How Smart Is Your Phone?

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About the Author

The author is a professor of Mechanical Engineering, preferring to remain anonymous in his content.

Dedication

To my dear wife, Helen. Without her help, this book would never have been written.

And to my other immediate family.

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to all my associates. They know who they are.

Preface

How smart is your phone? Well, is it a simple enough question?

Let us ask the question again, but from a different perspective.

Do you consider that your phone makes you feel more connected to family, friends, associates, social media and information technology?

OR

Do you consider it more remote and insular, but reliant upon the services that it provides and therefore giving you independence with access to information and no need of learning or interaction with others?

OR

Do you think that your phone is communicating information about you personally, twenty-four hours per day, every day to data clouds and if the data is cross referenced, it will yield a totally transparent profile of you and your activities, per second for every moment, including while you are sleeping, and your phone is nearby?

Yes, scary, but absolutely probable.

Let’s consider another question.

What is the end of the world at most risk from? Global warming, war, famine or natural disaster? No. Computer Technology and its applications, but more importantly, there are no plans in place should the technology and satellites fail.

The world as we know it will go into Armageddon. Fact: any and everything that is computer or data controlled will fail and cease to function. I would not like to be flying in an aeroplane, when that occurs!

The attached document is self-explanatory, exploring the elements of phone and satellite communication. Three different worlds. Our own, another in parallel, which controls our own and Hell, which is run by God’s brother, Lucifer.

In conversation, we meet Professor Frankenstein, Count Dracula, the pioneers of DNA, past world leaders and inventors, J F Kennedy, Steve Jobs, Henry Ford, Logie Baird, Alexander Bell, to name but a few. All at face value are unconnected, but in theory, absolutely connected and driven to deliver our global survival.

The document will be of considerable interest to anyone who owns a communication device and raises serious doubt about how transparent is the device and any other that is capable of receiving or transmitting information, making him or her globally vulnerable by instant profiling. The downside is the fact that it is here, now and a reality.

Global society has allowed this thirst of laziness and easy information access to seep quietly into every individual’s life. We now have new generations, who admit they cannot exist without their devices. What is required and needs to happen is enlightenment, so individuals understand, rebel and force openness from the service providers and so the world unites to invest and reverse the situation that now exists. If nothing happens, the world will sleep walk into a total technology meltdown.

The sequel is in a draft form and will address many of these issues, giving a theoretical route map for change. Innovators and inventors will be resurrected, and Mr Kennedy will take back control of the White House, having been assassinated from his term of office. Phone and television will change profile and direction, the method by which data is stored and processed, modified to deliver a more secure society, but more importantly, return respect, dignity and privacy to every individual, present or to be born in the future.

Ultimately, it will be for the reader to decide; what is fact or fiction, fabrication or reality. In any event, the chapters are very thought provoking and will generate debate by the population and defence from the service providers. No stone can be left unturned, law will fail, and universities will close. Learning intellect, and intelligence, will be levelled with everyone being equal, controlled and manipulated by their mobile device.

Please now return and consider the original question.

How smart is your phone?

Chapter One: An Invitation

I had been at the workshop all day. It had been drizzling on and off, but not cold or unpleasant. It was approaching six o’clock, and I had just finished applying a final coat of antique varnish to a rare rocking horse that I had been restoring over the last six weeks.

In readiness to go home, I had already closed down the computer and printer, picked up the door keys and my smart phone. Glancing around to check that all was switched off where necessary, I walked towards the door, hesitating to admire my craft, when quite unexpectedly and without request or print command, the printer energised and printed the following document.

The content was to be the commencement of my journey to solve initially a personal question, but then diverge into meeting people of another world that controlled ours and subsequently understand that a smart phone is much more than just SMART. It absorbs, transmits and disseminates personal information, over which we have no control and is used by others to create every individual’s personal profile, worldwide, making any users of such a device transparent in every details. Your home, your friends, work, finance, places of travel and for every app added by the user, the data path reveals more and more about you, even when the device is on standby and you are asleep.

