Well then, this explains it.
It appears that around the same time DieHard "claims" to have come up with the idea for this place, my thoughts and ideas about the exact same things were being stolen.
At first, I couldn't feel the telepathic waves scavenging my thoughts, because it was only happening while I slept. There were times, I'd wake up before the connection was terminated, and I could tell someone had tapped into my mind. But the slippery **** covered his tracks well. He was scrambling his telepathy waves in a way that didn't allow me to back-trace them to their source.
As time went on, it got worse. Much worse. There were now multiple points of origin, from which a growing group of deviants, masters of telepathic thievery, were stealing my thoughts.
My ideas.
My dreams.
There was even one time when, apparently by the cunning use of transcendental meditation, that they transported me to the mothership, and performed, um, tests on me. I couldn't hear their telepathic conversations, and the room was very dark, so identifying anyone was impossible. The only thing I can recall is, while struggling to try and keep them from strapping me to the gurney, my hand brushed across what I believe to be, a nipple ring. But that's it.
I damn near went broke buying aluminum foil. And not that thin cheap stuff either. We're talking Reynolds Heavy Duty. I finally had to stop fighting though. I gave in, and let them establish a full time connection to my mind. They take what they want, whenever they please. This "History" confirms what I always suspected.
What else could explain why I wake up, everyday, with my brain feeling like half dried Jello, and without even a trace of any coherent thought?
Huh? What else?