Military Intelligence

Data Mining, The Internet, and Counter Intelligence

Data Mining, The Internet, and Counter Intelligence

We can, and do, talk about Data Privacy and Ownership until we're blue in the face; we also talk about how seriously screwed up some of the things the National Security Agency did were, but we never really harp on the obvious fact:  All the security in the world doesn't do a damn bit of good if you give your information away; one ambitious JSON project over on Github called Looking Glass is capitalizing on just that very fact.

In fact, as of this publication, they have data mined over 139,361 resumes belonging to military and civilian officials within our nation's Intelligence, Surveillance, and Reconnaissance (ISR) fields.  Those handy little endorsements have been used by job seekers to categorize them into fields (e.g. "Security Clearance" or "ISR") where data miners have been more than willing to scoop that  information up.

NASA Down

i09 posted an image of a downed NASA Shuttle Carrier Aircraft circa 1980 with the prompt of "create your own short story."  So the call to create a short story in a dystopia of Science Fiction overcame the inertia of creating my own i09 account, and I did just that.

The result is below:

It had taken them decades for anyone from The Ark to return to the planet's surface after the event, and they'd barely made it this time. It was grave circumstances that forced Commander Shepherd's to allow her crew to raid Southern California for supplies; their target: The Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

"Major, come take a look at this," shouted Gunther from his seat near the window, spotting the downed NASA shuttle carrier aircraft. "It looks like the poor bastards at JPL were so desperate to get out of dodge when the looters came they took to the air with anything that could fly."

"Doesn't look like they got far in that relic," she replied, the boredom evident in her voice. She tried to be patient, after all the kid grew up on the Ark and his excitement at seeing the planet was to be expected, but it was tedious.

Abruptly she stopped, looking closer out of the window before calling out to the cockpit, "Captain Winn, take us in for a closer look, I think there might be people down there."

"Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea, ma'am. We're here for supplies; even if there are survivors - which isn't likely - they ain't gonna have shit we need. We've barely got power enough to support the Ark for another week, we can't take on any more charity cases."

"We've got time, Cap'n. They might have information that will keep us from walking into a trap - who knows if one of those rover bands took control of JPL once we left," the major said before adding, "We need the intel."

"And if they're hostile?"

"We kill them."