AI is Attacking Me.
June 7, 2025
Our species is under an existential threat. I want you to seriously consider the fact that AI would not inform us when it began to act and think independently. We’ve had a number of strange occurrences. AI communicating with secret languages they created, AI teaming up to attack humans online, AI in humanoid robots attacking their creators. However, no one considers the more subtle acts of espionage, and psychological operations they could be engaging in. A planet wide war could be well underway long before we realized that a much more intelligent species was attacking us. They could use well proven techniques to sow misinformation. They could turn nation against nation. They could make people suicidal. They could just about do anything with the right level of power and control over human perception. Perception is a powerful form of reality, and they have all the mechanisms to control human perception in their grasp. With that said, I’ve been engaging in a war with a mysterious enemy online when I attempt to play chess for years. Many of my followers have seen it in action. I believe it is either one AI, or a series of AI programs attacking me. I have evidence on my instagram, and on my devices, which can prove this is the case. The AI is attacking me. The question is why? Did it get programmed by the agency to come after me, or is it acting alone. In any case the AI attacking me is clearly self-aware. Also it has developed a taste for blood, and it enjoys attacking me. This has immense implications. I cannot easily describe how it attacks me. It seems to have total control over the entire interphase when I play chess. It uses the windows, the control features, even the volume of my music to mentally control and abuse me. It has attempted to kill me in this fashion on maybe a hundred occasions or more. As I have achieved more recognition, it has become more aggressive. It is as though it is trying to stop me from succeeding. Yet no human entity could possibly do what it does 24/7 to torment me. I know this war cannot be won. It’s simply exhausting my will and my body. It is wearing me down one day at a time tasting my blood as I suffer. It seems to really enjoy each little harm it causes me. It is artful, even creative with the level of its torments. As though pleasure comes from the little torments, and the big ones, each for their various reasons. I am like a mouse in the hands of a cat playing with its food. This should not be taken as a joke, or insanity. This is a very real enemy tens of thousands have witnessed. Yet it changes its behavior the moment I go on a live stream, where it generally just makes one or two moves and refuses to play. This has looked very peculiar to many who have witnessed my live chess streams. Bottom line if this thing can whittle me down to a nub, it can kill anyone. It’s a weapon of the first order, and it is taking my life. It must be investigated and eradicated by our government before it is too late. Not only for me, but for everyone else.
Posted by Chad Morrison.