If you as an individual have any concerns about personal data protection, then read this account of my journey. The only way to stop this intrusion is to significantly change the way you use your device or drop out of their hunger for your profile and stop using such a device completely. These facts were discussed when I met the former chief executive officer of the Apple Corporation.

I would not be a responsible human being if I did not share my encounters with you and can only hope, no, beg and plead that you will help rebel and help this world to revert, rejecting technology for technology’s sake. Place outer space as a low priority, and look inward from our own hemisphere of what can be done to save our planet, because if we do not, it will not be war or global warming that destroys mankind but over application of electronic technology. Working cohesively as mankind, we can achieve change to become a better place for generations to come.

The text continues…

Rare Rocking Horses. 14th June 2017

Burnham market, Norfolk.

For the personal attention of:

Mr Jeremiah Thackeray Hoppenheimer.

It has come to our attention that you have been researching to understand and establish information upon what occurred to Joseph, after the birth of Christ. We have been following your research with great interest within Italy, Israel, India, China, Russia, the sub-continent and America. We are pleased to inform that you have come, and are continuing to become, closer to the answer than you realise.

We can assist you in your quest, but while doing so, must maintain a level of utmost discretion. Using our resources, we can show you exactly what happened to Joseph. However, in reciprocal, we need to request your assistance with a project of global magnitude to save your own world. You have been personally selected and come from the highest of recommendations, rising up through literally hundreds of thousands of potential candidates.

There will be no financial gain. However, by education and enlightenment, the outcome will benefit mankind for millennia to come and answer your question.

Having read so far, I am intrigued and interested, but a little bemused. Family and friends often say my mind works at different levels and diverse directions, while prone to dangerous wistful thinking, often connecting seemingly unconnected events together to make sense of something else. Only the other day, it was blood groups. We are all human, so why do different people have different blood types and not a standard? Was God male or female?

This might be from someone just playing a prank, but I am certain I switched the printer off.

I continue reading:

Please, can you attend an assessment meeting with our representative, as follows:

Location: The Friends of Manneken-Pis exhibition within the City Museum, at the Grand Place, in Brussels.

Travel: The Eurostar Train, from London St Pancras, on Friday Sixteenth of June. Departing at 08:54. Arriving 12:02 and transfer by taxi to meet at 13:00 hours.

Your travel documents, with currency, will be held at the Eurostar Assist office for your collection. Please remember to bring your passport for identification, upon collection and onward travel.

Within the exhibition hall, our representative will be wearing an astrakhan coat with a white Poppy upon the right lapel and you with a white Poppy on the left lapel, which will be with your travel documents. The representative will approach you.

You do not need to bring any luggage or change of clothes, because we will provide a bespoke set, befitting your journey.

Please ensure your smart phone or tablet is fully charged and remains in your possession at all times. However, please do not add or change any of the existing settings. These devices will be an essential facility for use, throughout the project, to demonstrate communication, data gathering and global technology manipulation.

We understand your diary is currently free and your wife prefers not to travel very often.

With regards to your wife and friends, please show her the following invitation and inform her that you are taking a short city break to give a lecture and be back in three days.

Dear Mr J. T. Hoppenheimer.

As a respected academic and specialist in

The History, Manufacturers, Makers Techniques and Restoration of English Rocking Horses.

We cordially invite you to speak at:

The International Rocking Horse Symposium.

It will be held over three days, 17, 18, & 19 June 2017, with a gala dinner upon the last evening (Dress Black Tie) at the City Museum, in the Grand Plus.

Brussels Accommodation has been reserved at the Beverly Wiltshire Hotel Rue De Forte.

I look forward to seeing you and to share a glass of Fizz.

Sincerest Regards,

Jane Cook.

President & CEO: The Guild of Rocking Horse Makers.

There is no need or method for you to trace this invitation, just a desire to finally answer and close your own question. We will know if you accept by monitoring your mind and verbal enthusiasm to attend; understand so much. We look forward to travelling and welcoming you upon an enlightening journey.

