It’s pretty clear now how Arima knew who Kaneki was in V14: he’s wearing an earpiece that allows him to communicate beyond his location. Of course.
Somebody was aware that Kaneki was in the sewer. Somebody with the ability to use, track, or tap wires. Somebody could have heard Ken’s voice over the wire for the first time and told Arima to stop. I don’t want to give Hide fans and false hope but hey…! Anything’s possible at this point.
Assuming it’s V on the other end, we can probably conclude that Furuta is wearing a wire, too. Since someone told Arima to chill for a second, and then he was able to give his location for the Owl quinque, that means everyone involved can communicate both ways, loud and clear.
…its officers had indeed visited the home. But they said they did so not from some automated surveillance system, nor Google, but rather due to a “tip from a Bay Shore based computer company regarding suspicious computer searches”
I’m getting heated up because the police’s new explanation of Michele’s and Todd’s home search and questioning is being reported as fact. Especially because the new version is being used to attempt to discredit Michele.
Why take the “authorities” at their word? Aren’t they the ones who always say that someone who changes their story is lying? Hell, even the National Intelligence Chief lied to Congressunder oath to hide the giant unwarranted collection of innocent Americans’ online data. Compared to that, police lying to reporters toward the same end is nothing.
Coppola says he was shocked to learn that the film utilized
the very same surveillance and wire-tapping equipment that members of
the Nixon Administration used to spy on political opponents prior to the Watergate scandal.
Coppola has said this is the reason the film gained part of the
recognition it has received, but that this is entirely coincidental. (x)
Here’s a photo of someone’s AT&T bill that’s been floating around other social media networks. It’s allegedly a hidden fee for ‘wire tapping’. Big Brother is watching and eavesdropping but it’s the tax paying citizen’s like us that have to pay for it. WTF to that.
In George Orwell’s dystopian novel “1984″ the totalitarian state watched over its citizens with a TV which was two way and couldn’t be turned off and with various wire tapping devices and spies. When the book was written in 1949 there was no inkling of the digital revolution to come. Computers were still as big as houses and used vacuum tubes instead of transistors or integrated circuits.
These days we have far more sophisticated devices.
Our whereabouts can be tracked in real time by our cell phones. All of our text messages can be read. All of our purchases are monitored through our debit cards. There are surveillance drones which can fly, climb and hide all while taking video and sound recordings. Now they are the size of a small bird but they are working on a mosquito sized version. Armed drones can use infrared tracking and kill people on the ground with bullets or missiles. They can do this without any human intervention. The webcams affixed to our computers can be hacked to take video and sound recordings without our knowing it.
The really weird part is we actually pay for most of these items ourselves.
Then there is closed circuit television (CCTV). They are everywhere these days in stores, shops, storage yards, ATM machines, gas stations and even on street corners and light poles. In some places they can supply real time feedback to law enforcement over great distances.
Here we find ourselves again,
at the looming rehearsal of how the worms
will compose our significance. There’s terrible
love everywhere and in this room spiders
come and go like I’m a fly on the wall
(which is wire tapping, I suppose, but the better
parts of venom were never lost on me),
but how they envy how a person doesn’t
need to ever be present to remain
magnificent. Outside, the birds have built
a nest in a truffula tree but as of yet haven’t
bothered to invite me into the blue air.
Maybe they realize I spent all July breathing
big dirt, trying to build on my unfinished
ideas as if my former self was all
the mountains of the west.