THEY CAN HEAR US

THEY CAN HEAR US

… but we can’t hear them.

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I can’t hear them but I’m sure they can hear me. Are they also watching me? While I’m not sure how, I’m sure they’ve somehow found a way. Can they now read my mind? Hmm. Good question but I’m beginning to seriously wonder if there isn’t anything beyond their capability.

My husband and I were watching TV, and at the appropriate time, the news came on. As we listened, I heard him mutter, “That’s just BS! They know it isn’t true, yet they say it anyway.”

“Sh. Quiet.” I said. “They can hear you.”

He turned his head a looked at me. “Who? The so-called reporters?”

“No, hon, the government. We have a smart TV, and they listen to everything.”

I won’t repeat what he said to that, but I will say that I shouted to the TV, “He’s only joking! He would never do that!”

He had the audacity to laugh at me! Can you imagine?

I looked at him incredulously as I silently prayed that no one would arrive at our home sometime within the next few days and arrest us.

Am I being paranoid? More than likely. Well, maybe. Just a little. Then again, maybe not!

Can the government really hear us through our TV? Don’t know but I’m certainly not taking any chances.

My friend has the “Alexa” in his home. He also has young nieces and nephews who visit often, sometimes for a few days. When he arrives home from work, he will ask Alexa to review the day (or however he words his request). The machine will tell him every conversation that occurs in his home. Did he program this feature? He says he did not, and never knew the machine could record everything. Since he has no idea how to turn that part of the machine off, he just ignores it. His device records every word spoken. I told him to instruct Alexa to turn off the record feature. He tried and the machine informed him that he didn’t have the required password. Hmm. Spooky!

My husband was out fishing with his friends, and I was home alone. Being alone gives me the opportunity to write, exercise with my Wii Fit, or sometimes I’ll grab my camera and go out for a few hours. That day, I chose to exercise, clean the bathroom, and then write.

I’m going to mention a bit of personal information because it’s necessary.

I have severe sleep apnea that requires me to wear a Bi-Pap nightly. For health reasons, I cannot wear a C-Pap. And yes, there is a difference between the two programs. The machines might be the same, but the programs are not. Anyway!!

I was tidying the bedroom and glanced at my Bi-Pap. There was no one home but me and I don’t generally talk to myself out loud. I’ll put music on and sing loudly but my thoughts are simply that – thoughts!

As I said, I was tidying the bedroom and glanced at my Bi-Pap and SILENTLY thought, “I really need to clean it today and change the filter.” I clean my machine every two days.

After finishing the bedroom and scrubbing the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen and made a cup of tea which I took into my home office where I turned on my computer.

What was the first ad I saw online? A FECKING AD FOR A C-PAP CLEANING DEVICE!

Where the heck did that come from? Are they now reading minds as well?

To say I was a bit unnerved says a lot about how I felt. Normally, I enjoy my quiet, alone time. That day? I kept looking behind me wondering if I’d catch someone peeking through my windows.

My husband came home from fishing a few hours later and I told him what happened. He said, “Just a coincidence, hon, that’s all.”

Oh hell, no! I don’t believe in coincidences. Someone out there is listening to everything we say. They’ve found a way to tap into our smart TV and watch us. If they can do that, then they can see where I’m looking and send ads through the internet.

Are we being watched?

Yeah, I think someone’s out there watching and / or listening to everything we say and do.”

My husband will still yell at the TV news when he hears something he disagrees with but at least with his vocal disease, the odds of whoever is listening to be able to understand him are slim. He has spasmodic dysphonia and usually sounds like an old frog who’d just, at full speed has run up hill at 40 miles per hour and is now trying to hold a conversation. I’m used to it – well mostly. Uh, often. Okay, so there are times I need to ask him to repeat what he said. And there are times I just look at him say, “Yep, you’re so right!”