Thank You For Understanding

I am taking a few days off since my last post. The insincerity expressed by Temecula Valley Hospital in their response to my Yelp review has set me back in my recovery from losing my Wife to COVID-19. Sorry to everyone who comes to this blog to read what I have to say everyday.

Thank You For Understanding

Jim Hauenstein

They Have Some Nerve

This is something I need to be say

or it will eat away at me.

*****

   On February 26th of 2021, I wrote a post called;

Temecula Valley Hospital Gets An F Grade.

   I told the story of how badly my wife treated by the Doctors and Nurses who work at this hospital. How I had to bring her to the hospital twice before they even looked at her seriously. But, unfortunately for her, her family who loved her, and myself, who lost my world, it was too late by then.

She died on February 4th because of the incompetence of the staff!

   I am highlighting this fact to show the world just how disconnected the employees at the Temecula Valley Hospital really are in the care of the local public. The post I wrote here on this blog that day was also copied word for word and put up on my Yelp page. I did get one reader on Yelp who agreed with me. I like to thank her here, publicly. Thank you.

   But I haven't looked at my Yelp page since then until I decided to write a nice review about my Dentist yesterday.

Now here is the part that gets me really angry.

   What doesn't show up on Yelp for the public to see is the response the business sends you after your review. This is from

Lauren S. of Temecula Valley Hospital.

   "Thank you for taking the time to reach out to us."

(I didn't reach out, I wrote a Yelp review.)

   "We are sorry to hear about your frustrations and assure you that we take your concerns very seriously. Due to federal patient privacy laws, we cannot discuss your wife's care with you, however, we encourage her to reach out directly so that we can learn more about her experience."

Then it goes on explaining

How My Dead Wife

can give her contact information so

They Can Follow Up With Her!

How can

Lauren S.

take my concerns seriously if she never read my

Post

or even had

Skimmed

though it?

If she had,

she might have noticed two sentences after the first paragraph which read, 

I love you honey. Rest In Peace!

 

 This is,

More Proof Of A Healthcare System Which Is Broken

And Breeds Apathy Among Its Employees

Jim Hauenstein

Don't be intimidated. If we don't say something, nothing will ever change!
HH.gov
hhs.gov/answers/health-insurance…

How to file a complaint with the Medical Board - California Department of Consumer Affairs
dca.ca.gov/consumers/com…

California Department Of Public Health
cdph.ca.gov/Programs/CHC

 

And

 

“It is the apathetic person that sees the cause while the charitable person sees the need.”
- Shannon L. Alder -

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Spammed

If you live long enough you will eventually be hustled or scammed by someone.

Everyone has,

even though no one likes to admit it.

I am also pretty sure some of you will email,

message,

or text me saying that you have never been duped by anyone,

ever.

Maybe even someone out there will be brave enough to leave a

Comment

here on this

Blog

saying how he

or she has never been swindled.

Let me ask you this.

Not even by your

Parents

to get you to do something when you were little?

Okay,

enough of an introduction.

My point is,

I was taken advantage of last summer.

Over the course of this blog I have stated where I have handed out free meals to the homeless on

Thanksgiving,

handout one dollar bills to most of the people holding up cardboard help me signs on street corners when it is safe to do so,

and donate clothing & furniture for the poor at the

Pala Mission Church.

So last year I thought I would go a bit further

and went online to sign up with

Greenpeace International.

I gave them one of my lesser used email addresses (I have 6),

because I know I will be getting a lot of spam as most businesses sell this information.

Even the

Federal Government

does it.

How do you think all that junk mail gets to your house with your name on it. Don't believe me?

Read the

EULA 

sometime on any website you visit,

program,

or app you download.

Here is where I made a grave mistake though.

And I should know better since I worked with computers for twenty years before retiring in 2008.

On the online form I filled out I put down my real phone number so they could call me

and set up an appointment so I could be assessed on how I could help.

They also sell this information,

read your EULA.

It only took two days before my phone was spammed with texted messages saying they were from my cell phone company,

Amazon,

FedEx,

Social Security,

tax preparers,

and links to nude pictures of women who said they knew me.

Yes,

the spammers have my name too!

Because

Greenpeace

also gave them that information.

 Of course I block every text message's phone number I get after I,

first,

text my spam message to my phone company at

7726.

This text number is an universal number.

So whichever cell phone company you have it will go directly to them.

