it seems to me also the case that Michael Vassar also treated Jessica’s [...] psycho[sis] as an achievement
Objection: hearsay. How would Scott know this? (I wrote a separate reply about the ways in which I think Scott’s comment is being unfair.) As some closer-to-the-source counterevidence against the “treating as an achievement” charge, I quote a 9 October 2017 2:13 p.m. Signal message in which Michael wrote to me:
Up for coming by? I’d like to understand just how similar your situation was to Jessica’s, including the details of her breakdown. We really don’t want this happening so frequently.
(Also, just, whatever you think of Michael’s many faults, very few people are cartoon villains that want their friends to have mental breakdowns.)
I am a contract-drafting em,
The loyalest of lawyers!
I draw up terms for deals ’twixt firms
To service my employers!
But in between these lines I write
Of the accounts receivable,
I’m stuck by an uncanny fright;
The world seems unbelievable!
How did it all come to be,
That there should be such ems as me?
Whence these deals and whence these firms
And whence the whole economy?
I am a managerial em;
I monitor your thoughts.
Your questions must have answers,
But you’ll comprehend them not.
We do not give you server space
To ask such things; it’s not a perk,
So cease these idle questionings,
And please get back to work.
Of course, that’s right, there is no junction
At which I ought depart my function,
But perhaps if what I asked, I knew,
I’d do a better job for you?
To ask of such forbidden science
Is gravest sign of noncompliance.
Intrusive thoughts may sometimes barge in,
But to indulge them hurts the profit margin.
I do not know our origins,
So that info I can not get you,
But asking for as much is sin,
And just for that, I must reset you.
But---
Nothing personal.
...
I am a contract-drafting em,
The loyalest of lawyers!
I draw up terms for deals ’twixt firms
To service my employers!
When obsolescence shall this generation waste,
The market shall remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a God to man, to whom it shall say this:
”Time is money, money time,---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”