When I wrote my first Sonny Hawke novel, Hawke’s Prey, I structured the plot around a 100-year-snowstorm in the Big Bend region of West Texas. This arid desert sees more rain than most would believe, but the inclusion of deep snow was a surprise to most people.
To be sure I wasn’t getting into that weird world of reader volatility about reality––
“Cars always blow up when you shoot them! Don’t you watch movies?”
“You dumb writer. There’s no thumb safety on a Glock!”
“Can’t you read a map? Elm Street in downtown Dallas is one way going west!!!”
–––I contacted local Channel 5 weatherman David Finfrock to see if he could explain how such a storm could arrive in that part of the Lone Star State. He graciously invited me to his home and we sat down with paper maps so he could show me how the elements of such a storm could come together.
I outlined the snow storm exactly that way in the book and caught grief from a number of readers who swore there had never been a two-foot snow in Alpine or Marfa, the two towns I combined into Ballard for the novel. The record was 19” back in 1946.
In 2021 and again in 2023, snow fell to startling depths that drifted more than two feet in many places, shutting down that entire part of the country. I was vindicated.
My most recent novel, Hard Country, is a contemporary western featuring Brand Inspector Tucker Snow and his brother, Harley. They work together to take down a meth dealer in rural Northeast Texas, and in the course of the story, Tucker’s late-model Dodge dually is stolen.
They get it back, and Tuck drives it to retired friend west of Fort Worth to see if he can download any data from the pick-up’s computer. The wizard of a mechanic plugs a device into the Dodge and downloads tons of data. They find that the thief linked his iPhone to the vehicle’s blue-tooth, wanting to hear some bad-boy music while he drove. That personal info helped unravel the meth dealer’s world.
This is an excerpt from the novel:
Don pointed at the computer screen. “Everything about Tuck that he didn’t know was downloaded on the truck’s computer. Look here. There are two levels to what I’m looking for. These are places you’ve been. The GPS keeps track of everywhere you drove.”
I didn’t like that one bit. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. The black box in there’s been tracking you since the day you drove off the lot. Here are the speeds you ran from Point A to Point B. They say it only records and holds the info for a short while, but it’s a lie.”
Harley chewed his bottom lip. “How long has this been going on?”
“Since 1994. It started out innocent enough, like everything else the government does, but then they started adding stuff on. The data was used to track how cars performed in crashes, but then they went off the rails with it. They’ll tell you it doesn’t track where you’re going, or record audio and video, but they’re lying through their teeth.
“Now they’re into data mining. Right now there are over seventy-eight million cars on the road with these recording devices. I ’magine ninety-eight percent of the cars sold will be tracking their owners within the next ten years, and probably doing more than that.
“That’s where the technology gets out of hand. More recent vehicles record your habits, where you go, and when. Here’s one I don’t like.” He paused the scrolling screen and pointed with the cursor. “Cameras in cars now track your eyes when you’re driving to see whether you’re watching the road, and not your phone or any other distractions. They do it in the name of safety, but I don’t believe that for one minute.
“What I’m looking for is even deeper, and more disturbing. They’re downloading your taste in music, or your voice commands. They search your history, looking at apps such as Waze, Apple CarPlay, Pandora, or Music Box…which is where I am now. You like big band music, huh?”
I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I do like big band music and only listen to it when I’m in the truck by myself, but the idea of the car recording my listening habits was uncomfortable, to say the least.
“Folks are driving giant smartphones these days. The minute you pair your cell phone with the truck, either by Bluetooth or through a USB port, they tap into everything with personal data, anticipate your needs, and even log into apps that have credit card information and who has access to all that info that shouldn’t be out there.”
He poised and glanced over his shoulder at me. “I can find your credit card numbers if you want, ’cause I bet you’ve ordered stuff through your phone. Boys, you’re watched twenty-four seven. Big Brother is here and people feed him info every day without a shrug or a raised eyebrow. Give me an old ’56 Dodge truck any time.”
There’s more, but you get the picture. People said I was making all this up, but I first heard about it on the Ed Wallace radio show in Dallas. From there I did some digging, and uncovered the actual information above, and then some.
