-I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. One of Roberta's other friends wrote:
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-> she may or may not be at [that "hospital"] - it sounds quite likely, but I would not be shocked if she is not -
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-> but increasingly black-arts methods on personnel there are probably not going to help her situation, may make life very unpleasant for people who are trying to do their absolute best in a difficult job stuck between helping people and privacy / fear of prosecution and bureaucratic enforcement.
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-I replied:
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-> I don't care about making their lives very unpleasant. I _really really don't care_.
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-> I want [Roberta] out of prison.
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-> If the best way of accomplishing that goal is to be nice and make sure a lot of receptionists and nurses feel good about themselves, great!
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-> If the best way of accomplishing that goal means making a lot of receptionists and nurses feel miserable and guilty to the point where they have their own psychotic break and get locked up by their employer, I am _OK with that outcome_.
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-After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s Manager of Patient Relations. Karen, of course, gave me the same non-answers as everyone else and insisted that messages do, in fact, get delivered in her "hospital." As I continued to press the point, she told me that I had to trust people, and I said that after my recent psych ward experience, no, I _don't_ trust people anymore. But, I added (sensing that this was the end of the line) I am willing trust _her_, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. I said that I felt better being reassured by someone with a four-word title. I asked if she was religious, and she said that she was a Christian, and that her word was her bond.
+I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s Manager of Patient Relations. Karen, of course, gave me the same non-answers as everyone else and insisted that messages do, in fact, get delivered in her "hospital." As I continued to press the point, she told me that I had to trust people, and I said that after my recent psych ward experience, no, I _don't_ trust people anymore. But, I added (sensing that this was the end of the line) I am willing trust _her_, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. I said that I felt better being reassured by someone with a four-word title. I asked if she was religious, and she said that she was a Christian, and that her word was her bond.