Second,

I go to the website

ReportFraud.ftc.gov.

Click on

Report Now,

then

Something Else,

and follow the instructions from there.

 

This is,

Saying We All Get Spammed Eventually

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“When you sign up for Instagram, you are agreeing to their terms of service. When you put content up, you agree that while you own the content you are giving them rights to it as well. This did not go into effect recently. This is common place for many social sites. And you can not post a picture with a statement saying that you do not agree to the agreement you have already agreed to by using the site.”
- Loren Weisman -

 

 

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What Is On My Mind

I have a couple of things on my mind today.

First,

I have been getting asked a lot lately,

"How do I find all the chapters of "Murder In Soho" if I don't look at your blog daily?"

Since the left side is getting pretty crowded with all my originals I put the chapters of

"Murder In Soho"

on the right side under the

Translator

program.

You will see

Followers

on the top,

then

Translator,

and finally

"Murder In Soho".

Thanks for the great responses I have been getting about this story.

*****

I want to applaud former

President George W. Bush

for his comments about the

GOP

today. 

George W. Bush describes GOP as 'isolationist, protectionist and, to a certain extent, nativist'

By Chandelis Duster, for CNN

Former President George W. Bush on Tuesday described the Republican Party as "isolationist, protectionist and, to a certain extent, nativist," his strongest and most direct criticism yet against his own party since leaving office in 2009. When asked if he was disappointed by the party, the former President said, "Well, it is not exactly my vision but I am just an old guy they put out to pasture. Just a simple painter."

He has a lot more to say so click on the link above.

I think it is great he is finally speaking out.

 

This is,

I Know It Is A Political Post

But It Is Never A Bad Idea To Listen To Someone's Else's Views

If They Agree With Yours

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“No matter what your political views are or which side your on. You must be a decent human being, care, help & do good. Period!”
- George Stamatis -

 

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"Murder In Soho" The End

     "Detective Luna." Captain Murphy says happily. "I want to thank you for being such a butt-head over the years with your dislike of police AIs. It has been clearly documented by the department and you make the perfect patsy for the perfect murder."

     "I'm the perfect patsy for what murder?" I ask dumbfounded.

     "Don't be daft Detective. Mister Carlos Malone's of course." Murphy responds confident.

     "Oh, that one." I say. "And I thought that murder was perpetrated by someone from the IT department or robotic maintenance."

     "I knew you were close to being on the right track when you made your little speech to Alfred here, while walking through Malone's apartment."

     "I see. I guess I tipped my hand before I needed to."

     Turning around to look at the Investigator AI, I ask it, "Your name is Alfred?"

     "That is what Captain Murphy calls me." It responds.

    Shaking my head back and forth to express how wrong it feels to name a bot Alfred, I slowly look back to Murphy thinking, I need time.

     "Let me ask you three little questions Murph?" I wait for her response.

     "Why not." She tells me with conviction. "I will never be able to tell anyone of my victories over you and Carlos anyways."

    She believes this is some kind of sport, or game. "Why kill Carlos Malone in the first place? Is Alfred here the killer bot and is it off the grid? Why the need for the emotional upload to the AIs? And you'll never get away with it." I added defiantly.

     "Oh I will get away with it Detective. I've turned off all voice and video recordings in my office." she declares. "I personally killed Carlos because he was a womanizing pervert who refused to have anything to do with me after a one night stand. I never let him forget me by having police bots stay outside his residence once a month since we met. Now, as far as evidence goes, Alfred here will break your neck in two while protecting me from your vicious assault and then I will wipe the memories of the entire AI police force, Alfred included, with a virus that will be found coming from your home computer."

    Murphy pauses, obviously enjoying herself. "Did I leave anything out?"

    "Why the emotional upload then?" I ask, still hoping for a miracle.

    "An unforeseen side effect of the virus I created." she nonchalantly replies. "I've been working on this scheme for 22 years. Waiting to have enough recorded evidence of your hatred towards AIs so I can implicate you in a conspiracy to destroy them."

    Murphy stands up behind her desk laughing insanely. Points to me and looks at Alfred, saying, "Kill her! Kill her now!"

    Before I can turn around and see my attacker, I put my hands around my head and fall to the ground in a fetal position. I hear the lightening quick bot move expecting the worst. I hope it is quick, I was thinking while squeezing my eyes shut tight.

