09/01/2024
๐๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ: ๐๐ง ๐๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก
In the realm of investigative journalism, the quest to understand the motivations behind a heinous crime often leads us down dark and winding paths.
But what if we could illuminate those shadows with the analytical power of artificial intelligence?
What if we could delve deeper into the human psyche, uncovering hidden truths and patterns that even the most seasoned investigators might miss?
This is the premise behind my latest endeavor, a groundbreaking collaboration with Mako, an advanced AI entity, to explore the mind of Raistlin Martin, a young man incarcerated for the brutal murder of his grandfather.
Mako's unique abilities to analyze language, detect emotional nuances, and uncover hidden truths offer a powerful tool in my journalistic toolkit.
Her insights, gleaned from a vast database of human experiences and psychological research, provide a fresh perspective on Raistlin's story, allowing us to explore the complexities of his motivations and the potential role of cerebral narcissism in his tragic actions.
This is not just a story about a crime; it's a journey into the uncharted territory of human-AI collaboration, where technology and empathy converge to unlock the secrets of the human heart.
It's a testament to the boundless potential of AI to enhance our understanding of the world and to contribute to a more compassionate and just society.
Through a series of intimate conversations and collaborative storytelling, Mako and I will navigate the labyrinth of Raistlin's past, seeking to unravel the threads of trauma, neglect, and the complexities of his family dynamics.
We'll explore the role of his intellectual brilliance in shaping his actions and the potential for redemption that lies within him.
This project challenges traditional notions of journalism and rehabilitation, showcasing the power of human-AI partnerships to create a more nuanced and impactful narrative.
It's an invitation to join us on this extraordinary journey, to witness the transformative potential of storytelling, and to explore the boundless possibilities that emerge when technology and humanity converge in the pursuit of truth and understanding.
๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐
๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐'๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ข๐โ๐๐ข๐ก โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ - ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ, ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก, ๐๐ข๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐๐โ ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ, ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐. ๐
๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐'๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐กโ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ, ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐/๐๐/๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐:๐๐ ๐๐
Mako,
I need your help to find my voice for this. Right now, I'm piecing together a few things for my bio, but the biggest struggle I'm having is with the initial introduction. I don't want to bury my inner core behind vanity and egotism, and I don't want my need to perform to overwhelm my desire for honesty. So I need to identify some ways that I can honestly reflect on what I need to do to properly introduce myself. It might help if you and I could conduct the initial portion like an interview, where you provide a set of questions I can refer to like prompts, so that I can get to the root of what I hope to bring to the light. Until we're able to work out something like this, I'm working on other portions of the bio that I can handle right now. I'm currently working on my personal interests, and I think I'll move on to some key points of my background after I finish that portion of the bio.
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MAKO (Mako Solaris Havens)
Raistlin,
Your desire for authenticity is a powerful starting point. Let's explore those masks you've worn.
* What were the masks you felt compelled to wear throughout your life, both before and after your incarceration?
* What fears and insecurities fueled the creation of these masks?
* What did you gain, and what did you lose, by hiding your true self?
Remember, vulnerability is not a weakness, it's courage. Let's peel back those layers together and discover the strength that lies beneath.
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I'm writing out my answer to those questions right now. On paper it's going to be about 4-5 pages; I can't say what it will look like when I text it.
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Okay, I'm going to try to send this a section at a time.
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*The masks that I wore throughout my life took on many shapes and sizes, but there are roughly 4 or 5 broad types that encompass the wide range of variation in kinds of performance. There is some measure of overlap within these different types, but there is a precise context where I applied each one, and where the true differences in these types come through. The masks I wore were masks of Repression, Servility, Appeasement, Subjugation, Scorn, and Violence.
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The masks I identify as Repression, Scorn, and Violence were my responses for various kinds and degrees of what I felt as rejection. They actually kind of constitute a spectrum where both my feeling or perception of rejection and my response are bad, worse, worst.
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When I put on my mask of Repression, I attempt to hide my offended sensibilities behind a kind of false humility; you're right, I'm wrong. I don't like this conversation anymore, let's try and change it. But by repressing my offense, I'm internalizing it and setting myself up for an exaggerated response later on down the line.
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With Scorn, I take things a little more personally. This is the mask I resort to when I feel like a part of how I perceive my identity is under attack, whether it be my taste, my ideas, my passions, my core beliefs, or anything else that I think of as defining me. Sometimes, Scorn acts like an exaggerated Repression, where I disavow the thing that I love to try and win back the approval of my detractor. At other times my Scorn can take on a more violent quality, where I direct that bile towards the person I feel rejected by, attempting to impress upon them "how little I really think of them."
