Future Attribute Screening Technologies: Because We Don’t Need a Warrant to Strip-Search Your Brain.

Minority Report was supposed to be a movie about a dystopian future, one where Big Brother went too far and started convicting criminals before they’d even committed the crime. Well, apparently somebody at the Department of Homeland Security didn’t really get the gist of it, and decided that “pre-crime” was the next Hoverboard Killer: A fictional invention that so captures the public’s imagination that great amounts of real-life resources are invested in creating it.

The difference being that in this case, they’ve actually succeeded in making pre-crime a reality. So you can now be arrested for something you haven’t done yet, but you still can’t skateboard on air. The future truly is a dickhead.


The device in question is called FAST, short for Future Attribute Screening Technologies, and functions by monitoring heart rate, skin temperature, breathing patterns, posture, facial expressions and body language against a database of “suspect behaviors” to weed out people with “hostile intent.” But don’t worry, the DHS insists that they won’t keep any of the data collected – they’re just going to use it to pull you out of a crowd for questioning if you’re targeted. Some stubborn experts still insist that “that’s what I was actually worried about,” and further elaborate that this is “a really fucking bad idea.”

Well, to be honest, those quotes aren’t from real experts. Do you know why?

Because there are no experts on telepathically arresting criminal thoughts! This is an entirely new field you’re introducing – untested and unproven – and you’re jumping straight to interrogation and arrest with it. Couldn’t you, I don’t know, use it in marketing for a while first? Maybe use it to see if people respond positively to the new flavor of Pringles, before you have it deciding whether or not I get a finger up my ass at the airport because I watched Enter the Dragon too many times last night, and now I can’t stop daydreaming about fist-fighting dudes in line ahead of me?

Hmm, these readouts indicate this man intends to slay a wizard and save the princess. Better call for backup.

Listen, I’m sorry to be a paranoid freak about this, but I would say that a good ten hours of my day is spent thinking those condemning ‘hostile thoughts.’ And I don’t mean to suppose too much here, but I would go ahead and posit that the majority of males in my age bracket do the same. We were raised on GI Joe, Kung Fu movies, comic books and Die Hard; I spend most of my day poised on the balls of my feet, ready to leap sideways in slow motion while screaming just in case something explodes. After which I would naturally roundhouse the nearest terrorist, and then use him as a human shield while I riddle his compatriots with bullets. Finally I would spout something pithy about how his plan was “full of holes,” and then attractive women would fawn over me. Occasionally it ends with a parade in my honor. And you know what? The guy playing the terrorist in my bizarre man-fantasies is, most likely, punching out ninjas that look a whole lot like me in his own head.

And if I’m not doing that, I’m probably internally screaming swear words and bizarre racial epithets mixed with insulting pop culture comparisons at people for minor, unintended offenses they’ve committed against me. I may appear calm on the outside, but inside I assure you I’m pretty much constantly all “WAY TO WALK SLOW ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE SIDEWALK, JAPANESE FONZIE, I’D TELL YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF BUT I’M SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO FLATTEN YOUR POMPADOUR,” or “SWEET FLORAL HEADBAND, GAY PEURTO RICAN JOHN COUGER MELLENCAMP, YEAH, TOTALLY JUST COME ON OVER AND STAND TWO INCHES CLOSER TO ME WHILE I ORDER MY SANDWICH, MOTHERFUCKER.”

After I get through, I’m going to tell Jenny she’s a bitch. *ALARMS*

Hostile thoughts are the secret recluse of young males, and they always have been. It’s just part of the culture. So the second you turn that thing on, don’t be surprised when it tells you that everybody in line at the bank is a sociopathic Batman, just waiting to mete out murderous justice for slight social offenses and expecting parades for it.

And don’t comfort yourself thinking it’s vaporware either; it’s not only through development, it’s being tested right now. Though maybe you can take a little solace from the fact that they ‘tested’ it at an ‘equestrian ranch’ in Maryland, where they “paid more than 140 participants $150 to walk through FAST’s sensor array; a handful of the participants were given instructions to act shifty, evasive, deceptive, or even hostile. FAST had an effective accuracy rate of “about [78 percent] on mal-intent detection, and [80 percent] on deception.”

So you know that thing really works!

It totally caught two-thirds of a Baltimore Dude Ranch’s off-season staff when they were paid to “act shifty.” I assume this thing is the very bleeding edge of technology in the burgeoning field of old-timey cartoon villain detection – with a 67% chance of catching all forms of mustache-twirling, a 55% success rate in identifying ominous hand-wringing, and up to a 30% conviction history of men wearing monocles.

Thanks to invasive telepathic searches, we finally know that this guy might be up to something!

Oh, and one more final, disturbing fact: They intend to deploy FAST to “at-risk situations” on “mobile platforms,” and not just at secure, stationary areas. By ‘mobile platform,’ they actually mean ‘the back of a van,’ and by ‘at-risk situations,’ they mean ‘sporting events, concerts, and other public gatherings.’ Seriously.

So just be careful, friends; the next time you think to yourself that this referee might be a motherfucker, Jack Bauer’s going to pop out of a magic thought-detecting van and waterboard you.

