could come in
during the night.  I was in a state of mind by then, that I didn't know
whether up was down or vice-versa.  And so, I wandered around Houston for
the rest of the night until the morning.  I started bothering people at a
Denny's when things happened that I couldn't handle anymore, and a short
while later, the police showed up and threw me into the back of a squad
car and drove me to Ben Taub Hospital.  On the way, they said stuff which
made me start to wonder about whether they were really the REAL police
officers they were making out to be.  

When we got to Ben Taub, they handcuffed me, and put me in a long
corridor, and sat me down on a bench.  One of the cops told me that he
would soon take the cuffs off me, but that they had to wait.  I asked what
they were waiting for, and he said, "Why, it's ALL on the computers, Gary!
 YOU should know THAT!!"  Then suddenly over the intercom system came a
loud bang, and a hysterical voice shouted, "BREAK-IN UNIT FIVE!!"  Then,
there was a muffled cry, and a few seconds later, "BREAK-IN UNIT THREE!!" 
Shots rang out over the intercom.  "BREAK-IN UNIT NINE!!"  "BREAK-IN UNIT
TWO!!"  "THIS IS UNIT TWELVE, WE HAVE A BREA..."  Shots.  Then silence. 
The "police officer" holding the keys to my handcuffs smiled broadly and
began swinging the keychain around his finger.  I was too scared to think
about what the FUCK was going on, but I made up my mind that I was gonna
find out.  I looked up at the policeman and said, "What's going on??" 
"Nothing's going on, Gary!", came the reply.  "They're just having heart
attacks!"  I tried to utilize every facet of my fine wit.  "Are you MAKING
them have the heart attacks??", I asked carefully.  "NO, Gary!", came the
response.  "They're having them voluntarily!!"  I sorted my computer-like
mind through this data as fast as possible and came up with another
question.  "Do you kill them by giving them heart attacks??"  "No, Gary!",
in a almost jolly mood.  "They come in for two weeks, and then they
leave."  I pondered.  "Do you make them do what YOU want them to do after
that??"  I asked the right question.  "No, Gary!"  "They come in for two
weeks and then they can be anyone they want to be!!"  By this time, I was
scared shitless, and KNEW these people or whatever they were were playing
for keeps.  

Then the police officer walked over to a microphone hooked onto the wall
and picked it up.  He put it to his mouth, and waited.  A voice came over
the intercom, not HIS voice.  "This is officer (making up a name here)
Gamble. Rea"...The police officer started speaking into the microphone, as if
on cue.  ..."dy to report to section Nine."...HIS voice replaced the one
on the intercom.  He then handed the keys to an orderly, took off his
uniform, under which was a set of street clothes, and walked out.  A man
wearing a doctor's smock was standing there next to the bench, nervous as
hell.  Suddenly, from down the long corridor, two big, husky black
orderlies came, escorting an EXACT DOUBLE of the man standing next to
me.  They came up, and the "second doctor" took the place of the "first
doctor", who was "escorted" out by the two men with his head hung down
low, as if he were being taken away to be killed or something similar. 
The "new doctor" stood there, and I, having nothing else brilliant to
think of, said, "YOU'RE not my doctor!!"  The double replied, "YES, I'm
your doctor, Gary!"  A minute after that, a black orderly took the cuffs
off me, and took me down the corridor.  We were about to go out of the
back of the building, where I saw stacks of body bags which looked filled.
 I was about to scream for my dear life, when suddenly the black guy threw
open a door, and pushed me quickly through it.  He pulled me up some
stairs real fast, and shoved me into a locked ward, and slammed the door
behind him.  

A blone-haired male "nurse" came up to me and started asking me questions.
 I responded as best I could, being VERY careful about my answers.  He
then took me into a small room and closed the door.  He seemed extremely
nervous, as if something was about to happen.  He kept looking at his
watch and then up at a mirror up on the top of the wall, alternating back
and forth between them every few seconds.  He took QUICK glances, as if he
knew some kind of camera was hidden behind the mirror and was timing it. 
He then told me hurriedly that in a few minutes I would be taken back into
the main room and be given a blood pressure test.  He took my arm around
the elbow with his and held it TIGHTLY.  He kept squeezing my arm and
pulling it, without glancing down at it, as if someone was watching him
closely.  Then he started wrinkling his nose at me, as he pulled my arm
again and again, as if trying to tell me something with the facial
expressions.  Then he looked one final time at his watch, and gave me a
look like the end of the world was at hand, and took me back out into the
main room and sat me down in a chair.  I went along with all of it and
didn't make a sound, as I knew something extremely bad was going on.

After a few minutes, a real big black "orderly" came into the unit.  He
sat down at the table and started to give me a blood pressure test.  He
wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm and then...

I am sorry I can't finish the story.  I am NOT joking, and the rest of it
up to that point is the TRUTH as I know it.  For reasons of "National
Security", that would be putting it mildly, I cannot tell you what
happened next...I won't!!  This is NO bullshit attempt at getting
attention, or melodramatics.  This is the future of the frigging human
race we are talking about!!!  I was going to keep this part to myself
until the right time, I have had a long, long time to think it over, and
decided that this stuff is best kept under wraps until the proper time to
tell it, which won't be much longer now.  I have been through TOO much
damn suffering for TOO long to blow our chances at getting revenge of
these mother-fuckers and father-fuckers.  My real dad was in a fucking CIA
PRISON CAMP for over five long years!!!  My real mom was switched back and
forth during that time with her clone, but they kept my father to the
last.  When I was taken to the LA County Jail, which is being RUN by ALIEN
CLONES, they gave me my one phone call and my REAL dad spoke to me for the
first time in years, but I was so mad with hate, I wouldn't even say hello
to him, and so he turned the phone, (after a click) over to my real mom,
who told me I had made the wrong decision NOT to take the police offer of
going into a mental hospital instead of jail.  I didn't see my real father
until two years later!!  I could tell you things that would make you run
like hell for the farthest corner of the earth to hide, and I ain't
playing games!!  I will tell you this much...THE ENTIRE PHONE SYSTEM IN
LOS ANGELES IS BEING MONITORED...If you don't believe me, fine, I can't
say I didn't TRY!!  I am not out to scare you, but you should be scared!! 
I have an IQ of over 150, know about 20 computer languages, and have an
ALMOST, not complete, photographic memory...If you want to dismiss this as
crap, that's up to you, but it will be YOUR children who are left the
legacy of whether or not they will have the government fucking up THEIR
lives the way this government has done to me!!  I am sorry for having to
put it so bluntly or crazy-sounding, but this is WAR!!!  




  
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Gary Stollman    Internet: garys@netcom.com     GEnie: G.STOLLMAN
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