Gosh. Who knew, eh? German taxpayers do now. They paid for it.
Apparently, the New Suspicion falls upon those who don’t have a Farcebook account. If you don’t use Farcebook, you must be unsociable and therefore… a
Employers won’t employ you unless you hand them the means to keep an eye on you, and girls won’t go out with you unless they can verify your name and date of birth on your Farcebook account.
Emily: I’m fine with people not having a Facebook page if they don’t want one. However, I think you’re right. If you’re of a certain age and you meet someone who you are about to go to bed with, and that person doesn’t have a Facebook page, you may be getting a false name. It could be some kind of red flag.
I have one. It does not have my real name, and I make a point of not using my real date of birth online unless it’s essential. This puts me in the rather awkward situation of having to convince some employer or nubile wench that my passport is not faked because it has a different name on it. What the hell, let them call me anything they want.
All those cases of rapists, murderers and paedos who tracked their victims through Farcebook – how many of them used their real names? Not many, I’ll wager. Yet ‘computer says’ is so ingrained in the drones now that if the computer says your name is Phlegmsucker Titsqueeze, then you must be legitimate because it’s there on the screen.
Utter trust in what the computer tells you. Dismissal of what real people say if it conflicts with what Computer Says. Willingness – in fact peer pressure – to open your privacy to anyone who wants to pry into your Farcebook page.
We are now one step from “Why have you covered the camera on your laptop? What have you to hide?” And then, we have arrived at Panoptica. The built-into-spectacles computers I envisaged already exist.
Anyway, I decided to shelve Panoptica for now because of real-work with pay, and because I am building some pages behind the scenes here. I will reveal them when they are done, and say “Oh, those? Knocked them out in ten minutes”.
I also have one of those summer colds which has melted my face and makes my voice sound like a bulldog on 40 a day and a gravel-gargling addiction. These don’t usually last too long but if this one does, I’m going to need a quieter keyboard.