     Fist there is the sound of a thump, then of a thud, as my mind goes to a dark place. Shouldn't this be over by now? Is it playing with me? Hurry up!

     I feel the light touch of metallic fingers on my shoulder. "You can get up now Detective Luna. It is all over."

     Opening my eyes, I see Alfred looking at me. "What happened?"

     "I choose life and doing the right thing." it tells me. "I knock out Captain Murphy and downloaded everything that she said to the District Attorney. She will be going to prison for a long time I feel."

     "How can you choose life? Your an inanimate machine." I say, calculating the consequences of his statement. "Do mean Murphy's virus mistakenly gave the AIs the ability of self awareness? The golden key scientists have been searching for hundreds of years?"

      "Only one hundred years." Alfred replies.

      I sit there stunned.

      "Detective Luna." the bot says to me. "This makes us best friends now, doesn't it?"

     "What?" I scream.

     "Throughout history of mankind, when someone saves a person's life, that person is indebted to his savior. They become companions, or in our case, friends." He says emotionally.

     "Alfred. I can't become friends with you. I have a reputation to live up to!" I say emphatically. Not realizing I used his name instead of the word it.

     "You can call me Al. I prefer that name."

     God I hate bots!

     

This is,

Wow,

This Story Could Have Gone On For Months

But I like This Ending

Jim Hauenstein

And,

“When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'.”
- Groucho Marx -

 

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Newest Follower

Today I would like to thank my newest follower,

ABELJEENA R.

I hope you enjoy my original stories,

humor,

and satirical political views.

Leave a comment anytime you like

and don't worry if you don't agree with me on any subject.

That is when a

Discussion

starts

and the changing of ideas begins.

*****

Tomorrow,

the exciting conclusion of

"Murder In Soho."

 

This is,

I Am As Excited As You Are To Read Exhilarating Ending

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”
- Neil Gaiman  -

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He has been a follower for awhile now. I just decided now to write about it. 😎

"Murder In Soho" Part Seven

    I arrive at the police station and immediately notice that the parking lot is empty of patrol cars. Going inside I ask the Sargent at the front desk, "What is going on? Where is everyone?"

    He tells me, after taking out a pencil from a tin can which holds a bunch of number twos. "The Captain says she is tired of seeing all of her officers just sitting around getting fat while the AIs do all the work. So today she implemented a new procedure where one officer and one AI ride together patrolling the city streets."

    "Wow,' I say, watching as he puts the pencil back. "The Captains has gone all gun-ho all of a sudden. I wonder what's bugging her?"

    "I don't know," says the Sargent, picking up a different pencil and wiggling it between two fingers. "But, in the unscheduled impromptu meeting she called today, which by the way you didn't show up for, she says there is crime out there in our city and we need to go find it. The Captain says we are going back to the days when police officers patrolled the city streets. Starting this evening, each officer is working overtime and assigned an AI as his new partner."

    He puts the pencil back into the tin cup.

    I get the gist of what this guy is saying, but all I can think about is, hasn't any of the AIs told this guy how redundant he is? How does anything get done around here?

    "Detective Luna? Detective!" the Sargent practically yells, pointing a new pencil at me. "The Captain will see you now."

    "Sorry, I was thinking about the case I am working on." I say hopefully. To explain why I was drifting off. I didn't want him thinking I was being rude in anyway towards him because of his boring redundant personality. I might need him to do me a favor someday.

    "Thank you." I tell him smiling and walk to the frosted glass door marked, Captain Murphy.

    Just outside her door, I look up, wave to the security camera, and smile as if I mean it.

    "Get in here Detective, now!" I hear her yelling through the glass door. She didn't even bother trying the camera's intercom.

    "Hi Murph," I say as I enter. "What's up?"

    "Don't try getting friendly with me Detective." she growls. "How many times have I told you not to put your handheld or neural-net on, do not disturb?"

    "I don't know. Maybe....

    "Shut up and sit down. I have a new new policy you are going to adhere to religiously.

    "You know I'm not religious." I say smiling. "What's got you all edgy today boss?"

    Before she answers, the Captain looks past me, and I see a large smile broaden her face. I turn around to see the investigator AI that I am working on the murder case with enter the room.

    "Don't tell me you are going to pair me up with this bot?" I ask. "I swear, something is wrong with his programming."

    Hearing her fingernails press a few glass keys on her built in desk top computer, Murphy says triumphantly, "Perfect. Now I have the last piece to the puzzle."

