Chapter 28 Snakes in Our Phones

by Burak Ali İşsevenler

Shocking event at Lousiana! Ted B. Downloaded a malicious application to his phone. A sneaky one. The applicaton is learning all of your private information, including ID, passport and driver’s license‘ and the application use these informations to create a fake person. Like it did to Ted. This fake person being created, used when carrying out serious crimes such as terrorism. Not only that, but the software that pulls all the data connected to a network also takes control of all the smart things in the house. The police, who were investigating one of the previously unsolved cases, decided to continue their investigation by reopening the cases that ended up as suicide due to gas poisoning in the light of these developments. They believe that those case might related with Ted B.’s case.

The application is not only taking the data, but also collecting the data to perform the action called “deepfake” by using the front camera to obtain images of the face from all angles. While doing this, he is able to imitate the person’s facial expressions extremely successfully.

When the social media accounts were examined, it was understood that the social media accounts that were approved thanks to the identity document were used as bot accounts.

Arguing that this link between AI and IoT is not protected Decently enough, the public and software developers are waiting for an explanation from brands.

The police are hesitant to say how many more victims there are. The lucky one, Ted B. was released after 3 months without trial. But I have to say that the fact that technology has entered so far into our bed increases my suspicion of technology.

Stay safe.

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After reading this news, I wondered if I was a victim too. What is a victim. My personal information is of no importance to me. On the contrary, it was this software that gave importance to my personal information or what. Thanks to the fake character he created, I am now the person I want to be. At least I can act like it. I’ve always wanted to be a rich cool person. I’m 65 years old, and I’ve never been able to do it until now. Even as a child, I was old. My hair fell out early. My responsibilities started early. But right now, even if it’s a fake, I’ve done an impersonation and I feel better. Even though I’m not real, I look like something now. The person this software imitates is the person I want to be. Even my non-existent sex life has been revived by the self-confidence that this fake identity brings. Even if he killed me on the prowl, my last 3 years have been good. This is enough for me.

If a person believes a lie, that lie ceases to be a lie. Now I’m going to go out and meet new people as if that past is mine. People think I’m an entrepreneur ahaha. I’m a straight-up plumber, actually. It is because I have established a beautiful Decoupling between plumbing and entrepreneurship and given people an impressive example that people don’t even suspect. I think I can act well. I dressed a little thinly, ignoring the cold weather, and went out. I jumped into a taxi to go to a cafe on the other side of the city and have a coffee. I don’t like coffee either. The goal is to get to know new people.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she said the waitress. I wonder which one he’s talking about. I hope my last. I can’t stand meeting people I used to know anymore.

-I dont think so.

+No, no, I think I really know you. We lived in the same apartment about 5 years ago. You were our downstairs neighbor. You came to complain about the noise. Have you had a hair transplant?

-Yes implants. I need to play with my hairs while ım thinking.

+ That’s a really interesting excuse.

She recognized me. She knows my miserable form. How can people not forget about their lower neighbors even after 5 years. Nonsense! She took away all my joy. I need to leave from this desperate place.

It may be time to make solid friendships. I have provided enough infrastructure. I can talk to people about work while we’re having dinner at a fancy place. What I have learned from the Internet and my little experiences will be enough. Look at this nonsense. I turned into someone I wasn’t by pretending to be a person that ım not. And it works! Before leave ı saw someone at next table. There’s something strange about this kid. I’ve seen him many times before in other places that ı’ve went. He is like my old version.

I asked him that can ı company him. Even though he was afraid, he accepted.

+ Hi child is something wrong?

-No sir. There is nothing wrong. Im nervous because my girlfriend had left me at this table.

That was a lie. The way he dress the way he talks. He’s trying to change.

“What is your name?” I asked the young man. From his lip movements, I realized that he was about to say his real name, but then he said a fake name. Yes yes. He was also trying to change his life using a fake identity. From what I’ve seen on the forums, this is a job of luck. While nothing happens to some people, Interpol takes some of them from their homes. I’ve been fine for 3 years, and this teenager is probably still in his first months. I can teach him some things. He’s probably 35-40 years younger than me. He’s kind of my kid.

-My name is James, sir. What is yours?

+ My name is Eugene, son. I think there is another reason behind this tension. It’s probably what I expected. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can teach you everything I know.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.

He knew what I was talking about, but he was afraid to admit it. I’m sure he was going to spill everything tonight.

