SCAM IN SPACE
As the future becomes our present some
things won’t change.
There will always be someone looking to
make a buck with a scam.
I recently received a PRIVATE CALLER, who, based on the background noise, called from a boiler room.
He claimed he was from Microsoft and I had recently downloaded several serious
and dangerous viruses which I needed to remove at once.
I had already heard of this scam and the
hell one of my friend’s husband put the scammers through before they realized the guy
was on to them. I wanted to play with them too, only I was behind schedule and
didn’t have time, so instead I said, “Sorry, I don’t have time to play with you
right now. You need to call someone else,” and hung up the phone.
Today I have time, but they won’t call
back and I don’t have their number since it was a private number. Sigh!
But I don’t need them. I’m an author. I
can make up my own scenario of our conversation. I can even put it in the future and have them
call my junker space ship.
So here is my version of Microsoft is
calling to fix a problem you didn’t even know you had. All you have to do is
give the caller complete control of your computer…or in this case, the ship.
Beep Beep……Beep Beep
Liza: *taps her ear piece* Junker Heap One.
Mechanically Disguised Voice (MDV): Sir,
I am from Virgin Atlantis. We have discovered you have transported onto your
ship seven deadly sinister assassins.
Liza: Seven? Wow? Did the six people who
don’t think Worst Week Ever is funny send them?
MDV: We don’t know who sent them.
However, you need to give us control of your ship at once so we can discover
and destroy them. Drop privacy shields and provide all your access codes at
once. Your life depends upon it.
Liza: My life? Wait, I only have 6 hate
reviews. Does this mean I have a 7th but that person decided not to write a review, but
to go directly to the Kill Liza solution?
Killing me seems a bit extreme just because they didn’t like my humor
and thus took my books seriously. I
think I better negotiate with the assassins, offer them a copy of Worst Week
Ever. With luck they’ll be laughing so hard I can convert them to my side of the
battle between serious and funny.
MDV: No sir, you must stay where you are
and let us handle them. We are experts. Any attempts you make will only make
the assassins angrier. They are blood thirsty murderers, who do not like
humor.
Liza: Are you certain? I’ve known a
couple of psychopaths and they seemed to like my humor. Although, now that I
think of it, their laughs were creepy.
MDV: Sir, the assassins have located
your position in the ship. Give us your codes now.
Liza: Okay, here’s my code: U R SCAMMERS
N I AM PLAYING U.
MDV: It didn’t work. Try again.
Liza: Maybe it’s this one: I AM NOT A
SIR N U R NOT VIRGIN ATLANTIS.
MDV: Not working. Go to your Primary
data base…
Liza: Too late! They’re here. No, don’t! Stop! Someone help me! Oh the
inhumanity of being pelted with digital books.
Liza: Sorry that’s my lunch. I can’t
play any longer, but it was lots of fun. Call back anytime.
Playing with spammers never gets old.
