Hidden Signals

In recent days, I have been asked why I refrain from sharing photos or videos, and even YouTube has prompted me to create content once more. The truth is unsettling: I discovered some of my likeness had been used in deep fakes—AI-generated manipulations placing my face on others, specifically within adult content. Thankfully, the breach was detected early, before it spread beyond the darker corners of the internet. Maintaining verified, even dormant, accounts helps preserve authenticity in this wild digital frontier. Strangely, this revelation coincided with a sermon on the Holy Trinity, speaking against pornography and championing the sacred bond between partners—pure, unashamed. I rarely attend church now, yet carry scripture in my heart, gifted by a pastor before a 16-hour flight years ago. That quiet faith remains my compass, even as I embrace partners with independent beliefs. In parallel, I recently deconstructed a firmware update from my ISP, which secretly disabled a frequency while still transmitting hidden signals. Most would ignore this; I did not. I rerouted traces, shorted pins, and intercepted covert data transmissions. Reporting the anomaly revealed it had already been patched—an eerie testament to how silent surveillance infiltrates our lives. Knowledge, vigilance, and love remain my north stars in a time when even machines wear masks.