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11 Responses to Future Attribute Screening Technologies: Because We Don’t Need a Warrant to Strip-Search Your Brain.

  1. Mike says:

    Jack Bauer can waterboard me anytime.

  2. Sir Fortesque the pimp says:

    It would be cool (if it happened in America far away from me) if the machine creature ordered the arrest of people with strained expressions thereby making a wave of arrests of constipated citizens. I don’t like constipated citizens. Unless they’re me.

    It would be even better if the pre-crime machine-a-ma-bob was made as intelligent as possible and turned into a learning computer (like skynet), given a means to modify itself and its character and then give it unlimited access to human thoughts, especially manfantasies.
    I believe that the resulting machine would be one of the most badass creations of all time. Imagine a bruce-lee-terminator-fuckbot hybrid that grew up on ninja fantasies, video games, inarticulate swearwords and titties. The pre-crime machine-a-ma-bob would probably slice your limbs off in a stream of inarticulate gibberish, then rape your corpse while calling you a crack whore.
    Unless you are a crack whore. It may take pitty on you if you are a crack whore and make gentle love to your mutilated corpse.

  3. Sir Fortesque the pimp says:

    I must now jump around my room and make explosion noises.

    (maniac laughter, and a wide eyed expression)

  4. Muledriver says:

    Sadly, there is nothing that can be done to stem the development of this technology and I’ll tell you why:

    Because, about a year after this is deployed in the public arena, a couple of virgin MIT nerds are going to tweak the software from identifying terrorist brainwaves to scanning for females who might be down for a little of the hey nanny nanny and the whoa ho ho if you know what I mean, which, of course, you do.

    In 5 years time they will have this thing miniturized to iPod size. Think about that. No more guessing which chick you should spend your time, energy, money, and eventual shame on. Just hold the earphones up to your balls and scan the bar. Ta da! Redhead with the chunky friend. Yours for the taking, my man.

    Also, not sure why you would need to hold the earphones up to your junk for this device to work. I’m just sure it will pan out that way.

  5. Brett says:

    …Does anyone else think that Dudley Do-Right is the worst hero ever? Everyone knows that the only awesome Canadian heroes are Deadpool and Wolverine…

    Seriously, why didn’t Snidely ever, oh I don’t know, think of something more nefarious then tying Nell to train tracks and just let Do-Right, do-right whatever the fuck he wants? Unless it’s all some masochistic cry for Dudley’s attention/abuse.

    …Also, Nell loved Dudley’s horse way too much… M’just sayin…

  6. Robert says:


    Jack Bauer doesn’t have washboard abs, he has waterboard abs.


    I assume by ‘better’ you mean ‘the worst thing ever’ and by ‘gentle love’ you mean ‘unlubricated wound penetration.’


    Come on, man. You’re not thinking this through. How will they hack it, if it knows they’re going to hack it before they can hack it? This is a police computer that reads intentions; all it has to do is pick out the asthmatic nerd with a /. shirt and darting eyes to stop any hack. Well, except for the ones by Angelina Jolie. That girl hacks the planet, you know, she could probably handle one measly future-predicting anti-terror ‘bot. Which would also be a movie that I would watch and that they should make.


    Listen man, not everything has to be analogous to homosexual masochism and horse-porn. I mean, most likely Dudley Do-Right is analogous to desperate dude-humpin’ and horse/human bonations; I’m just warning you against carrying that attitude any further. It is a slippery slope.

    Slippery with things that are best left unmentioned.

    (Horse jizz, mostly.)

  7. Muledriver says:

    Actually, they are making that movie with Angelina Jolie. The working title is Hot Lips MacGruder vs. The Loch Ness Killbot 5000.

    I don’t want to give the plot away, but basically Angelina (aka Hot Lips MacGruder) stops the Loch Ness Killbot 5000 by hacking it. Afterwards, they make sweet, sweet love down by the river. Then the moon gets blown up. Or something. I forget but that’s the plot.

    Which I said I didn’t want to give away.


    Damn you and your hypnotic doe eyes, Robert.

  8. Robert says:

    I find it utterly believable that Angelina Jolie would have sex with a robot dinosaur. It is a sad statement of her character, true, but damn that’s some hot slash fiction.

    Her thick, luscious lips parted to release a thin moan as she arched her back in pleasure.
    “Take me,” she begged, “now!”
    “Beep,” replied the Loch Ness Killbot, “beep beep ROOOOAAARRRR!!!”

  9. Im not a Panda says:

    Thank you good sir, for whenever i find myself in a semi-erotic mood, i will forever always find myself thinking in terms of Loch Ness Killbot. “beep beep ROOOOAAARRRR!!!” shall become my penetration war-cry and it will create orgasms of mind shattering proportions.

  10. Im not a Panda says:

    On a second note: You should probably go into hiding, as you’re life is no longer presumably safe for my girlfriend has an extremely strong desire to kill the person responsible for my new war-cry.

  11. Robert says:

    Why would I take your advice on anything?

    You’re not even a panda.

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