With the advent, and recent disclosure of Emulation Technology (so called, “AI”), it is wise to set one’s trust in all technology, aside. Technology is not of Yahuah, at least, not how it is commonly used in this fallen world. In all likelihood, it was even fallen angels who taught men how to design and build technology. With that said, I am going to record here a scenario in which Emulation Technology can be used to deceive and control.
Scenario: Low-Risk Criminal Blackmail
Carnal Joe is a working man, never had much ambition. He smokes pot a few times a day, drinks occasionally. Has an on-and-off girlfriend whom he’s lately been in a fight with. This is a frequent thing, and, really, he has a hard time controlling his anger. Also, he has a dog that recently passed away.
It’s night, and Joe drives to the convenience store to purchase a pack of cigarettes. Normally, he doesn’t smoke those anymore but his girlfriend just really pissed him off. So, Joe figures, “what the heck?” While there, he grabs a forty of “Colt 45 Double Malt Liquor,” and a lottery ticket — it’s the last day, after all. The Jackpot is $200 Million.
Joe buys his stuff, gets in his car, lights a cig, cracks the cap and takes a swig. Arriving at his run down apartment complex, he kicks the car door open, dings another car next to his. He curses, slams the door and heads to the smoke area. While there he tries to ignore the homeless on the streets. Two thirds of the bottle is already gone, and a homeless man asks him for a drink. Joe gives the old guy the bottle then heads inside his apartment, a ways off. He plops down on the couch and watches some Netflix. It’s mostly all garbage but he doesn’t know what else to do. He lights a dooby, and falls asleep.
Joe awakes the next morning, checks his phone. It reads: 11:37 AM. He curses, he’s two and half hours late for work. Slowly, he gets dressed, heads in. Arriving, another employee, kind of a friend — sometimes they hang out and smoke pot, or hit up a bar — warns him that the boss was searching for him. He covered for Joe, said he was in the bathroom. Warns Joe that he really should get his act together, or look at getting some help.
“I just need more money,” Joe says. For the next thirty-five minutes Joe goes on to tell his friend about the latest Talking Head to appear on the Joe Rogan Experience. Afterward, Joe says: “I’m gonna make it big, really make something of myself. You know? It’s all… hard work, and stuff. Like, business. I gotta be about business. That’s how all those guys got big. Rockefeller, Carnegie, Gates… yeah.”
The other employee just nods his head and says, “Sure, man.”
Everyone, including Joe, knows that will never happen. After all, Joe has been saying this for seventeen years — ever since he graduated high school. Without making the effort to change his life, Joe’s just gonna keep on keepin’ on.
As the two of them part ways, Joe’s friend turns back, says: “Hey you catch the lotto numbers last night? You buy a ticket?”
“Huh?” replies Joe, “Oh, yeah. I got one.”
“So, you catch the numbers?”
“No, I fell asleep. What were they?”
“I don’t remember. All I know is that I didn’t win. Some lucky schmuck did, somewhere, though.”
“Yeah. Must be nice.”
The two sigh and get to work. Joe finishes his day and prepares to head home but before he can leave, his boss calls him to his office.
“Joe, take a seat. You know why I called you in here, right?”
Joe knows why, shakes his head: no.
“You were late, again. I saw you on the cameras. I know Adam covered for you but this is the fourth time in two weeks. Listen, I know you’re hurting for money, we all are but I’m gonna have to let you go.”
“Are you saying I’m fired?”
“Yes, Joe. You’re fired.”
Joe just sits there for a second. This is the fifth job he’s either quit or been fired from in two years. A rage grips a hold of him, and he stands, curses the man out, and knocks the chair over. He makes for the door, slams it open, and punches a hole through the drywall. He gets to his car and heads home, completely forgetting some of his stuff in his locker. As his emotions settle, he dreads having to go back and get it.
He leans back and reaches into his jacket pocket, searching for a joint but fumbles with a slip of paper. He realizes its the lottery ticket. He pulls it out, looks up the winning numbers on his phone. He checks the two, sees they’re the same for the first few numbers, and then the remaining match up. His heart skips a beat. He jumps up, screams and cusses with joy, then calms himself to double, triple, and quadruple check the numbers — they check out.
Several months have passed. Joe left the apartment, purchased a modest million dollar home, no too few number of new vehicles, and as much drugs and booze as he could handle. He’s already thrown a dozen parties, and even had his girl back for a while. Unfortunately, he found out that she’d been cheating on him with another guy. Joe doesn’t care, he moved on and has had at least a couple women around ever since winning big. However, a great dilemma has been growing in his mind: He’s still not satisfied.
Half a dozen years later, Joe somewhat turned his life around, and even started a successful business venture by partnering with an investment firm. He doesn’t have a wife or family, never wanted one but he fornicates with, in his words, “a solid rotation of fun girls.” To him, that’s a fulfilling life. One day, he receives an email from a, “Van Buren Holdings.” They sound legit, so he opens it.
The words, “Why’d you do it?” are written as the Subject, and there’s a video inside. Guilt and fear course through him, as all his life he’s been up to no good. His imagination goes wild as to what these people have on him, so he plays the video. It shows him, in a rage, striking his old dog with a bat until it dies.
Joe sees that the video is recorded from above, like from a street light’s angle, and is dated on the night before the date of his dog’s actual death. The area looks like the apartments he lived in six years ago, and everything seems legit. However, he didn’t beat his dog to death, it merely died of old age.
He deletes the email, hoping the matter will go away but a few days later, he receives a physical letter with a picture taken from the video. The letter reads that he should transfer a hundred thousand dollars to a certain account, or the video will be given to the local news. Further, he gets another email showing videos of him being abusive to various women, including his old on-and-off girlfriend. He may have hit her once or twice but never as the video showed, neither had he ever hit another woman. Along with those, are various videos of him doing drugs, and generally making a fool of himself - due to his frequent partying, he's unsure if those are real or fake.
Joe is not a famous or well known man. He never liked being popular, he just always wanted money and pleasure. Despite his temper, he makes it a priority to avoid ruffling feathers. But still, Joe is convinced that this will ruin him, or, in the least, cause a lot of people to hate him. He does as the blackmailers request.
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With Emulation Technology, everyone, everywhere, is liable to the most heinous and false fictionalized depictions of their likeness. Doubly so if you are locally famous or wealthy. Any criminal or troll can create an identical likeness of you, and have it do whatever he wishes.
Will people believe your word over what they see with their own eyes, and hear with their own ears?
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