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: Relationships are Used Against You
It’s a friday night, you’ve just gotten off work. You come home to your wife and family and they greet you warmly, as always. You sit down and eat dinner, discuss any significant points of the day, remind each other of upcoming events. You finish up eating, and send the children to clean up. Your wife looks up at you.
She says: “Your best friend called me today.”
You raise an eyebrow, say, “Really? What for?”
“Well, he said he couldn’t get a hold of you, and so called me. Anyway, he wants to meet this weekend.”
You say: “Sweet. We’ll meet at the regular spot.”
Your wife gives you the look.
You peer side to side, wondering if you’ve maybe forgetting something. You brush it off and get up from the table. The night progresses and you find a moment to call your friend. He answers.
“Hello?”
“Hey, buddy!”
“Oh, hey man! How’s it going?”
“Good, good. So my wife said you called her — said you couldn’t get a hold of me.”
“Yeah, I tried to call you earlier… guess it didn’t go through.”
“Seems that way.”
“Right, so anyway, how about we meet up…”
He cuts off for an awkwardly long time.
“You there?” you say.
“Uh huh. How about we meet up at the one bar way out in… you remember?”
“I remember that place. That bar was cool. Uhm… it’s a little ways out though.”
“Sure but we haven’t been there in… how long?”
“Two years — I just saw it pop up as a ‘memory’ on my profile.”
“Right! Almost forgot.”
“How could you? You were thrown out by the bouncer.”
“He probably doesn’t work there anymore, though. Let’s meet there tomorrow, at seven.”
“Alright… guess I’ll see you then.”
“See you then.”
The call ends and you sit there a moment. You could have sworn he’d said he’d never go back but you brush it off, as your mind is more troubled by how to tell your wife.
Before bed you discuss the matter with your wife. She doesn’t like it but has always supported your decisions.
You say, “I will only be a few hours. Sure, its not close by but forty minutes is nothing.”
“I hate it when you leave. I don’t feel safe when you’re not around.”
You comfort her and the two of you fall asleep.
The next day goes by quickly. You worked in your shop, and got to mess around with that new safe you had delivered, just last week. It showed up in a big box car from the safe company, with a large advertisement on each side. You smiled as it drove down the road to your brand new house, and couldn’t help but imagine the jealousy on the faces of your neighbors.
You had bought the most expensive safe money could buy. The company placed it, bolted it to the floor, and you’d previously designed the building so that it was set back in a solid surround. It would take a master thief to crack this bad boy. You laugh, set the last of your cash, firearms, gold and silver in the safe and shut the door. It locks with a solid thunk. A sense of security comforts you, as you leave your most prized possessions behind to meet with your friend.
Forty minutes of driving later, you arrive at the bar. You head inside, and look for your buddy. After a few minutes of searching, you don’t find him. You pull out your phone, send him a text: here.
A text comes back: Awesome. OMW be there in a few. Grab me a drink and I’ll buy the next!
You do so but halfway through the pint, you realize it’s been ten minutes and he’s still not here. You step outside to give him a call — there’s no answer. You head back inside and spend another ten minutes finishing your beer. You shoot him a text, or two with no response. Having spent too long watching the condensation from his beer puddle on the table, you decide to call it quits. You head out and start up your car. Pulling up your phone you call him again. This time, he answers.
“Hello?”
“Dude! What the heck?”
“Huh? What’s up?”
“You’re kidding me?! We’re supposed to meet up! You said you were on your way!”
“Uh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Like hell! You called my wife yesterday and said you couldn’t get a hold of me. You told her you wanted to meet with me! I literally called you, and we talked. You wanted to meet at that bar you got thrown out of.”
“That one from two years ago? I swore I’d never go back.”
“Well, we just talked about this, last night. You said you wanted to!”
“Listen, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s not funny.”
“No-wh-what? You’re the one joking with me! You just wasted hours of my time! Quit screwing around!”
“Just stop! You know what? Call me back again when you’ve calmed down — I’m done.”
He hangs up on you, and you curse his name. You speed back home, cutting people off and generally just unleashing your rage on those driving around you. Along the way you speak bitterly about your so called, friend. You reason that there’d better be a good excuse for this. You slow down for some time to call your wife, who doesn’t answer.
You get to your street and see your house. All the lights are turned off. You think it’s strange but look at the time and see its late.
“Maybe they went to bed…” you say, then think again that its odd even the outside lights are off.
You pull up the driveway, and see the door is cracked open. Alarm shoots through you, and you reach for your handgun. The strange occurrences of this night come suddenly back to you, so you stop. You start to get suspicious that maybe this whole thing has been a set-up for a surprise party of some kind. You recall your wife’s strange behavior, and you shake your head.
“No way,” you say, chuckling lightly.
You get out of your car, approach the door.
“Honey?” you call out. “If this is a surprise, I’ve not been amused!”
But no one answers.
Opening the door, you switch on the lights. Several tables have been knocked over, even a couch, and some of your family photos lay broken on the floor. Panic courses through you and you start to search for your family. You run up the stairs, hear the muffled cries of your children and find them locked in their bedroom.
You unbind them, ask: “Are you hurt? Where is your mother?”
The children cry, say that the bad men took her outside. You ask them if they’re still here, and they tell you, “no.”
You rush outside, head to your shop. Slamming through the door, you see your wife laying on the ground, bound, and the safe wide open with its contents missing.
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Albeit this is an extreme, highly unlikely case, the depiction of how “AI” Emulation technology is used, remains realistic. Just think, anyone, even just a troll, sufficient with this technology could call you up using the voice of any of your loved ones, friends, or even co-workers. Do we think for a second, having been conditioned for years to trust text messages and phone calls, that we would doubt the voice of our husband, wife, mom, dad, cousin, or even children?
Imagine you get a phone call from a number you don’t recognize, and it goes like this: “Hey honey, calling from a co-workers phone - mine is dead. Hey, what's the password to our account again? I just forgot and need to check something.”
Would you really question that? And if you did, when your spouse, or whomever, insists that they need it, are you going to say, “No?” And, if you’ve said “no” and they begin to accuse you and draw into question your relationship, are you going to continue to refuse?
Technology is not our friend. One is, even Y’shuah the Messiah. As some know Him, Christ Jesus.
Logos Prevailing.
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