The Human Heart: A New Sheriff in Town

Stolen passwords. Forged emails. Corrupt files. And … someone hacked into your model JXC3 Dell-Apple SonySung hack-proof computer and swiped your manuscript—the tale about the FBI agent who singlehandedly saves everything under the sun—and sold it to PenguinHouse-Putnam-Holt-Brown for twelve-thousand-million-zillion dollars!

But how could such a thing happen, you ask? After all, you had all the available security measures in place and all were working fine, or so you thought.

Computer hacker

Someone though, most likely a nefarious computer expert from the dark side, somehow bypassed your passwords, the fingerprint and iris scanners, the facial recognition software, and the voice reader, all to take your extremely original story.

I know, it’s difficult to understand. The expert kid at the computer store, the one you overheard telling a coworker about a really tough homework assignment that had to be completed before his dad would loan him the family minivan, said the machine was equipped with the best anti-everything protections that money could buy. A pimply-faced coworker, whose voice was locked in teen change-mode with pitches ranging from deep floor-rumbling bass to a canary on helium, agreed. Foolproof security.

The price of the computer was a meager $899, but with all the add-on security options, though, the price tag came in at just under $11,000. No way anyone should’ve beaten the high-end system. Yet they did.

So what can be done to stop the hacking, the bypassing, the backdoor entries, the stealing of such valuable and original manuscripts?

Heartbeats

Yes, the human heart is the solution to computer security. By using low-level Doppler radar, scientists at a University in Buffalo have developed a system that measures the human heart (no two hearts are identical) and uses those dimensions as your personal identifier. The systems takes about eight seconds to scan your heart and then it continually monitors the beating organ to be sure no one else has stepped in to take over the computer operation. If so, the device shuts down (the computer, not the heart).

The same system is thought to be useful for smartphone operation/security, and at airports to assist with security checks. The system is currently capable of detecting and monitoring a person up to thirty meters away.

What’s next, a heart database? Are we a mere heartbeat away from the government having the capability of monitoring our lives by, well, listening to our heartbeats as we walk or drive past a county “Heartbeat Police Car?”

The Human Heart: A New Sheriff in Town

Will we soon see Heart Police? Will their gun belts be equipped with B/P cuffs and portable EKG machines?

How about heartbeat line-ups?

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Friday’s Heroes: Remembering the Fallen – 10/06/17

Detective Kristen Hearne, 29

Polk County Georgia Police Department

September 29, 2017 – Detective Kristen Hearne was shot, multiple times, and killed while investigating a report of a stolen vehicle. As she and another officer approached the scene they were ambushed by a male suspect. The second officer was wounded but survived.

Detective Hearne is survived by her husband and three-year-old son.

Corporal Michael Paul Middlebrook, 44

Lafayette Louisiana Police Department

October 1, 2017 – Corporal Michael Middlebrook was shot and killed after responding to a shooting call at a local convenience store. When he arrived the suspect opened fire at Corporal Middlebrook engaging him in a shootout. Corporal Middlebrook was fatally wounded during the exchange of gunfire. He is survived by his wife, three-year-old daughter, and two step-daughters.

Officer Charleston Hartfield, 34

Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department

October 1, 2017 – Officer Charleston Hatfield was shot and killed while attempting to rescue injured citizens during the active shooter situation at the music festival in Las Vegas. He was off-duty at the time, attending the festival with his wife. 58 people were killed and over 500 wounded during the incident.

Officer Hatfield is survived by his wife and two children.

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Blood, and it’s MINE!

Busy night.

Long night.

Tired.

Robbery.

Domestic.

Juveniles.

Drunk driver.

Break time.

Coffee,

Sounds good.

Window,

Down.

Night air.

Cool, damp.

Traffic light.

Winking red.

Right turn.

Skinny dog,

In alley, limping.

Wino, in doorway.

Smile, no teeth.

A car.

Two teens,

Nervous glance.

Speed limit.

Exactly.

Glance, in mirror.

Tail lights.

Brake lights.

Signal light.

Left turn.

Gone.

Storm drain.

Steam.

Wispy tendrils,

Melting into black sky.

Radio,

Crackle.

Then …

“Fight-in-progress.”

“Tip-Top Bar.”

“Weapons involved.”

“Knives.”

“10-4,

Enroute.”

Blue lights.

Siren.

Parking lot.

Gravel, crunches.

Siren, stops.

“Hurry, Officer!”

Crowd, circled.

Two men.

Metal, flashes.

Step.

Grab.

Wrist turn-out.

Take-down.

Knife in hand.

Suspect on floor.

Handcuffed.

Blood.

Everywhere.

Mine.

Hospital.

Stitches.

Gun hand …

Again.

Should’ve been a writer.

Much safer.

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10 Signs That You’re A Cop

10. A tourist stops you to ask for directions to any bizarre and out-of-the-way destination and you immediately know the location, the shortest route to it, and every single wacko who lives near it.

9. Your stomach growls while you’re standing in the midst of an extremely gruesome murder scene, so you begin to think of food and your favorite 3 a.m. dining spot.

8. At least fives times each week someone says, “I pay your salary, a**hole.”

7. You’ve heard the line, “I only had two beers,” at least a million times.

6. You’re on first name basis with every wino and prostitute in the city, and you point them out, by name, to your spouse.

5. You wish you had a dollar for every time someone says, “There are real crooks out there and you’re wasting your time messing with me, you sorry piece of ****.”

4. You’re a bit apprehensive about going to church because there’s only one seat facing the front door, and it’s not available.

3. No matter where you are, your friends always introduce you as a cop. “Hi, Guys. Meet Sammy Squarejaw. He’s a cop.”

2. You find yourself sizing up the largest guy in the room, wondering how long it would take you to get him cuffed.

1.  Everybody tells you that someday you should write a book about your experiences on the job.

 

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