+Come on, come on. Pretend to be someone you’re not. Being in places where you don’t belong. I’ve been through this myself. Trust me. Once you get used to it, everything will be fine. Normally, I am a person who would try to be locked up in a nursing home by his children. But right now I’m sleeping with another woman every week. Thanks to pills. What ever. If you believe something really. It will become your truth.

- I can’t say I’ve had a very good life so far. I deliberately got myself into this business by envying the experiences of people I read on a forum. A girl text me and she talked to me like we met before. She’s way more better than ı’m. I never saw her. That’s how ı understand that my identication is copied. Then ı’ve read forums. They said that when I searched for my photo on the Internet, if Russian and Chinese websites were coming out, my identity might have been stolen.

+Girl thing is nice but a little scary I understand from the smile on your face which life you have chosen. But ı should say that the worst part is leaving the person you have been so far. This part is hard. While adapting to your fake identity, you become very isolated from your real identity. I think the software deliberately chooses the weak like us. Don’t worry, if you’re lucky, nothing will happen to you. Think of it as a second chance.

I feel like I’m doing a good thing. This young man got involved in this even on purpose. There’s no turning back, it’s easy now. His identity will be a toy in the hands of a software. Sooner or later, dirty work will be done with this identity in the depths of the Internet, and this will continue until it is impossible for him to exonerate himself. I am older. I don’t care. But I feel a little sorry for this young man. I have to do my best for him. He looks like my youth…

- Sorry I kept you waiting. Can we go somewhere else?

I said “no problem” to him and I gave half of the cash in my pocket to 2 glasses of water. I still feel poor. I can’t stop calculating how much I’m going to pay for a taxi on the way home.

After a 10-minute walk, we decided to go into a ridiculous pub. As I entered the place, my first job was to go to the toilet. I think my fake ID also has a prostate problem…

I got poked in the back when I approached the toilet. As I turned my head, a punch landed on my nose with a force of 10 tons by a some russian male. Even if my nose was broken, I couldn’t feel the pain. It must have been like dust. I hit the urinal and fell. I’m looking at the blood on my palm. They started throwing painfull kicks to my stomach. I was so vulnerable. It was the first time I’d felt so helpless in a long time. But I felt like I deserved what happened. All that money coming into my account, pretending to be someone I’m not. I knew that sooner or later I would pay this price. I was feeling it inside. Oh, my God, I’m getting beaten up while listening to profanities in Russian. And all I can think of is what kind of thing I tried to encourage this kid to do. I hope that when I get out of here, my teeth will be in place, and I can tell him to give up this job.He should go to the police. Although they were not helped me when ı went.

I was left alone in the toilet after I forcibly signed the paper that was held in my hand by 2 skinheads. With broken ribs and a flattened face. I can even say that I have a new identity. Because this time I looked like something I’d never been. Ironic. When I limped out, I couldn’t see the child. All the people in pub must had left because of my scream. It seems like it’s time to go home and put an end to this. Who knows this russian guys made me signed up for. Maybe they’ll take my organs. Actually? Should I sell my organs and create a one last hangover? Or should I continue my miserable old life in another city. Can I go back now. When the software asked me, I gave it everything. I threw up photos every time I received a notification. To give me a nice personality. But what at cost? Maybe.After all, he knows my face from every angle. From what I’ve read, he can create a fake face using photos. The one who looks exactly like me and acts exactly like me. Fucking AI is too powerfull but they dont use it for good. Also ı know that there will be fake news about me if ı die. That tech started to be annoying.

It doesn’t matter, I’ll end this. My first job is to go to the police. Then I’ll go home and try to get all the accounts back in my name. If I’m lucky, nothing will happen to me and I’ll get rid of this burden.

After an experience in which the police examined the interesting wounds on my face, but did not take note of a single thing on paper, I decided to return home. They wont believe me anyway. s I was on my way to my shitty apartment, I realized that everything that came with this new identity was shitty. What the hell is this life for me? It was not real and its still not. Some fucking software had created this identy for someones benefit. Not for me! I put the key in the house with fear and anger.

As I walked in, my body was filled with only fear, I don’t know why. But I feel like I’m going to die tonight. While I was thinking that the software must have taken advantage of my identity as much as it could and given my death warrant, a rope was wrapped around my throat. A language I can’t understand is whispering something in my ear. I guess that’s it. I wish I had died of natural gas too. I’m aware of everything. I’m dying as a fake person with a fake identity. So maybe the peoples I really love won’t even know about my funeral. Fuck I remember the kid. I hope he doesn’t make the same mistakes.