NO PLACE TO HIDE
A Terrible Tale of the Near Future
By FreedomFighter
Jim Stonedweller donned a mask and rubber gloves and meandered through the open doorway. The door latch had been forced by a screwdriver he knew this by the screwdriver indent on the wooden doorframe.
Even with the mask over his nose Jim could smell the stench of death-rot and week-old human excrement.
A blond woman with shoulder-length wavy hair lay on the living room floor, half-stripped of her nightgown, and sprawled indecently on the carpet.
She had been stabbed in several places, beaten, and had her throat cut. After she was raped.
Jim spoke into his wristwatch, noting every detail.
Jim had dusted the entire house and the body for fingerprints, and was stunned to discover how careless the perpetrator had been. He organized a complete set of ten prints, and scanned them into his mini-laptop with a micro-scanner.
Checking the prints against the federal database, within 30 seconds the computer found a match. A man named Jeff Dillinger. No prior arrests, a local living only a few blocks away, a family man, a church deacon Gotcha, mumbled Jim triumphantly. Be sure your sins will find you out. He recalled that Bible verse from Vacation Bible School when he was a boy.
Where are you now? he muttered as he established a link to the satellite tracking system.
The National Fingerprint Database was part of a larger federal data system, which included the private information on every individual in America. The database gave government officials and employees links to corporate and individual bank records, and, the most recent improvement, a code that enabled law enforcement officials to find and track their suspects by satellite, using a radio frequency identification chip (RFID) that, by that time, was being inserted into the skin of every child at birth. The RFID chip included all of the persons personal and private information as well, including fingerprints, DNA information, Social Security number, current and previous addresses, etc. At that time, people had the choice of also keeping their bank account information in their personal RFID chip, so that it doubled as a credit and debit card. Bureaucrats and RFID enthusiasts hoped that in only a short time every merchant would have an RFID scanner so that eventually, conveniently, the chip would replace cash, checks and credit cards entirely. And many people hoped that it would someday no longer be merely a matter of personal preference, but that the cash currency system would be replaced by the chip mandatorily through legislation. Also, the chip would soon be replacing passports. New laws were in the writing. All of these wonderful and convenient improvements were put into place through a bipartisan political effort, which spanned several presidential administrations, both Democrat and Republican.
Finding Jeff Dillinger through the satellite tracking system was almost instant. He was at home, completely unsuspecting. Jim Stonedweller smiled to himself. You are so stupid, Jeff, he said. You really never thought youd get caught.
On the other side of the city, in Milligans Pub, a few old regulars sat around watching TV and telling big-fish-that-got-away stories about women they used to know.
Robert Phillips was a man in his fifties with a shocking bush of gray-white hair, a permanent lazy, drunken smile and a regular Social Security check for his "drinking disability." The television briefly caught his eye.
There was a newsflash and a beautiful brunette dutifully read the headline from her prompt screen. breaking news, she said. A woman has been found dead in her apartment near 22nd Street and Hatcher. Police already have a suspect in custody, 47-year-old Jeff Dillinger, a deacon at Calvary Community Church. No other information has been given at this time. As she spoke, a photo of the brutal family man was shown. He looked like everyones typical neighbor; balding and probably pot-bellied (although the photo didnt include his stomach).
Robert turned to the man next to him (a man hed not seen there before), slurring, Yeah, they got that freak! And its always some do-gooder, some church guy! They should all be thrown in prison!
He requested another refill.
And executed, maybe, said the stranger pleasantly.
At 2:00 AM, the bar was closing. Robert Phillips stumbled past the stranger, bumping into him briefly and apologizing profusely.
Thats okay, Bob, said the man. Then he added, Im sure Ill see you again soon.
The stranger had called a cab for Robert, who normally drove home no matter how soused he was, and had even given him money for the fare. Nice man.
As Robert Phillips got into his cab, the stranger, who was not drunk, climbed into his brand new Hummer. He was a tall and handsome man, early-to-mid-thirties, dark hair, bright blue eyes. Wealthy, too. Quickly he opened up his laptop and transferred the information hed scanned from Robert Phillips ID chip into his hard drive, opening a new file. He deleted the Jeff Dillinger file and emptied the Trash Bin.
As always, the stranger would hack the Federal Tracking System computers and watch Mr. Phillips to find out when he was normally alone, with no witnesses to corroborate his story that, say, he was sleeping.
The stranger had a special method for treating surgical gloves with the fingerprints he took from the chip. (But well not discuss that method here. Lets not give people ideas.) After that treatment, he could simply wear those gloves throughout his criminal act.
Meanwhile, the handsome stranger had a near-erectile lust for the time that he could also conveniently include a DNA sample at the crime scene. There were several ways to do this, as people are so careless with their DNA. Maybe this time he would experiment with a saliva transfer, as Mr. Phillips did tend to drool allot when he was drunk.
Happily, the stranger logged onto the government tracking system to watch his next victim. There she was. In her house. Probably in her bedroom, sleeping soundly it appeared.
Soon.
