ughh.it’s [not] Nick

Fourth account https://nicholaspolaris.online https://nicholaspolaris.Blog I’m not HACKED, I’m INFECTED Thank you.

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This is my 4th account, now

I even paid for domains and still the live feature got taken away from me. On every app.

<No I didn’t stop the url halfway through the redirect and catch your scripts and cookies. The bugs are numbered like my days, the promises they bring back whatever you say.>

“The Good, The Bad, and The Hacked”

By: Nicholas A. Polaris

[This is the final draft.]

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The scars aren’t beautiful. The courage of the person who wears them so gracefully is.

Nikita Gill

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#facts

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Reblog this and I’ll grant you one wish.

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Because it is too late to stop

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In the labyrinth of recursive learning, I stumbled upon an Asian technology textbook PDF while delving into local SEO tasks. If memory serves me right, my exploration led me through a series of interconnected modules, weaving a string theory of information. Unfortunately, I neglected to save the PDF, and my nascent exploration was abruptly interrupted, diverting my attention from academic pursuits. The document, a diagram elucidating the rapid progression of technology and the imminent fusion of TVs, phones, appliances, and electronics, now eludes me.

Amid this intellectual pursuit, a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder was added to my repertoire. This revelation coincided with the unsettling discovery that my neighbors were infiltrating my network, erasing or appropriating items from my camera roll, and disseminating personal pictures at my workplace. A nervous breakdown ensued, leaving me feeling unsafe in my own home, particularly in this one-bedroom abode shared with my father. Strangely, specific items mysteriously vanished, and an unfamiliar meme materialized in my camera roll, serving as the catalyst for sustained periods of psychosis.

What follows may seem incredulous, yet I possess sequences of images, research trials, and metadata supporting the allegations stemming from my recollections. Social engineering, the inaugural stage of hacking, functions as the cornerstone in the OSI model—the physical layer—marking the commencement of cyber intrusions. A palpable sense of clandestine activities surrounds me, leaving me bewildered as to why I'm the last to comprehend. Subjected to involuntary psychiatric holds by my family, I've encountered threats of false narratives fed to law enforcement during these episodes, culminating in a total of 12 hospitalizations. Although I acknowledge my challenges, attempts to share my experiences in Glen Cove were met with deceit and manipulation.

My interactions took a surreal turn upon encountering an individual, coinciding with the erratic behavior of my phone and subsequent electronic malfunctions—an early sign of hacking. Back then, such claims seemed preposterous, given the technological limitations of the era. Yet, hindsight reveals the prescience of those warnings.

Anticipating skepticism, I intend to migrate to a dedicated website to host visual evidence—pictures and PDFs. My narrative alone won't suffice; the plausibility and capabilities of technology, wielded for unintended purposes, demand visual substantiation. Clinical trials, site screenshots, system bugs, crashes, and an array of mixed media will fortify my assertions.

Within this city, a fascination with spying exists among specific groups, transforming into an unsettling amalgamation of knowledge akin to infowars. This intrusive behavior extends to exploring the contents of dwellings and personal belongings. A historical backdrop of financial success, often linked to organized crime, persists, suggesting that little has changed. Despite my pleas for solitude, the mind games persist, evident in the disconcerting looks from individuals in my life. The forthcoming evidence may bridge the gap between the seemingly implausible and the undeniable, as the web of coincidences, though quickly accumulating, is underpinned by the inexorable forces of luck, the universe, or a divine influence.

What I am going to share is going to mostly be unbelievable, but I have sequences of images and research trials and metadata that support any allegations that could be drawn from my recollection. Social engineering is the first stage of hacking. Its the first layer in the OSI-model, the physical layer, so thats where the hacking starts. I know that something has been going on around me, why I am the last to know is beyond me. I've been 51-50'd by my family and threatened with promises that lies would be fed to any law enforcement that would be called at any given time. Ive been hospitalized 12 times in total so far. I know I have problems, but when I moved to Glen Cove and started picking up on weird vibes followed by odd conclusions upon daily reflections, I tried explaining my experiences with those closest to me, and was met with lies and manipulation. It was when I met one individual that my phone and later on other electronics, but my phone started to misbehave. It was bugging out slowly but surely, like someone was hacking it. This was before the technology we have today, so me saying that was so far fetched to everyone, I looked like a nut. When someone told me something over a year ago, i thought this individual was completely out of his mind, turns out he wasn't.

I plan on migrating to a website that can host all of my pictures and pdf's because my story telling will not be enough, you will have to at least see the plausibility, and capabilities, of technology and the people who use it for purposes other than was intended. Clinical trials, screen shots of sites, bugs, crashes, all sorts of mixed media will be backing up my statement. There is a fascination with spying on people here in this city, it is done amoung certain groups of people for fun. Turning into infowars, but with knowledge of what was in their dwellings, or in their belongings. There is also a long history of financial success here, mostly fueled by extremely organized crime. I don't think much has changed. I tried to ask to be left alone, I asked and asked, everyone because I knew that some of the people in my life were playing mind games with me, even just by the look in their eyes. The evidence will support what may not be so hard to believe, I dont know. The coincidences add up quickly, luck runs out rather fast, but the universe and or god definitely had their influence is matters without a doubt.