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LEGAL CONTACT: Nurin Contuhas (legal12@apple.com)
DOCUMENT RECEIVER // EYES ONLY: Priscilla Hobbes (i8052@sapd.fcsa)
Priscilla, please see attached therapy session transcript involving the cat who forged your Fox Doe's travel permits to leave San Angeles. I've found it in the archives. Good thing Apple foreclosed this sad shrink's business, otherwise we'd have to scrape data off ambient mikes and sensors. It would take me a few more hours, but still. I've highlighted some parts which might be interesting. It's funny how in this day and age a person can simply erase themselves from city's surveillance. I'm sure they had more accomplices. Hope this helps with your investigation and finding out whoever the fuck is this Fox Doe is.
Attached file #1: patient therapy, session 12, automated transcript
===== San Angeles Department of Health =====
IP/DATA OWNERSHIP: Lee's Affordable Therapy L.L.C.
Patient Interview: Sidney M. Kosaki (he/him)
Interviewer: Dr. Matthew S. Lee, MD Psyc. SADH registration 0415
Date: July 17th, 155 A.G.F.
Log entry 12
THERAPIST: Hello Sidney. Are you comfortable?
PATIENT: Yes, thank you. Good too see you again, Dr. Lee.
THERAPIST: You're welcome. I don't usually do house visits, but I wanted to make an exception, since you've been my returning patient.
PATIENT: Thank you for answering my call. I hope I'm not being an inconvenience.
THERAPIST: Not at all, Sidney. How you've been lately? Is there, umm, something you'd like to talk about?
PATIENT: You know... I hope you do remember... We've talked last time about my dreams that I was having. The lucid dreams about that fox, they have been intensifying. And... there's something else.
THERAPIST: Go on.
PATIENT: Last week the dreams started again. The last meds you prescribed to me stopped working. I took a day off, then two, then I was fired and now back to basic.
THERAPIST: I'm sad to hear that.
PATIENT: It's just... I feel as if I'm at a turning point in my life.
THERAPIST: Do you feel as if the dreams might be a positive thing? Or something you'd want to overcome?
PATIENT: Well, from a rational point of view, ever since I started having them, my life has been on a rodeo ride. We've talked how it ruined my administrative career, and now this other job. Despite basic income, life isn't free. I can barely scrape to next month from my saving, then I'll have to move to communal pods or maybe leave SA and venture back into the badlands, and that's definitely not something I'd look forward doing. But...
PATIENT: (takes a long breath)
PATIENT: But, but there's this world, this dream world that takes a bit of me every time I go into it. It takes a bit of me, and bring it back somehow, I don't know, improved. And I have really no idea where it came from, or who created it. Just... Just events repeating over and over, replaying in my mind, echoes and reflections of some core event which seems so... So real, almost like an actual memory of events which took place, like I was there to experience it all.
THERAPIST: We talked about this before. What is so upsetting about these events? Can we go through them again, see if you've missed something this time that you might find important?
PATIENT: (takes a pause)
THERAPIST: Or we can talk about something else if you'd like.
PATIENT: No, let's do it. Okay, okay. The dreams started in May. The main happenings are always the same, only some details vary from one dream to another. My dream always starts with me ending my shift at transit authority building. I sign off, check out, and walk to the train station. I have to walk through three blocks, and it's uptown near San Angeles center. Just as I walk across the Steve Jobs square, I see the stairs to the train station, and then I notice this fox, this... fox.
THERAPIST: Yes, the dreams always start like this.
PATINET: Yes. At first, we exchange a short glance, then I feel as if the fox is still looking at me, leaned on a street lamp. Can't help but look again, and there are its eyes, fixing me like a prey. I can't tell its gender at first, then I realize its a guy or some very masculine trans person. Glorious white hair is captivating me. The fox is wearing a puffy jacket and blue slacks. His belly is pale white under street lights, and then I notice my heart bursting and my penis stiffening. The fox smiles, and I feel exposed, like he's undressing me. I walk away from the station and towards him.
Nurin Contuhas (legal12@apple.com): Here's the first marked part. The fox you're looking for somehow appears in this guy's dream, and the starting is always the same. You might want to query surveillance on the square for night time, few months around May 155 and a person leaning on a street lamp. Might get you somewhere.
PATIENT: As I approach him, he says: "Hey, kitty." I smile, not being able to take my eyes off his face, and his perfect body. I feel a primal urge to mate with him. This seems... Seems like this is everything that I've ever wanted. I want to have sex with this person, this mirage, in every way possible. I gasp for ecstacy, like I gasp for water, while knowing that I can't breathe water.
