Are we there yet?

Amusing how an idea pops into your head. You think about it for a while and you have to wonder…
I was surfing through Craig’s list, looking at the free stuff. I almost snagged a wood burning stove, but I was perhaps, hours late.

So I looked at a few other things. Personals are always amusing to read and not much has changed in forty years. But I guess what has changed is how people can secretly communicate. Emails lead to pictures exchanged, pictures to Im. Maybe phone calls. A meeting is set up. Probably takes hours now, instead of days?

A guy or gal leaves their office at lunch, walks a number of blocks, and spend their lunch…

And back to the office. The day ends, they go home.

Soon, it’s not going to be that way. Because think about it. Someone quietly goes somewhere, doesn’t tell anyone. Outside of some emails or phone call, if you look, no record.
“Oh, Mrs. Smith went out for lunch.”
“Does she do that often?”
“A few times a week.”
“And she didn’t come back?”
“No Officer, she missed her 2pm meeting. It’s just not like her.”

And no one hears from her again. The trail goes cold. One more missing person.

And miles away, in the Sunset district, a sedan pulls out of a garage and makes it’s way to a warehouse. The unconscious body is delivered to a small team of surgeons. What can be sold is removed and quickly flown to waiting hospitals. Money changes hands and those who can afford it live on.

An back in the Sunset district, money is divided up and they go to work on the next ad.

“GWF seeks lunch date with Mature same. Please come show me pleasures I never thought possible!”


How close are we to this? Or are we there already?