of the tongue, the miming mouth movements.
Coincidence
, he thought. Daniel rubbed his head and rewound the programme.
That’s it, there’s no doubt about it, that’s what everyone has been doing to me.
He watched carefully, analysing in great detail what was being said. He realised that most of the programme was saying the same things he had said the previous month. He tried to remember anything he had said that may have been hacked.
The conversations on the programme were the same as what he had had with others. They were mimicking him, then insulting him.
How much have I been bloody hacked? How bloody widespread
was it?
Daniel called Matt in for a second opinion. The pair gazed at the screen standing side by side.
“This is all stuff that I have done or said.”
“So what?” replied Matt.
“So what?” said Daniel. “So how is this happening? Why are they doing that? Do you remember that exact conversation?” Matt stared at Daniel.
“Yes, I do, actually,” said Matt.
“Would you not say that’s a bit fucked up?” asked Daniel.
“It’s a coincidence, nothing more. It’s oddly familiar but there’s no reason to look so concerned,” said Matt.
“I am bloody concerned. How can so many people be in on this yet we’ve seen nothing?”
“No one is in on it. If someone hacked you and so many people saw it, someone we know would have asked about it. One would have come forward,” said Matt.
“This is getting really fucked up. Do you think I should call the police?”
“What do you think the police will say? Think about it. If you tell them that.”
“Maybe I should call a solicitor,” said Daniel.
“What would you say? You have no tangible evidence that someone has put something on the net.”
“I will tell them what people said at work. I will tell them that these people in the media have been ridiculing me and my family,” said Daniel.
“That’s not proof,” said Matt. “If you had what went on the net then you could mirror it with this programme. Then you could probably sue the channel. But you don’t have it, so forget it.”
Daniel fast forwarded the programme. “Look,” he said. “Look at this bit.”
“Stay away from this rubbish,” said Matt, “I don’t want to hear about it or talk about it.”
“I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
“Just ignore it,” Matt said as he left the room.
Over the following weeks Daniel was powerless in the unfolding situation. He tried to ignore it because without a witness he could do nothing. The programme’s targeting him continued. He watched in disbelief yet could not act. The insults became more vicious in nature, targeting his whole family but they could not see it. He wanted to confront it, fight back, and defend himself. How could he? They didn’t use his name. He thought of some of the veiled insults and threats fired from the media.
Grind that family into mincemeat / I’m glad I’m not the only one that said something about him / Disgusting person, he should be killed humanely / Someone has to kill them / You say sorry with a text.
Daniel collapsed while leaning on the front door. His eyes watered, his family were unaware of the insults but he still felt for them. The parents who raised him, siblings he grew up with, even his nieces and nephews were all under attack from the media. He couldn’t hit back, it was a sneaky form of bullying. His father saw him at the door. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“These people are relentlessly targeting us. They are targeting the people I love and I can’t deal with that,” said Daniel.
“It’s in your mind. We are not aware of anything,” said Harry.
“I watched that programme. I need the police because they are still hacking me.”
“That’s a ridiculous notion,” said Harry.
“I showed Matt the programme last week. On last night’s programme they said ‘stay away from this rubbish, I don’t want to hear about it or talk about it’.”
“And why does
Coincidence
, he thought. Daniel rubbed his head and rewound the programme.
That’s it, there’s no doubt about it, that’s what everyone has been doing to me.
He watched carefully, analysing in great detail what was being said. He realised that most of the programme was saying the same things he had said the previous month. He tried to remember anything he had said that may have been hacked.
The conversations on the programme were the same as what he had had with others. They were mimicking him, then insulting him.
How much have I been bloody hacked? How bloody widespread
was it?
Daniel called Matt in for a second opinion. The pair gazed at the screen standing side by side.
“This is all stuff that I have done or said.”
“So what?” replied Matt.
“So what?” said Daniel. “So how is this happening? Why are they doing that? Do you remember that exact conversation?” Matt stared at Daniel.
“Yes, I do, actually,” said Matt.
“Would you not say that’s a bit fucked up?” asked Daniel.
“It’s a coincidence, nothing more. It’s oddly familiar but there’s no reason to look so concerned,” said Matt.
“I am bloody concerned. How can so many people be in on this yet we’ve seen nothing?”
“No one is in on it. If someone hacked you and so many people saw it, someone we know would have asked about it. One would have come forward,” said Matt.
“This is getting really fucked up. Do you think I should call the police?”
“What do you think the police will say? Think about it. If you tell them that.”
“Maybe I should call a solicitor,” said Daniel.
“What would you say? You have no tangible evidence that someone has put something on the net.”
“I will tell them what people said at work. I will tell them that these people in the media have been ridiculing me and my family,” said Daniel.
“That’s not proof,” said Matt. “If you had what went on the net then you could mirror it with this programme. Then you could probably sue the channel. But you don’t have it, so forget it.”
Daniel fast forwarded the programme. “Look,” he said. “Look at this bit.”
“Stay away from this rubbish,” said Matt, “I don’t want to hear about it or talk about it.”
“I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
“Just ignore it,” Matt said as he left the room.
Over the following weeks Daniel was powerless in the unfolding situation. He tried to ignore it because without a witness he could do nothing. The programme’s targeting him continued. He watched in disbelief yet could not act. The insults became more vicious in nature, targeting his whole family but they could not see it. He wanted to confront it, fight back, and defend himself. How could he? They didn’t use his name. He thought of some of the veiled insults and threats fired from the media.
Grind that family into mincemeat / I’m glad I’m not the only one that said something about him / Disgusting person, he should be killed humanely / Someone has to kill them / You say sorry with a text.
Daniel collapsed while leaning on the front door. His eyes watered, his family were unaware of the insults but he still felt for them. The parents who raised him, siblings he grew up with, even his nieces and nephews were all under attack from the media. He couldn’t hit back, it was a sneaky form of bullying. His father saw him at the door. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“These people are relentlessly targeting us. They are targeting the people I love and I can’t deal with that,” said Daniel.
“It’s in your mind. We are not aware of anything,” said Harry.
“I watched that programme. I need the police because they are still hacking me.”
“That’s a ridiculous notion,” said Harry.
“I showed Matt the programme last week. On last night’s programme they said ‘stay away from this rubbish, I don’t want to hear about it or talk about it’.”
“And why does
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