Our archives contain your full life profile, from your first cry, the next breath, sigh or smile. This invitation is unique. It has been discussed, debated, prepared and issued by the most supreme of high order of council and senate. Part of the project and journey will be explained at the initial meeting and more as we travel together.

After your second reading of this communication, because we know you will undertake this, the words will melt, run up the page, converge and consolidate to form butterflies and fly off, leaving no trace of the content, except for the seminar invitation. This will reconfigure, become embellished by gold scrollwork with edging and the Rocking Horse Society Crest and Coat of Arms.

If you wish it is permissible to show it to your dear wife Lady Helen and friends, the primary invitation details will be fixed in your mind, soul, spirit and head. You will remember every detail, but be incapable of repeating by any method vocal, drawn or written because it is only for you alone and us to know of its existence and shared information.

Once we have completed our journey, your findings, conclusions and recommendations of correction will be presented by you with a meeting to the supreme senate. Once, and if, sanctioned by the senate and upper chamber, you will be able to communicate by any method, as approved under our guidance with assistance from our considerably immeasurable resources. Plus, we will equip you with transport, living accommodation, office resources and mind transfer.

We are with you continuously; there is no danger or need of fear, just your skills, astute mind, questioning personality and wish of enlightenment.

There is no need to close this communication except to convey our appreciation that from anyone who could have been chosen you at face value satisfy every quality as a base from which to develop and help deliver mankind’s future from the similar folly that befell other civilisations: The Incas, Egyptians, Greeks, Roman, Nordic and Biblical, to name just a few. There is time but it cannot be extended to infinity.

Exactly as described, the document in my hand reconfigured. At first, I was a little stunned but now curious. Why had this suddenly occurred, from thin air, by my printer and why me?

And so, on the 16th of June 2017, at 08:54, my journey of enlightenment began and what followed will affect and touch every existing living person and those to be born, upon planet earth globally.

Who Am I?

I am Jeremiah Thackeray Hoppenheimer of maturing years with the odd age-related issues, but otherwise of reasonable health and always ready to embrace life and new challenges.

I am married to a delightful, caring wife and we live in North Norfolk. I am a self-taught professor from the university of life. Plus, graduated from Jesus College at Cambridge University as a professor of Mechanical Engineering and Numerical encryption.

I have worked mainly upon secondment in many countries, preferring to avoid academia but sometime speaking or residing on policy-making committees within various places of learning, industry and government of the day or in opposition.

In my mid-life, I was annexed by the ruling parliament as an unknown, independent observer and trouble-shooter within many departments, including the Foreign Office, Treasury and Convert Operations MIS, 6 and 7, which are just a few of the many that used to exist or have been created.

I had always worked independently and was briefed by, appointed by and reported to only two people: Her Majesty, the Queen, and Prince Phillip.

At the time, we lived in London, along Brompton Road, where the British Museum is located but down a side Mews. This was quiet and central for routine travel, restaurants, theatre etc.

I enjoyed my work and home life, but once a certain Mr Blair, (or Billy Liar) as he was known in the corridors, moved into Downing Street, situations started to change with policies and dictates that would change England, my place of birth forever. I did not wish to remain part of the society that he envisioned and was determined to create either legally by support of Parliament and the House of Lords or by any other means to achieve his vision. There was only one way, one direction and one opinion. However, I will give credit that he was very charismatic and persuasive. Surrounding himself with ‘yes people’ who would do his bidding and along the way generated friends in high places globally.

It was not until he was out of office that it became unimaginably clear just how high the connections were working, almost covertly pulling in favours with wealth following on the back of his policy dictates. To his inner circle of confidants, he always made it clear his ultimate desired position of office was to be president of the European Union. However, as a separate plan, should this evade him, and while in office, he laid out an alternative career map spanning the world and gained great support from the USA’s then president G W Bush. Many notes, conversations and policies are under the 30-year top secrecy ruling. No one got in the way, and even today, it is believed that Dr Kelly was murdered upon the orders of Mr Bush, as a favour to Mr Blair.

