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November 28, 2007

DigPhilly Speaks Out Against Fictional Programs

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Yesterday, NBC 10/DigPhilly's Teresa Masterson reported on a pretty creepy new Google technology: Google Body, which will attempt to scan the body of every living thing on Earth. Google said they'll be able to help companies know where to spend their research dollars and help match up organ donations. There is a way to opt out.

I don’t like to use strong language in writing, but there is no other way to describe it: This is fuuuuuucked up.

The project, known as Google Body, sees the company partnering with public transportation systems, libraries, and motor vehicle departments to place scanners in highly trafficked areas, doorways, etc., that will scan every person’s body in order to make it available to anyone.

The best part? If you don’t want people to be able to google your ass, (and yes, I mean your ass in the literal sense) you need to wear a yellow and black headband in public. I really wonder if this is a joke. I’m praying that this is a joke. But it’s not. It’s insanity masked as innovative technology.

You may have guessed it already, people: The original article on Wired's website was a joke.

But with quotes like these, it was pretty hard to figure out it was a joke.

"I was shocked when I saw it," exclaims Larry Blender of Carson City. "I mean, one, where did they get a 3-D rendering of my ass, and, two, does my ass really look like that? I admit that I satisfied some of my curiosity about a few of my neighbors and co-workers before I thought to search for myself, but I was still really shocked to see it up there."

"You know what the top two search terms are, after 'ass'?" asks David Deerfield of People and Privacy, a privacy-focused community outreach group. "They're 'aorta' and 'arterial plaque.' Who do you think is conducting those searches? There's no doubt in my mind that there are insurance company bots scouring this thing and we think it should stop."

But those quotes didn't stop TM from saying this fictional program -- which the article said was taking place in 2022, mind you -- was the worst thing ever.

This isn’t about not wanting the world to know the size of my ass (though, seriously, is that necessary?), this is 1984! This is Orwellian terror. Everyone is to be scanned like grocery items on a conveyor belt, and then your body, every part of it, is for the public’s taking. Want to know how big a guy’s penis is? Want to see your neighbor’s breasts? Google Body it. This is rape. How can this be seen as anything but a gross violation of the one thing that is yours and only yours?

This should be a subscriber-only program. You want to know if you have tumors? Sign up and the information should only be available to you. You shouldn’t have to wear a damn headband in order to be safe from this.

I’ve never used so many exclamation points in my life. I feel sick. This is fucked up.

I don't like using strong language in writing -- okay, actually, I love using strong language in writing. This is fucking hilarious.

Google to show your hoo-ha to the world [DigPhilly]
Google Body [Beyond the Beyond]

Posted by D-Mac on November 28, 2007 09:46 AM
Posted to DigPhilly , Fiction , Google , Hilarity , Strong Language , Teresa Masterson , WTF

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Comments

Oh, just in case: This was a parody of her parody, when DigPhilly tries to use that excuse.

Posted by: dmac at November 28, 2007 10:33 AM

Let me guess, they also think The Onion is 100% true.

Posted by: A. V. at November 28, 2007 11:15 AM

What's next? Buying a story that says FOB dug up Barbaro's remains and brought him back to life?

Posted by: Double D at November 28, 2007 12:36 PM

I'll bet ALB would be happy if this were true.

Posted by: Lynn at November 28, 2007 11:09 PM

BORING

Posted by: chess-nuts at November 29, 2007 12:00 AM