the pieces of shit involve themselves in my life, and police me inside my house by means of the population and other machinery. I can't do anything because of them, but if I don't do anything it is then their business, and there is no place that is outside of their reach. day after day, year after year, I must devote all my life to the pieces of shit, and if ever a day goes by with only their minimal involvement in my life, there will be a forceful increase of their involvement in my life at that point. I also receive electric shocks to various areas of my body, and my thoughts are policed by auditory torture. and they take advantage of my desire to get away from them, and do everything they can to increase this desire, to force me to isolate myself in a place where I can be more directly policed by the population.