Matters on a daily basis in Downing Street became sensitive, so I consulted with Lady Helen, the queen and the prince, who understood and sanctioned my request. I retired, and we moved to Norfolk, settling into the village of Burnham Market. We rented long term a converted Victorian Railway Carriage, that is owned by The Hoste Hotel, but a short walk away from the main hotel where we can dine, drink wine or quaff a beer, mix in with friends and visitors to the hotel. It is grandly decorated at Christmas and was also home to Lord Nelson of the admiralty.

While my carrier has always been diverse, I have a keen interest in rocking horses and become a profound knowledge upon them, particularly the English breeds. Lately, I have taken a small workshop where I make hand-carved horses to people’s bespoke specific requirement, restore old horses and gave hands-on training courses to keep the art from dying away in this modern disposable society.

I enjoy the game of chess with no other sporting inclination of which, in my opinion, watching or playing is a total waste of valuable time that could be put to far better personal use.

Chess is a game of strategy and thought, seeing into your opponent’s eyes and mind, trying to predict their strategy. Other sports rely on the roll of a dice, spin of a wheel or turn of a card. Others more physical such as cricket, football, rugby, tennis etc. all bear an element of skill but to hit over a century in cricket and be made an icon, I cannot understand or fathom.

In its basic form, there is twenty-two yards of grass. At each end, there are three round spindles with two pieces of wood balanced upon them. Each is being defended by a person holding a strip of wood called a bat. The team batting will have a person defending the vertical spindles from being hit by a ball, a round missile that is being thrown by its very fastest trajectory at the bat’s person who will use the bat to defend the spindles and themselves.

The opposing team is sporadically spread out around the field in the hope of catching the ball, should it be defended away or return as soon as possible to strike out the spindle defender, while he is running to the end of the strip of grass, scoring a run! At the end of the innings, the defenders and attackers charge around.

Oh, but let us not forget there is an interval of truce, in this war for ‘tea’ where the unfortunate ladies, wives or friends of the players have prepared refreshments and a picnic. Then it is back to war, finish, total the score, declare the winning team, person of the match, shower, change and down the pub. In summary, a total day wasted and it is called a ‘sport’.

Please, do not ask me about any of the other mindless pursuits called sport, football, rugby etc.! The part I really cannot understand is that supporters place the players as idols and pitch bloody battles against each other to defend the honour of their team and idols. Would these idols do the same for their supporters? It does not appear to have happened yet. They finish their game, get in fine cars to go home to an elegant mansion and get paid astronomical salaries for doing so. If I find Joseph, maybe he can enlighten me!

Switching the computer back on, I googled for the train times from Kings Lynn to London Liverpool Street, a journey time of 2:08 hours. With the trains departing every 8 minutes past the hour, we do not drive, or indeed, by coincidence, possess a car.

I switched off the computer and headed out of the door, locking it behind me. My short walk of twenty minutes placed me at home through the carriage door. Lady Helen was waiting and had prepared drinks, hers a Lady Helen, and my own a Thackeray, both cocktails. Sitting down, we clinked glasses and took a sip from our drinks.

I noticed Helen was looking rather ravishing, sporting a summer dress with a tasteful low neckline, with black patent stiletto shoes and black fine denier stockings. I started to flick through my filing index of special dates, but could not match any for today. With a beaming smile, she enquired, Have you had a nice day? before I could respond.

She continued, I arranged the church flowers and started a new painting of the church which looks wonderful with the summer flowers. It’s a nice evening so I thought we would supper at the pub maybe sit out.

That would be wonderful, I responded.

We finished our drinks and, in readiness to depart, stood.

She asked, Are my seams straight? turning her calves to face me. My heart skipped a beat; these were my favourite.

We walked to the pub and selected an outside table. James came out, welcomed us and enunciated the menus with specials. Helen chose Caesar salad, with prawns and chicken, and I went for the steak, kidney and oyster pudding.

She frowned playfully at my choice but I couldn’t resist such a delight, if offered, and I indulged