Thousands of children were taken from biological parents in the age of video cameras– footage clearly demonstrated that women beat their children in bathrooms at Walmart, fathers fondled little boys who belonged to others in places like football stadiums. Men were sent to prison for multiple lifetimes for crimes committed only on CNN and what was posted to Youtube.
On every building, on every street corner, a digital eye was watching yet no one blinked as digital wool was being pulled over every peeping, on-line eye.
With a software program designed initially for sexual realism in porn while he was still only a sophomore at Pratt Institute, Randolph Marlin discovered the technology that enabled users of Sinplex 990 to upload images of victims stolen from Facebook and re-write video history.
Now anyone could be Bette Davis in “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?”
In this new digital age, everyone was assumed to be guilty if caught on camera, at least until proven somewhere else off camera, but not even the CIA stopped to consider the true power of Sinplex 900– it was a program that could alter any digital recording camera remotely, rewriting the facts for all possible clues that crime fighters used for all their prosecuting needs.
Like a little kid in a candy store with only a handful of pennies, Randolph Marlin with his smooth bald head, covered at the crown with just a little patch of red hair, took his revenge on a society that to him had grown dull and boring — where only the pretty were popular on-line.
Randolph Marlin spent nine years in Attica Prison in upstate New York for distribution of child pornography and attempting to have sex with a minor.
Randolph felt betrayed by the little girl who led him to her home—a little girl who never existed. She was just a screen name for undercover Catholic cops who worked the digital streets of Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. For many years, he remained convinced that cops did not send the message. Her little words seemed so convincing.
“Now run your little finger up and down it, slap it gently; now pretend I’m licking you with my tongue down there. Tell me—how many little hairs do you got down there?” he typed.
Moments later, he hit a radio box on an AOL Instant Message rectangle at the upper right hand corner of his ViewSonic computer screen. He yelled, “Fucking little slut,” as the instant message box seemed to blink in sheer heat over what had just rolled from his fingers—how marvelous, he thought—if only the rest of the world were sending instant messages like this—there are so many little sluts out there who need real men like me.
Mariama13, who Randolph thought was a little girl, returned his message with this simple and sweet comment—“I want more than a tongue, Mister! I can do that much with my own little painted fingers.”
How mean of the cops, he thought, years later— to have sent such a hidden message within a simple message.
Marlin jumped into his rusty, red Mustang convertible and headed to Sunset Park. He made it all the way from Nostrand Avenue to the Spanish part of Brooklyn in less than ten minutes The police were waiting along with television cameras behind the front door of 425 West 46th Street.
Those words were repeated in his head as he sat in prison for all those years—“I want more than a tongue, Mister! I want more than a tongue.”
The prison library was filled with books on computer technology as well as several classics including “The Grapes of Wrath,” by John Steinbeck, which was the novel that inspired Randolph Marlin’s invention of Sinplex 900. Eventually, the books that no one else was patient or smart enough to read changed the way the world conducted text messaging in the new modern era where cameras, like cops, were standing on every street corner….
(To Be Continued…)