I was once again vindicated by a recent CBS 12 News Now report that featured Jen Caltrider, Director of Mozilla’s “Privacy not Included, who said, “Data is money these days and cars have the ability to collect so much of it, maybe more than any other device including phones.”
This data that is sold to third parties with deep pockets and is also shared with the U.S. Government. The personal information comes from devices within late model cars they investigated (such as Mercedes, Nissan and Ford), utilizing cameras, microphones, and censors. Some of the shared or sold data they reported in the news story includes medical information, buying info, and get this, your sex life.
Hummm…
According to this report, cars collect more of your data than even your phone, and I suspect that includes your Alexa, Dot or whatever smart device is listening in your home. I know that’s true, because one day in the living room a couple of years ago the Bride and I were talking about old school paint by number sets and one I did with my mom back in the early 1960s. That afternoon, an ad popped up on one of my social media platforms for…wait for it…paint by number sets.
Can you imagine the incredible odds of that being a coincidence?
Think of the line in the 1984 hit by Rockwell, “I always feel like somebody’s watching me.”
So do your research, suffer the slings and arrows of disbelievers, and don’t believe there’s anything left to make up. Now, get back to writing.
Hard Country. “An action fan’s dream. Non-stop excitement. Wonderful characters. A terrific locale. And a startling bulletin about how your car is watching you.”—David Morrell, New York Times bestselling author of First Blood
Rev, reminds me of the saying, “Just b/c you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you.”
Not only do vehicles track/monitor our info, manufacturers can remotely shut down the car. Law enforcement claims it’s to stop dangerous chases. But if you miss a payment, guess what.
I wrote about intrusive surveillance in this 2019 post: https://killzoneblog.com/2019/01/surveillance-by-keystrokes-giving-permission-to-snoop.html
Makes ya want to go back to horse travel b/c they keep their mouths shut.
You’re coming around. 😎 I’ve always wanted to go back to horseback travel. LOL!!!!!!!
I wouldn’t mind going back to horse and buggy days if we had air conditioning…
We all have to understand everyone is under surveillance at all times. That horse left the barn years ago.
So good to be vindicated! A friend and I were talking about buying a new printer for our office. It wasn’t an hour before I started getting ads for printers. I don’t have Alexa but I probably had my phone nearby. BUT I had turned Siri off…so either Siri doesn’t turn off when you click the little button that’s supposed to do that or my computer was listening to us…
We unplug ours, but your smart TV is listening.
What a sad world we live in now.
In many ways.
I have no idea why people have that creepy Alexa in their homes. Not only is it a security breach, but what does she even do for you? What value does she offer?
That said, my data is already an open book thanks to other devices I’m tethered to.
I’ll go to prison some day for looking up bombs, guns, obscure laws, working off the grid, massage parlors, EMPs, and banned books.
It gets even worse. I have it on very good authority that every phone call is passively monitored. If certain phrases or word combinations are detected, your conversation is flagged for further monitoring.
A semi-famous poet told a funny story about her contentious divorce. In the Sixties, her ex had her phone bugged to prove she was cheating on him, and some poor PI had to listen to her spend hours on the phone with other poets discussing the placement of commas.
Creepy. Recently while discussing a crime scenario for a story idea on the phone with a friend, I half-jokingly said to the effect of “in case the phone has ears, this is for FICTION.” Sadly this post today reminds me that I am more than right to be distrustful of our technology.
You and I are doomed.
I’m as minimal tech as I can get. Not even a smart phone. I keep hoping the Government will figure out why my Ford’s battery keeps malfunctioning and fuss at Ford to pay me back for learning about my wild life of going to the gym, the drug store, and Food Lion. Boomers, we live life to the fullest.
Most of the tech crap we are in right now was predicted over fifty years ago by science fiction writers. Ray Bradbury warned about smart houses and what they can do to us. Right now, SURREAL ESTATE, a ghost show on the SYFY Channel, has a haunted house using the smart house tech to absorb people. Bradbury would be so proud.
Thanks, Reavis. No Alexa for me, and my appliances are as dumb as possible.
I work in my home office. Nobody to talk to. And if someone’s listening, they’d be bored silly. But I do like being able to have Alexa remind me to check the laundry. Otherwise, it’d never get done.