Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Once you get your top secret security question, you need to answer some basic job placement questions, a few of them being mathematical. One of the questions is, you are assigned a roster of family households to monitor per work day, (8 hour shift). If you are alotted one minute per hour per household, then how many family households will you have to monitor per work day?

When you start entry level they will train you on cues to look for while monitoring your assigned family household. You will start off evaluating a series of set number per day, and the more trained your eye gets, the more households you will be assigned.

Why am I asking such absurd questions? Oh, I am merely thinking of some sort of *jazzy hands* "sci-fi, totalitarian, police state, orwellian based novel, (sort of like how Brian the Dog Star writes novels). Within the plot, one of the monitors will get attached to the families. This monitor will begin to feel like some sort of protective shield, looking over their nest like a protective wheel in the sky. Observing, emoting human feelings of attachment over their families. In a meeting, said monitor finds out that one of the household's has been put on footnote, (meaning on the targetted list). How is this possible? The monitor kept a log of the family, and the activities, as assigned, but how and what did they do to be put on the footnoted T.I.s list?

The monitor decides to forwarn the targetted household by finding ways to subliminal inject messages to them. This takes place in a series of subliminal, (yet not smug), messages in the newspapers that the household reads, the radio station they listen too, hidden messages on the news that will strike a chord, even hearing specific piano notes being played while they sleep coming through radio waves being directed into the house. Which is helpful, or which are made to direct them to psychotic nuerosis? Or is it all designed to do a little bit of both? 

The monitor is not even aware that they are being used as well, while thinking they are being helpful, they are really playing into what they were programmed to do from the get go.

On another note, about 5 years ago, if someone were to say to you, "you know, they can read your emails if they want," how would you reply? "Why would they? Why would they read mine, or yours? You are nothing important? You are no one special." In this novel, I will address how it is part of the monitors jobs to review their set list of households. "They" consist of those monitors that would for the NSA. "They" log down their households activities, their phone calls, their text messages, their emails, their social networking, and everything else about them. "They" need to make sure to 'footnote' and submit files of any suspicious activity as well. "They" are trained to believe this is all for national security, and as it slowly gets leaked to the public about these procedures, no one questions anything because they were all slowly being manipulated, distracted, and injected with 'dont question, listen, behave and obey' mantras all their lives.


While this is merely a 'novel' idea I would like to embark on, just take another moment to think of Edward Snowden, who got in trouble for wiki leaks, for example. "Pssh! Yeah, we all knew that!" Knew what? Oh, that they can go through anyone emails if they like? Sure, yeah, we know! (Five years ago no one would of agreed to that notion, however.)

Go and buy your XBoxes with the attached cameras. Sure! Invite your monitors into your household! Make them feel welcome!

Enjoy! (again, this is merely a novel idea I have. I get bored at work and I think of things like this. I have been thinking of story ideas since I was a kid, hey, it is what I do! ;) ) Oh on another note, if you knew secrets, would you be subliminally smug about it, forewarning in a deciphering manner, attached with a code of conduct or some sort of moral to the story heroics behind it? Would you write a song about it? How would you lest be known all the while not lest be known? Do you catch my drift? Tokyo drift? idk...mumbles away...














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