THERAPIST: Your sexuality has been rather coveted, yes?
PATIENT: ...yes, you are correct. Have we talked about that already? I was diagnosed a homosexual at birth, but my parents couldn't put me though gene therapy to fix that. It was too expensive at the time, and the EC had good reorienting schools anyway. Problems began as I was in the middle of my puberty. I had a romantic affair with a boy of my age. I was dumb. Sharia judge sent me to an agressive reorient camp in South EC, and my parents got 50 whip lashes each.
THERAPIST: The South European Caliphate camp has been an extremely traumatic experience, if I remember correctly?
PATIENT: Yes, they... They were very efficient. By the time I was 17, I had already been in a government assigned city, with a government assigned wife, and she was six months pregnant while I was choosing a college. Sometimes I think my father should've simply signed the gene papers and saved me from two suicide attempts.
THERAPIST: From this mental distance, do you think a gene or neural reformatting therapy would've been better for you, than the old fashioned reorientation?
PATIENT: They would be better, definitely. I would've learned to live with side effects of brain reformatting, but I can't seem, yet, to learn to live with this social defect.
THERAPIST: As I remember, you've already tried acceptance therapy with some other MDs in San Angeles?
PATIENT: Yes I have. I'm not sure if it's helping me enough. I still have issues with intimacy, and I get panic attacks each time I see a nude male body or think about sexual situations with males. I want to rip this part of myself out of me, but it still lingers on. My job in TA couldn't make me afford even the cheapest gene thearpy. I'm stuck. That's why I called you, these dreams, they seem to be... Somehow reformatting my brain without Apple's apparatus and invasive surgery.
THERAPIST: Tell me more. Is this why you're having second thoughts about these dreams as perhaps something positive?
PATIENT: Yes. The moment I fixed my eyes with that imaginary fox, I felt as if a huge burden fell off my back. I felt a strange sort of liberation. Melting away right and wrong, and leaving only desire. His eyes like a lighthouse, my desire guiding me through a stormy sea. Never have I ever felt anything like that before.
THERAPIST: Was it enjoyable?
PATIENT: That's an understatement. In my dream I stood in front of him, and he put my face in his hands, and came closer, and I think we might've kissed, or our muzzles touched. I can't remember, can't remember anything after that. I just remember the feelings, the touches, the smells. But I can't remember!
THERAPIST: You don't remember anything after the fox touches you?
PATIENT: It's all a blur. I can feel my pulsating anus being poked, prodded, and stretched. There is my extremely powerful erection, and I can fell like I'm having an intercourse, but I can't tell with whom, or if it's a person or a machine, and I can't tell if there are other people around me. Sometimes I have fleeting feelings of strong hands holding me, of some kind of ropes or harnesses tightening around me. Often I remember liquids spraying me or dribbling down my fur. The dream always ends at the peak of my ecstacy, and I wake up shaking and ejaculating, my body bending like a bow, like in a fever. Sometimes I scream.
PATIENT: (speaking something unintelligable)
PATIENT: (heavy breathing)
THERAPIST: Now, that is mildly inappropriate. I would advise remaining calm and...
PATIENT: Uh, uhh, it-- the echo of the dream, it-- this fox--
Nurin Contuhas (legal12@apple.com): What a crazy guy. Poor shrink. The cat should've pawned his liver and kidney and pay for the gene therapy to get rid of these urges. Ehh, and we shouldn't even be able to read this, right? Therapist-patient privilege and all that ancient legal crap.
PATIENT: I'm sorry. I've... I'm so embrassed right now. I'm going to place this pillow over my lap so you don't have to look at this giant stain on my crotch.
THERAPIST: You said that there is, how did you put it, "something else"?
PATIENT: Yes. I've been having memory lapses, but I do not know for how long. First one was, I think, when I was still working with transit authority. I remember one day my phone rang, I lifted it out of my pocket, answered a video call from an unknown number, and there was this fox guy! I remember his face for a second, and then nothing. Did he said something to me? Have we talked? Was it my dream bursting into reality? It's like a piece of my memory has been locked away.
Nurin Contuhas (legal12@apple.com): And here's your another clue. Trace his phone and all data traffic.
THERAPIST: Memory lapses might be a serious matter. It could be dangerous. We should talk more about this, and I will give you a forward letter to a neurologist.
PATIENT: As if my current financials can afford a doctor...