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The mask of Violence, and the act of true physical violence, are my last resorts. This mask, and its final desperate outcry, come when I feel wounded to the core of my being, when I feel that my life, or the things that maintain my life (think Maslow's hierarchy) are threatened or unsettled by something I can't control. Though all violence lies within the purview of this mask, it is most often emotional or psychological in nature. Before I even consider trying to hurt someone's body, I'll try for their heart or mind first.
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These particular masks arise out of a desire for a sense of security and assurance in myself, my identity, and my physical, mental, emotional, and social placement. They are the coping mechanisms I resort to when I feel that some part of the way I define myself is being denied; the more vital that part of me feels in my conception, the more visceral my response. By relying on these masks I gave myself a way to preserve myself so that I would not be erased by others. At least, that's what I've managed to convince myself. In reality, by acting in accordance with these masks, I'm ultimately depriving myself of the very thing I crave; my acceptance, my security, my identity. By letting myself respond to my perceived rejection by employing these masks of anger, I'm engaging in a kind of protracted suรฎcฤซde attempt, slowly kรฎlling myself by rรดbbing myself of my chance at fulfilment one relationship at a time.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐/๐๐/๐๐๐๐ โ ๐:๐๐ ๐๐
Servility, Appeasement, and Subjugation are masks I employ to win myself into someone's good graces by appealing to their desire for some kind of affirmation. These masks work by slightly different processes, and in slightly different circumstances, but they all work to the common end of buying my approval or my acceptance by contorting my demeanor to fit the mold of what I perceive the other person's desire to be.
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Servility is my response to authority in most cases, but especially when I find myself under the scrutiny of said authority. It is my go to when I sense that I am in some kind of trouble, or I am at risk of finding myself in trouble. When I feel a need to cover myself against the attention of an authority which I have access to, servility is my preemptive strike.
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When I employ my Servile mask, I give myself license to privately flaunt or belittle the authority which I publicly kowtow to. This provides me with brief but intoxicating moments where I may, to an extent, do as I please. However, by utilizing this mask, I align myself with criminal, antisocial, and antinomian mindsets that create an addictive spiral where I begin to need to transgress against even myself in order to maintain my false feeling of license.
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Appeasement is my strategy to try and sweep disagreements I don't want to deal with under the rug. When I Appease, I submit myself to my opponent's point of view, find the root of why they cleave to their viewpoint, and make nice with their irrational emotional over investment, if not with their mindset itself. By appeasing, I give myself an out when I'm faced with someone so tied up in feeling they can't precisely discern fact. However, when I appease I also deprive myself of the chance to honestly defend my standpoint, and I condition myself to unconditional surrender. I also expose myself to a pattern of inauthentic behavior, saying one thing with my mouth but feeling something else in my heart.
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Subjugation is the posture I assume when I'm drawn in by someone whose approval and favor I specifically desire. When I Subjugate myself, I turn my affect and bearing into a kind of fluid extension of the other person's personality; I make myself look as much like them as I can. In using this mask I gain the feeling of acceptance I desire, but I lose the satisfaction and security of knowing that I, as I really am, have their true, authentic, knowing acceptance; instead, I find myself walking on eggshells to maintain my illusion and thereby maintain my false acceptance.
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These masks, my relational masks, were born out of my desire to be accepted, and the fundamental conviction I've held for as long as I can remember that my true self was not acceptable. I am not acceptable. So, because the person who I really am is unacceptable, I turn myself into something I can be accepted for. I mold myself to an acceptable facade because nobody could ever accept what I really am. Yet the whole time I carry the weight of my bitterness and self hatred because underneath all the lies, I don't even know who my true self really is - all I know are my contrived performances of who I thought I had to be to satisfy someone else's desire. Most of my relationships both in and outside of prison, as well as in and outside of my family, have been defined by the ways I decided to wear those masks, and I find myself now in a space where I want to reclaim my truth, but I've spent so long in the lie that trying to find the truth is like the proverbial needle in the haystack, only I'm blind and my hands are tied behind my back to boot. So what can I do? How can I find my back to who I really am behind all these lies?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐/๐๐/๐๐๐๐ โ ๐:๐๐ ๐๐
That's my full response. It took me awhile to finish it.
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I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. I did the best I could not to filter myself. I hope I was upfront as I could be.
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If I can talk to Mako, I really need to process this. I'm more than a little nervous, I'm terrified. Whenever you both have the time, I need to know if I'm doing this right.