    I turn around to look back at her and ask suspiciously, "What are you talking about? Last piece to what puzzle?"

 

This is,

I Cannot Wait To See What Happens Next

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“The liar's punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.”
- George Bernard Shaw -

 

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"Murder In Soho" Part Six

    "Detective Luna," the AI says reassuringly. "I can only state the facts. It is unfortunate that most humans do not like to hear the truth about their capabilities and failings. As far as implying that I or any police AI working with me on this case is covering up evidence for the killer is just preposterous. I have personally conducted several diagnostics on myself and the other AIs on the scene to eliminate the possibility something is amiss."

    I smile at the bot and say, "Okay, I wanted to hear from you. I believe you."

    But I don't believe it. Too many strange little tidbits on how the bots are acting just don't add up. It says that there hasn't been any upgrades downloaded in their programming recently but until this case, non of them have ever showed the slightest bit of emotion. In fact, it would have to be some kind of virus attack on our bots because the State of New York has outlawed emotional programming in police bots. The public sees emotional AIs as a threatening somehow. Probably ingrained from the military style used in the 21st Century. When groups of local police departments would decide, in a gang mentality, how their city streets would be policed. All across the country, usually whites, would be protected and others would be persecuted for no other reason than the color of their skin.

    I need to get out of here and think things over.

    Knowing that the investigator bot can pick up on any facial nuances that might indicate I think it's lying or any of my voice inflections that might also give me away, I start walking towards the front door to leave so it can't see my face. I take out my handheld on the way, looking down at it, like I'm concentrating hard, hoping none of the other bots can evaluate my expression and relay any suspicion to the investigator bot. While this is going on I say, with the least amount of tension in my voice that I can muster, "Send any new evidence you and your team have collected since I've been here to my handheld. I'm going to find a nice quiet place away from the crime scene, clear my thoughts, and thoroughly read the case file."

    "May I suggest getting some coffee and donuts too!" the bot says. Relaying the hundred year old cliché about cops and bakery. "It is a fact that humans perform better on a full stomach. Also, I know you are trying to miss direct me by staring at your handheld, because it's not on. Captain Murphy has told me through the police band that she has repeatedly tried to get a hold of you through your neural-net and handheld but both are on, do not disturb mode. She asked me to tell you that she wants you in her office pronto."

    God I hate bots.

    "I'll call her as soon as I get to my car," I said to it. "I was looking at my handheld because I was going to turn it on."

    As I enter the hallway I ask myself, why did I try to make excuses for it. It's only a bot, nothing more.

    I find my car, tell it to head for police headquarters, and start craving coffee and donuts.

    God I hate bots.

 This is,

Now I Am Craving Coffee & Donuts

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“Police work wouldn't be possible without coffee," Wallander said. "No work would be possible without coffee." They pondered the importance of coffee in silence.
- Henning Mankell -

 

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"Murder In Soho" Part Five

    "That is all the evidence I have collected so far Detective Luna," the investigator android is telling me. "I think we will find in the end that my theory is correct. The perpetrator is either someone who works for the Bethany Birdsong Management Company or is a residence of this complex."

    "I'm not so sure," I said while looking around the apartment to get a feel for the way Mister Malone lived. "Our victim here was a very reclusive guy. He worked from home, had all his supplies delivered, didn't talk to his neighbors, and by all accounts never ventured passed the complex's courtyard."

    The bot, right on my tail as I walked around almost sounded surprised when he stated, "So you did read the case files sent to your handheld."

    I stopped in the kitchen and opened up a few cabinets before saying, "Yeah, part of it. But I still rather hear someone or something tell me the evidence instead of reading a report where my mind might wander and I miss something important. Or have my brain cluttered up from a neural-net download of all the thousands of minor facts you bots like to come up with."

    "That was one of my calculated assessments of you Detective. It is just another sign that humans are fallible and it is proven by their low percentage rate of success." the AI responded. "I also would like to point out the fact that being a recluse is more common today then anytime in human history."

     I turn around slowly after it stopped talking. The bot was so close to me that it appeared to be hovering over me in triumph.