THERAPIST: Nevertheless, I will send you an email with some people who might be able to find you an affordable MRCTN scan. At least you can afford my services. Would you like to talk more about these dreams? Would you consider going to acceptance therapy? We have about 15 more minutes.
PATIENT: Hm, I think I'm good. Thank you for coming.
THERAPIST: Thank you for caring about your mental health. Let's avoid these little sexual outbursts in the future, shall we?
PATIENT: I can do that, I think.
THERAPIST: Great. We can talk about it some more. I shall send you an invoice for today, or do you wish to pay in cash?
PATIENT: Cash is okay. Do you accept Monero Libre?
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Priscilla, please see attached therapy session transcript involving the cat who forged your Fox Doe's travel permits to leave San Angeles. I've found it in the archives. Good thing Apple foreclosed this sad shrink's business, otherwise we'd have to scrape data off ambient mikes and sensors. It would take me a few more hours, but still. I've highlighted some parts which might be interesting. It's funny how in this day and age a person can simply erase themselves from city's surveillance. I'm sure they had more accomplices. Hope this helps with your investigation and finding out whoever the fuck is this Fox Doe is.
Log entry 12
THERAPIST: Hello Sidney. Are you comfortable?
PATIENT: Yes, thank you. Good too see you again, Dr. Lee.
THERAPIST: You're welcome. I don't usually do house visits, but I wanted to make an exception, since you've been my returning patient.
PATIENT: Thank you for answering my call. I hope I'm not being an inconvenience.
THERAPIST: Not at all, Sidney. How you've been lately? Is there, umm, something you'd like to talk about?
PATIENT: You know... I hope you do remember... We've talked last time about my dreams that I was having. The lucid dreams about that fox, they have been intensifying. And... there's something else.
THERAPIST: Go on.
PATIENT: Last week the dreams started again. The last meds you prescribed to me stopped working. I took a day off, then two, then I was fired and now back to basic.
THERAPIST: I'm sad to hear that.
PATIENT: It's just... I feel as if I'm at a turning point in my life.
THERAPIST: Do you feel as if the dreams might be a positive thing? Or something you'd want to overcome?
PATIENT: Well, from a rational point of view, ever since I started having them, my life has been on a rodeo ride. We've talked how it ruined my administrative career, and now this other job. Despite basic income, life isn't free. I can barely scrape to next month from my saving, then I'll have to move to communal pods or maybe leave SA and venture back into the badlands, and that's definitely not something I'd look forward doing. But...
PATIENT: (takes a long breath)
PATIENT: But, but there's this world, this dream world that takes a bit of me every time I go into it. It takes a bit of me, and bring it back somehow, I don't know, improved. And I have really no idea where it came from, or who created it. Just... Just events repeating over and over, replaying in my mind, echoes and reflections of some core event which seems so... So real, almost like an actual memory of events which took place, like I was there to experience it all.
THERAPIST: We talked about this before. What is so upsetting about these events? Can we go through them again, see if you've missed something this time that you might find important?
PATIENT: (takes a pause)
THERAPIST: Or we can talk about something else if you'd like.
PATIENT: No, let's do it. Okay, okay. The dreams started in May. The main happenings are always the same, only some details vary from one dream to another. My dream always starts with me ending my shift at transit authority building. I sign off, check out, and walk to the train station. I have to walk through three blocks, and it's uptown near San Angeles center. Just as I walk across the Steve Jobs square, I see the stairs to the train station, and then I notice this fox, this... fox.
THERAPIST: Yes, the dreams always start like this.
PATINET: Yes. At first, we exchange a short glance, then I feel as if the fox is still looking at me, leaned on a street lamp. Can't help but look again, and there are its eyes, fixing me like a prey. I can't tell its gender at first, then I realize its a guy or some very masculine trans person. Glorious white hair is captivating me. The fox is wearing a puffy jacket and blue slacks. His belly is pale white under street lights, and then I notice my heart bursting and my penis stiffening. The fox smiles, and I feel exposed, like he's undressing me. I walk away from the station and towards him.
PATIENT: As I approach him, he says: "Hey, kitty." I smile, not being able to take my eyes off his face, and his perfect body. I feel a primal urge to mate with him. This seems... Seems like this is everything that I've ever wanted. I want to have sex with this person, this mirage, in every way possible. I gasp for ecstacy, like I gasp for water, while knowing that I can't breathe water.
THERAPIST: Your sexuality has been rather coveted, yes?
