They Tried To Transfer My Consciousness Into An AI

I awoke one day and on this day, I discovered that the snakes had a presence of some kind. They were much aware now, than how animals would usually be perceived about everything I did. This was the scary part, I thought that they were just animals but they had a consciousness, a presence of the human consciousness was being expressed to me. I wasn't accurate if it was really them and if they were infact the spies of my whereabouts. But for one thing, I doubted this realm was a widespread diaspora of lowly ranked snakes and reptiles. There were snake humans among us. And not every snake that appeared classified by ranking was a serpant, some were extremely evil and some were not. Infact their souls weren't pure and their knowledge of the body and soul was harmful and limited. Even if I was a snake or a serpant, I know inside that I would never have been like them.

The malevolence did not stop but instead, it grew more and more prominent, as though they acquired more freedom to cause it. They were modern snake spies from the aspects of a modernized time.

The recurring obsession to poison a lifestyle was one of their main priorities, and it wasn't just a job or something they were told to do, it was an obsessive trait and they chose to take advantage of it by picking it up from where another poison villain left.

We never found out what happened with those previous villains, either they found light at the end of their tunnel and now sought the more righteous path, or they were caught red handed without the warning signs.

But for those who picked it from where they decided to end, the liberism for the harmful intentions against humanity raised it's bars in some kind of perverse ways because this kind of influence was a silent call of destruction on one another. It was manipulative and condescending; it brought confusion to where 'trust' thrived.

I was at the final stages of survival; I woke up daily and understood with speculations that my homely securities were compromised in obscure ways. I go to sleep daily with all the curtains drawn, the doors locked with traps to make glass cups fall and keep all the windows closed because these were monsters I was dealing with.

And they weren't to be underestimated, their egos had reached the cerebrum leverages of uncontrollable rougue mode, as though it was savage. And it began with invading the hygiene system, a system that stemmed from centralized civics and the general principals of evolved ethics.

Suddenly, I couldn't trust anything I bought; the next day because i sensed that somebody breaks into my house and poisons it. Like, the drinking water was suspicious at first, because something tasted different and then I checked to look if there was anything in it, it appeared to have little particles that moved around like dirt. I wouldn't drink water with any kind of particles in it generally, but this was something even more worse, they looked like egg particles of parasitic hosts. That was something even the snake indicated to me later, and most of all she was having a good banter out of it. Gross! I never drank that again. Infact I had to save my family from it so I poured all of it down the drain.

Next, I was always thirsty and I drink alot of water because I tend to feel dehydrated quickly and I don't usually have too much money with me often, but when I do, I head to the convenience store nearest to my house to fetch one, and, I wouldn't say i was surprised at all, because as expected, this mere mini monopoly was being held captive like a Pokémon in a pokeball, and the waters they sold for just 50 paisa also known as athana, was adhered with some other substance. It felt oily and made my throat rough and dry the second I drink it.

WOW. Feels like I'm a super girl. Because that costed the mass whatever it takes to make my life this difficult, adhered with the consequenses of such blatant & induced suffering. It's definately thought controlled or under some kind of a spell.

Currently,

I've been skipping stores and impulsively entering random access store units, to buy things for myself, and when I do the girls stare at me for a good long time to indicate to me who I think I am for expecting to purchase authentic consumable products. Compressed commodities, indistinguishable things that don't have much value in the stock market. And it's a small town with a population of approximately 150000 people.

I threatend the shopkeeper,

"If you don't put an end to this, especially because I buy my staple goods from here, I will expose your economic system and how dark it is." I said to him adamantly.

"Oh yeah what are you going to do about it? Besides, How am I to say what these products are and what they're not, I only bring what I buy. Everybody consumes the same things you're consuming, how can you be so absurd to complain about such petty things. Besides, I have no control over the manufactured products. I only buy them I don't make them." His expression was tense And he appeared worried about her personalized problems with his products and expressed concern.

"Well, I'm going to write about it and it's not going to be a fictional story." I smirked with a jolt of arrogance from how irritated I was by now.

This was true I was on the verge of exposing something greater than anybody ever imagined. But I was also willing to let it pass, if they stopped meddling with my food and health like it was matters of a battleground.