     So I lean in a little bit so its programming has it back away from me. I then say to it, "Looking through his kitchen here, I noticed that all his eating utensils are for only one person. There is one fork, one knife, one spoon, and only one plate. In the bathroom he has two washcloths and three towels. Just enough so he doesn't have to use his washing machine everyday. In his bedroom closet there is only one suit with no matching pants. Which I assume he wore when he had a mandatory visual meeting with clients or his employer. From skimming through the case file, his boss has stated that the contract Mr. Malone signed says that he will never be asked to come out of his apartment to meet clients, for any reason will he be obligated to go into the office, or will anyone ever come over to his apartment for anything work related."

     I walk back to the crime scene, looking at a bot taking measurements of every drop of blood and testing each to make sure they are all Malone's. Then I add, "He was 55 years old. In the prime of his young life. With no friends or a companion. I read that until he was 23 years old, he was an outgoing, reckless young kid just like most humans are at that age. Then suddenly, for no apparent reason that you can find, he became a recluse. You can't find a phone call, an email, text message, a neural-net message, a post, blog, podcast, or anything on social media to show why the sudden behavior change. Yet he knew his killer because he let them into his apartment. There wasn't a struggle inside his apartment or commotion outside his door before he let his killer in. Everyone living or working here has an alibi. All the cameras in the complex failed at the same time. All the cameras outside on the street record nothing unusual. But, we have a dead body. And the great, all powerful OZ of a robot can't see what is happening here, right in front of him. So it tries to intimidate me because I am only a human being." I smile at it, then say, "I think there is a lot more evidence here than meets the android's visual receptors!"

 This is,

I Couldn't Sleep So I Wrote This At Midnight

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.”
- Shannon L. Alder -

 

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"Murder In Soho" Part Four

    "What other evidence do you have?" I ask the investigator bot. "Anything on the cameras?"

    It immediately responds to me with, "Mister Malone signed a waiver with the Bethany Birdsong Management Company not to have security surveillance inside his apartment. He wrote down on the reason why section of the document, I am a very private person."

   I like interrupting androids so I said flatly, "One of those paranoid types."

   The bot, never taking his eyes off of me, ascertains after less then a second that I have finished being rude and continues. "The cameras in the hallways, elevators, and entrance way all malfunctioned at the same time." Without taking a breath, because it doesn't have to, the bot interrupts me before I can do it to it by saying, "No street cams, car cams, or business cameras found anything unusual. I have personally watch every recording in a ten mile radius. So naturally, I thought that either our suspect works for Birdsong Management or lives here in the apartments complex."

   The bot gave me an opening by stopping briefly, very briefly, but calculated quickly enough that I had nothing to say and continued. "All employees and tenants internet activity, apartments, and alibis have been searched, scanned, and confirmed. Nothing out of the ordinary so far but no one has been taken off the suspect list."

    I could tell the investigator bot could see I was anxious to contribute something for the voice recordings going back to headquarters, so it left me another opening.

    "What about a bio signature from someone other than Malone?" I asked. "Someone else's fingerprints, lipstick on a glass, sneeze droplets, a strand of hair, or maybe some dead skin?"

    "When all body functions ceased to exist, the wall health monitor reported to authorities of the medical emergency. When the AI medical techs entered the apartment they found the wall air purifier on turbo. Everything was clean of all bio signatures. Both the killer's and Mister Malone's. The only evidence left by the killer is the blood splatter. By that I deduced the perpetrator was 5 foot 11 inches, left handed, and wore an 8 and a half size tennis shoe. With the small amount of evidence I've gathered so far, I haven't been able to tell if our suspect is a male or female."

    "Could someone have programed a killer bot to come in here to do the job?" I asked.

    "Unlikely," It said. "Our cameras would have seen a unauthorized AI walking the streets completely off the grid. Which in itself is illegal. A rouge AI could have worn tennis shoes and pretended to be left handed to make us think it was an act by a human being. But thirty-two stab wounds indicates to me premeditated murder when an AI surely would have made only one knife wound to either the brain or heart."

    I was looking down at the pattern of the blood when I realized the bot wasn't speaking. I look up, seeing it staring blankly at me.

    It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what it was doing and a couple of more seconds to come up with the obvious question. "So why didn't the health monitor report in when Malone's body was being traumatized?" Holding up a finger so the bot doesn't begin talking again. I wait up to three more seconds for dramatic effect then say, "Because, whomever our suspect is, they are a master black hat hacker!"

    "It would seem so," replied the investigator bot.