PATIENT: ...yes, you are correct. Have we talked about that already? I was diagnosed a homosexual at birth, but my parents couldn't put me though gene therapy to fix that. It was too expensive at the time, and the EC had good reorienting schools anyway. Problems began as I was in the middle of my puberty. I had a romantic affair with a boy of my age. I was dumb. Sharia judge sent me to an agressive reorient camp in South EC, and my parents got 50 whip lashes each.
THERAPIST: The South European Caliphate camp has been an extremely traumatic experience, if I remember correctly?
PATIENT: Yes, they... They were very efficient. By the time I was 17, I had already been in a government assigned city, with a government assigned wife, and she was six months pregnant while I was choosing a college. Sometimes I think my father should've simply signed the gene papers and saved me from two suicide attempts.
THERAPIST: From this mental distance, do you think a gene or neural reformatting therapy would've been better for you, than the old fashioned reorientation?
PATIENT: They would be better, definitely. I would've learned to live with side effects of brain reformatting, but I can't seem, yet, to learn to live with this social defect.
THERAPIST: As I remember, you've already tried acceptance therapy with some other MDs in San Angeles?
PATIENT: Yes I have. I'm not sure if it's helping me enough. I still have issues with intimacy, and I get panic attacks each time I see a nude male body or think about sexual situations with males. I want to rip this part of myself out of me, but it still lingers on. My job in TA couldn't make me afford even the cheapest gene thearpy. I'm stuck. That's why I called you, these dreams, they seem to be... Somehow reformatting my brain without Apple's apparatus and invasive surgery.
THERAPIST: Tell me more. Is this why you're having second thoughts about these dreams as perhaps something positive?
PATIENT: Yes. The moment I fixed my eyes with that imaginary fox, I felt as if a huge burden fell off my back. I felt a strange sort of liberation. Melting away right and wrong, and leaving only desire. His eyes like a lighthouse, my desire guiding me through a stormy sea. Never have I ever felt anything like that before.
THERAPIST: Was it enjoyable?
PATIENT: That's an understatement. In my dream I stood in front of him, and he put my face in his hands, and came closer, and I think we might've kissed, or our muzzles touched. I can't remember, can't remember anything after that. I just remember the feelings, the touches, the smells. But I can't remember!
THERAPIST: You don't remember anything after the fox touches you?
PATIENT: It's all a blur. I can feel my pulsating anus being poked, prodded, and stretched. There is my extremely powerful erection, and I can fell like I'm having an intercourse, but I can't tell with whom, or if it's a person or a machine, and I can't tell if there are other people around me. Sometimes I have fleeting feelings of strong hands holding me, of some kind of ropes or harnesses tightening around me. Often I remember liquids spraying me or dribbling down my fur. The dream always ends at the peak of my ecstacy, and I wake up shaking and ejaculating, my body bending like a bow, like in a fever. Sometimes I scream.
PATIENT: (speaking something unintelligable)
PATIENT: (heavy breathing)
THERAPIST: Now, that is mildly inappropriate. I would advise remaining calm and...
PATIENT: Uh, uhh, it-- the echo of the dream, it-- this fox--
PATIENT: I'm sorry. I've... I'm so embrassed right now. I'm going to place this pillow over my lap so you don't have to look at this giant stain on my crotch.
THERAPIST: You said that there is, how did you put it, "something else"?
PATIENT: Yes. I've been having memory lapses, but I do not know for how long. First one was, I think, when I was still working with transit authority. I remember one day my phone rang, I lifted it out of my pocket, answered a video call from an unknown number, and there was this fox guy! I remember his face for a second, and then nothing. Did he said something to me? Have we talked? Was it my dream bursting into reality? It's like a piece of my memory has been locked away.
THERAPIST: Memory lapses might be a serious matter. It could be dangerous. We should talk more about this, and I will give you a forward letter to a neurologist.
PATIENT: As if my current financials can afford a doctor...
THERAPIST: Nevertheless, I will send you an email with some people who might be able to find you an affordable MRCTN scan. At least you can afford my services. Would you like to talk more about these dreams? Would you consider going to acceptance therapy? We have about 15 more minutes.
PATIENT: Hm, I think I'm good. Thank you for coming.
THERAPIST: Thank you for caring about your mental health. Let's avoid these little sexual outbursts in the future, shall we?
PATIENT: I can do that, I think.
THERAPIST: Great. We can talk about it some more. I shall send you an invoice for today, or do you wish to pay in cash?
PATIENT: Cash is okay. Do you accept Monero Libre?
Log entry 12 end.