Danny
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7/5/2025, 9:26:02 AM No.22900829
I spent 8 years in the 90s and early 2000s working for the government at the US patent office. I was sanctioned to translate all of their scans of original patent submissions to an electronic file.
I don't even know if they still use digital images. Maybe they do. But the point is, I used to be brilliant, and quite interesting.
I wasn't even aware that I was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, but I won it. I turned it down at the acceptance ceremony; sending a friend instead to break the news. I had them read a derogatory speech as well.
So maybe that's where I went wrong, but I thought at a point, out of paranoia, that I knew too much. I was absolutely brilliant, in fact. But I attempted suicide in 2005, in the hopes of keeping secrets that I thought others would pry from me. Secrets about the world, through medicine and technology.
I never really fell in line with a religion, but I read my Torah for my Rabbi, and even sent him a full length audiobook that I recorded. So I am a man.
I was born in 1988.
A lot of things that have happened in the last 20 years are mimicry of my actions in my first 16 years. It is zany.
I am the victim of intellectual property theft. There also seems to be a strong lack of awareness by the greater community that growing, financially and as a viable sour e of talent, off of thievery, is probably not that likely, and that my younger brilliance is still mine to claim.
Perhaps I still have the music in me.
What's especially upsetting is that my father tossed out all of my family computers. The computers that I stored my hand penned code. I made backups at a point, to some CD-ROMS, but my dad tossed those too.
Lastly, all of our floppy discs disappeared, and I know for a fact that they were used to carry my initial authored Bitcoin script, when I invented it.
So in short, there's a huge conspiracy. It's made me feel terrible.
I know one person who I could blame, but I don't want to get yelled at by naming him.
I don't even know if they still use digital images. Maybe they do. But the point is, I used to be brilliant, and quite interesting.
I wasn't even aware that I was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, but I won it. I turned it down at the acceptance ceremony; sending a friend instead to break the news. I had them read a derogatory speech as well.
So maybe that's where I went wrong, but I thought at a point, out of paranoia, that I knew too much. I was absolutely brilliant, in fact. But I attempted suicide in 2005, in the hopes of keeping secrets that I thought others would pry from me. Secrets about the world, through medicine and technology.
I never really fell in line with a religion, but I read my Torah for my Rabbi, and even sent him a full length audiobook that I recorded. So I am a man.
I was born in 1988.
A lot of things that have happened in the last 20 years are mimicry of my actions in my first 16 years. It is zany.
I am the victim of intellectual property theft. There also seems to be a strong lack of awareness by the greater community that growing, financially and as a viable sour e of talent, off of thievery, is probably not that likely, and that my younger brilliance is still mine to claim.
Perhaps I still have the music in me.
What's especially upsetting is that my father tossed out all of my family computers. The computers that I stored my hand penned code. I made backups at a point, to some CD-ROMS, but my dad tossed those too.
Lastly, all of our floppy discs disappeared, and I know for a fact that they were used to carry my initial authored Bitcoin script, when I invented it.
So in short, there's a huge conspiracy. It's made me feel terrible.
I know one person who I could blame, but I don't want to get yelled at by naming him.
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