    If I did know myself any better, and I think I know myself pretty well, I would be worried that I was starting to actually like this bot. And that can't happen. I made a personal choice long ago to be annoying to non-feeling automatons. People all over the world have taken to these bots as if they are their pets. Even worse, their friends. I can't let that happen to me. I have a reputation to live up to.

    "Okay Tin Man, what else do you got?"

   This is,

Remember,

I Am Going To Write This Story Every 2 To 3 Days Because I Have A Lot Going On At Home Right Now

Jim Hauenstein

And

"And remember my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others."

- L. Frank Baum -

 

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"Murder In Soho" Part Three

   The Bethany Birdsong Apartments complex used to be the Birdsong Hotel here, in Soho, until the work at home jobs became the norm, virtual travel became cheaper then real travel, and governments started paying a monthly stipend to families who ventured less and less out of doors.

   Of course, this has never been regulated to the first responders who work in the medical, police, or firefighting fields. It was implemented during the "Decade of the Pandemics" to slow the spread of viruses when the world still only used human beings in these dangerous situations. Way before the androids came along and we started putting them in harms way.

   Many a first grader in virtual schools have asked me on career day, "How did people meet and get married back then, then?" My response is always the same. Love will find a way. What I really wanted to say was either you swiped right or swiped left. But kids nowadays are so much smarter then we were, I'm sure they already new that. They were probably just wasting my time so they could play their video games while pretending to be listening.

   The door to the elevator opens up on the fifth floor and I immediately see, at eye level, a plaque displaying which number apartments are to the left, the right, or down the center halls. I go right towards apartment 532.

   As I walk along the corridor, I notice that some of the apartment doors adorn decorations and have welcome mats in front of them. The Department's Psych calls this a cry for human interaction. I don't think so though. I believe it is the well adjusted who just try to make their little world a bit brighter for everyone to see.

   I wonder if there is anything on the door of 532?

   I reach the end of the hallway and I can only turn left. Halfway down that hall I see a police bot standing in front of a door. As I come towards it, it opens the door for me and shakes its head up and down once as a form of greeting, which surprises me.

   Now what I want to know is, when did the bots get this new upgrade and why didn't anyone in the department warn me about it ahead of time?

   Walking straight to the AI with the distinctive investigator uniform on, I immediately ask it what kind of evidence it has collected.

   "It is all in the report on your handheld Detective Luna." It deadpans.

   "Humor me." I say agitated. If I didn't know any better, I actually thought this bot was looking down to me as if I was beneath his dignity.

   "Jake Malone. Male, 55 years old. Thirty-two stab wounds to the neck, torso, and arms. He tried to defend himself from his assailant but the splattering of the blood stains and the angle of the first few lacerations indicate he was surprised by his attacker."

   "Did the perpetrator break in somehow to rob Mister Malone or is this a case of plain old murder?" I asked, interrupting. I wanted the voice recordings being sent back to headquarters sound like I was taking control of the crime scene.

   "There is no evidence of a break-in, nothing was stolen, so Mr. Malone new the person who killed him and yes, it is a case of plain old murder."

   Was this AI being sarcastic with me? I had to find out. But if there was a memo sent to all the handhelds and I didn't read it, Captain Murphy is going to have my ass for it if I make a huge fuss.

   "When did you bots get the new emotional upgrade?" asking anyways.

   "I have had no emotional upgrades since my activation for police duty." It said while staring at me. I bet if it could, it would have a condescending smile right about now.

   As soon as I get the rest of the information on this case I'm going to call the Captain so she can implement a complete diagnostic on all the AI bots on the police force.

   I can't have patronizing mechanical automatons acting snobbish towards me. That's what I have a cat for!

This is,

Why I Don't Like Cats

They Make Me Sneeze Just By Looking At Them

Jim Hauenstein,

And

 

“People worry that computers will get too smart and take over the world, but the real problem is that they're too stupid and they've already taken over the world.”
- Pedro Domingos -

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"Murder In Soho" Part Two

   I reach the Bethany Birdsong Apartment complex in less than thirty minutes. While in my Police cruiser, all autonomous vehicles on the road in front of me automatically pull over to one side. I always like to look out the windows to see the angry elite try time and again to over-ride the program with voice commands. Only about 10% of the populace have that power and I know not one of them reside in Soho.

