It’s kind of scary.I mean, I know that Google Maps has everything recorded.Some family members recounted, a few years back, how they were shown raking the leaves in their yard on street level photographs.I guess everything’s part of your permanent record now.What was scary to me was receiving a letter with a picture of my house on the envelope.Yes, it was from an insurance agency, and insurance thrives on the feeling of vague threat that rattles around our primate brains most of the time.Is somethingor someone out to get me?Oh no!They know where I live!Maybe it was supposed to be friendly, like a good neighbor.It just didn’t come across that way.Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.
Not that being recorded doesn’t have its advantages.We live in an older house, and like most older houses it has had some additions over the decades.That means the roof is complex.That complex roof turned out to be leaky also.When the roofer was trying to explain why he couldn’t do just the one part where the water was getting in (we have been re-roofing on an installment plan), I had trouble imagining it.You see, when you’ve got neighbors all around it’s pretty tough to get the right angle to examine your own roof.I googled our address and shifted to satellite mode.I zoomed in and found the layout of the roof.Screenshot and save.Otherwise I don’t think I’d ever have understood how complicated rain deterrence can really be.
But getting a letter in the mail with your own house on it—this seems to cross some kind of line.Yes, I like our place.I feel comfortable here.It’s got space for lots of books.It isn’t fancy, though.It still needs quite a lot of work both inside and out.And I like to spend my scant free time reading.It’s cheaper than buying all the lumber and tools I need to do things the way they should be done.Maybe if my job were driving around filming other peoples’ houses I’d make enough to have some contractor come in and fix things up.But the insurance agent knows where I live now.Covid-19 probably stops him from knocking at my door, but I do value my privacy.Like most things, being recorded is a mixed bag.Who couldn’t use a little extra anxiety once in a while?
According to the New York Times (I don’t have a link, but Google will bring it up), nighttime drone formations have been reported by law enforcement in the Midwest.These obviously precision formations fly over small towns and prairies in Nebraska and Colorado.Now, I write what I consider to be horror fiction, but this is downright scary.We know our government is keeping tabs on us using all kinds of technology, and this could be a government program.It could also, as the article points out, be the mapping project of some corporation (which can be scarier even than the government), seeking natural resources to exploit.Twice this past year I’ve spotted mapping cars with their camera-stalks protruding from their roofs, multiple spider-eyes recording roads and their surroundings.Smile—you’re on candid camera!
At least you could see this kind.
Please don’t think that I suppose myself important enough to be spied upon.Heck, I can’t even get job interviews and my books don’t sell.Still, I am concerned about surveillance.I’ve seen articles suggesting that facial recognition software is now being used by some governments (notably China’s) for keeping track of “people of interest.”I’m more a person of disinterest, but I thought nothing of pausing long enough for the camera at Heathrow customs to record my face and scan my passport as I entered the UK in June.Coming back the same thing happened in Newark.And people wonder why I won’t go into the full body scanners at the airport.Some bits of personal information, particularly those down south, I’d like to keep out of government hands.
Watching the X-Files again has reawakened my suspicion that there are too many secrets.Yes, I know the X-Files are fiction.Still, we know black budgets are as real as the electronic money our banks tell us we have.And some places aren’t even accepting cash any more.I have no idea why fleets of drones may be flying over the Midwest, but the fact that it’s happening at night raises all kinds of worries.The X-Files had us looking for UFOs, but drones come from a far more threatening species.Technology has no controls built in.Kids these days can run virtual circles (and very precise ones at that) around my generation.Listening to them talk tech makes me think English might be a foreign language after all.Nobody requires a permit to fly over your head and take a look.While they’re up there, I wonder if I could convince them to take some pictures of my roof.Those on Google maps don’t give enough resolution to tell the roofers where they should focus next.