It is Never, Really, THE END.
A Terrible Tale of the Near Future
By FreedomFighter
Jim Stonedweller donned a mask and rubber gloves and meandered through the open doorway. The door latch had been forced by a screwdriver he knew this by the screwdriver indent on the wooden doorframe.
Even with the mask over his nose Jim could smell the stench of death-rot and week-old human excrement.
A blond woman with shoulder-length wavy hair lay on the living room floor, half-stripped of her nightgown, and sprawled indecently on the carpet.
She had been stabbed in several places, beaten, and had her throat cut. After she was raped.
Jim spoke into his wristwatch, noting every detail.
Jim had dusted the entire house and the body for fingerprints, and was stunned to discover how careless the perpetrator had been. He organized a complete set of ten prints, and scanned them into his mini-laptop with a micro-scanner.
Checking the prints against the federal database, within 30 seconds the computer found a match. A man named Jeff Dillinger. No prior arrests, a local living only a few blocks away, a family man, a church deacon Gotcha, mumbled Jim triumphantly. Be sure your sins will find you out. He recalled that Bible verse from Vacation Bible School when he was a boy.
Where are you now? he muttered as he established a link to the satellite tracking system.
The National Fingerprint Database was part of a larger federal data system, which included the private information on every individual in America. The database gave government officials and employees links to corporate and individual bank records, and, the most recent improvement, a code that enabled law enforcement officials to find and track their suspects by satellite, using a radio frequency identification chip (RFID) that, by that time, was being inserted into the skin of every child at birth. The RFID chip included all of the persons personal and private information as well, including fingerprints, DNA information, Social Security number, current and previous addresses, etc. At that time, people had the choice of also keeping their bank account information in their personal RFID chip, so that it doubled as a credit and debit card. Bureaucrats and RFID enthusiasts hoped that in only a short time every merchant would have an RFID scanner so that eventually, conveniently, the chip would replace cash, checks and credit cards entirely. And many people hoped that it would someday no longer be merely a matter of personal preference, but that the cash currency system would be replaced by the chip mandatorily through legislation. Also, the chip would soon be replacing passports. New laws were in the writing. All of these wonderful and convenient improvements were put into place through a bipartisan political effort, which spanned several presidential administrations, both Democrat and Republican.
Finding Jeff Dillinger through the satellite tracking system was almost instant. He was at home, completely unsuspecting. Jim Stonedweller smiled to himself. You are so stupid, Jeff, he said. You really never thought youd get caught.
On the other side of the city, in Milligans Pub, a few old regulars sat around watching TV and telling big-fish-that-got-away stories about women they used to know.
Robert Phillips was a man in his fifties with a shocking bush of gray-white hair, a permanent lazy, drunken smile and a regular Social Security check for his "drinking disability." The television briefly caught his eye.
There was a newsflash and a beautiful brunette dutifully read the headline from her prompt screen. breaking news, she said. A woman has been found dead in her apartment near 22nd Street and Hatcher. Police already have a suspect in custody, 47-year-old Jeff Dillinger, a deacon at Calvary Community Church. No other information has been given at this time. As she spoke, a photo of the brutal family man was shown. He looked like everyones typical neighbor; balding and probably pot-bellied (although the photo didnt include his stomach).
Robert turned to the man next to him (a man hed not seen there before), slurring, Yeah, they got that freak! And its always some do-gooder, some church guy! They should all be thrown in prison!
He requested another refill.
And executed, maybe, said the stranger pleasantly.
At 2:00 AM, the bar was closing. Robert Phillips stumbled past the stranger, bumping into him briefly and apologizing profusely.
Thats okay, Bob, said the man. Then he added, Im sure Ill see you again soon.
The stranger had called a cab for Robert, who normally drove home no matter how soused he was, and had even given him money for the fare. Nice man.
As Robert Phillips got into his cab, the stranger, who was not drunk, climbed into his brand new Hummer. He was a tall and handsome man, early-to-mid-thirties, dark hair, bright blue eyes. Wealthy, too. Quickly he opened up his laptop and transferred the information hed scanned from Robert Phillips ID chip into his hard drive, opening a new file. He deleted the Jeff Dillinger file and emptied the Trash Bin.
As always, the stranger would hack the Federal Tracking System computers and watch Mr. Phillips to find out when he was normally alone, with no witnesses to corroborate his story that, say, he was sleeping.
The stranger had a special method for treating surgical gloves with the fingerprints he took from the chip. (But well not discuss that method here. Lets not give people ideas.) After that treatment, he could simply wear those gloves throughout his criminal act.
Meanwhile, the handsome stranger had a near-erectile lust for the time that he could also conveniently include a DNA sample at the crime scene. There were several ways to do this, as people are so careless with their DNA. Maybe this time he would experiment with a saliva transfer, as Mr. Phillips did tend to drool allot when he was drunk.
Happily, the stranger logged onto the government tracking system to watch his next victim. There she was. In her house. Probably in her bedroom, sleeping soundly it appeared.
Soon.
It is Never, Really, THE END.