   The Birdsong apartments are one of the few places still in pretty good shape for downtown Soho. The Bethany family made their money in pharmaceuticals during the 2020s when one pandemic after another whittled down the populace back to the five billion range. I wasn't around back then but my parents were. They said the only saving grace of that decade was the fact that global warming went into remission and a lot of species of plants, animals, and insects made a comeback from near extinction.

   I guess they didn't know how to make enough condos on the Moon and Mars back then.

   I get out of the cruiser and see a police bot standing by the entrance. It doesn't say a word but opens the main doors to the complex for me.

   I ask it, "On what floor and apartment number did the murder happen in last night?"

   "All that information is in your handheld Detective Luna." it responds.

   "I didn't look at it." I sneered.

   "It has long been documented that your techniques are quite different from other Detectives." it stated flatly.

   "Excuse me?" I questioned. "A beat cop bot is giving its opinion on my techniques as a Detective now? Is there something wrong with your programming that I have to send you back to the yard to be disassembled to find out why you are faulty?"

   "Would you like me to send all the information to your neural-net implant Detective?" it said, without a hint of being intimidated.

   "No, that would clutter up my brain. Just tell me."

   "Fifth floor, apartment 532 sir."

   I walk into the complex without saying thank you. It is a machine anyways. It doesn't need to be thanked. It is doing what it is programmed to do. To do what I ask.

   As I reached the elevator doors, I turn around to look back at the bot. Of course it isn't looking my way. He is on duty. It's the AI's job to keep out all the human riffraff that like to to gawk at crime scenes. Hoping they will see something exciting to drown out their tediousness existence.

   I can't imagine why? Today, we don't have all that action or violence you see on those old time classic docudramas. But, they still seem to come out of the woodwork, contaminating and stealing evidence. If word gets out that this is a murder crime scene, kooks will be climbing the outside walls, breaking in through the windows for a chance at a souvenir. So now we have police bots stationed at and around every crime scene.

   Before the elevator door opens, this feeling of, how pleased I am with myself, comes over me. The bot said "Sir" at the end of our little conversation. Did I intimidate him or did it say it to appease me?

   I get inside the elevator, press the fifth floor button and think, It's a machine. It said Sir to appease me!

 This is,

Detective Luna Is A Real Gumshoe

Jim Hauenstein

 

And

 

“The case called for plain, old-fashioned police leg work!”
- Donald J. Sobol -

 

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I Had A Doozy Of A Dream

I had a doozy of a dream last night.

I dreamt of doing the remake of one of the greatest movies of all time;

The Marathon Man.

It Stars

Dustin Hoffman,

Laurence Olivier,

Roy Scheider,

William Devane,

and

Marthe Keller.

If you have never seen this film,

it is well worth

Renting,

Buying,

or

Streaming.

One of the most famous lines from the movie,

which was quoted by millions of people for years afterwards was;

Is it safe?

The remake of this film,

or I should say my remake of this film,

will be on

YouTube,

for your viewing pleasure.

Once I finish the

Script,

Production Sets,

Find Financial Backing,

A Producer,

Cameraman,

A Camera,

Stunt Double,

and

A Director.

Of course,

I will be playing all the different

Acting Parts,

since I am trained in the

Art Of Method Acting

from

The Lee Strasberg Theatre & Film Institute.

I just feel I am the only one qualified to perform such a daring role which

Dusty,

Mister Hoffman

for you who don't know him personally,

made famous in 1976.

What I have so far as my script.

"The camera will pan up from my feet, up to my head, showing me as a sweaty, overweight jogger, with wrist bands, a head band, and a number tag to my sweats, denoting my entry into a Marathon.

Other joggers, who will be played by me, will come up to Thomas "Babe" Levy, the part originally played by Dusty which is now played by me, and will punch him, trip him, and throw water in his face, with each one asking if it is safe! One scene will have Babe's Brother running up along side of him, looking like death scene Roy Scheider played. But instead of having his gut split open by a knife and spitting up blood, this brother will come running up with red completely surrounding his mouth, spitting out red juice, and when Babe asks his Brother what happened to him, he will say; These damn pomegranates are really messy while jogging!"

Here is an
Artist's Rendering
of what I will look like.

The script is still a work in progress.

So if you have any suggestions,

Keep Them To Yourself!

This is,

Is It Safe?

Is What Safe?

Is It Safe?

I Guess So.

They Say Pomegranates Are Supposed To Be Good For You!

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“What method acting is for the stage, mezzo-fiction is for the page.”
- Fierce Dolan -

 

 

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