Counterhackery
When a hacker sends a Facebook Messenger greeting posing as your friend Betty saying, “Hello. How are you doing today?” and you can clearly see that the new fake friend has zero posts and only two mutual friends, you begin to wonder: is every lie a sin if the friend is inquiring on false pretenses in the first place, or is your best attempt at an injured tomboy adventure story fair game as an answer? You decide to change your own password as a security precaution before responding, brewing your lie in countercrime for a few minutes.
Betty’s Hacker:
Hello. How are you doing today?
You:
Not well, Betty. I actually fell out of a tree today while trying to rescue my cat that had been stuck there for three days and was being attacked by a hawk that kept coming around. The cat and I both fell, and when we did I fell on him and squished his innards out and killed him in the process, also breaking both of my own legs and one arm. The hawk got away. Thankfully, I am able to text back to let you know how I am doing. Can you please send money to help with my medical expenses?
And then you send a message to the real Betty to tell her the truth about your lie and encourage her to warn her real friends not to take her fake friend requests. Because friends don’t let friends’ hackers get away with attempted lies and foolishness about who they really are.
What else could you share in the name of friendly counterhackery?
Oh, I wish I have done this. I often ask telemarketers what they've been reading lately to throw them off their game and give me a smile. I loved this!
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Yes, great quick thinking!I often think I should answer back to those kindly elderly people who are desperate to deposit money in my account, but so far I do not!
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Oh, so clever! I'm always afraid to text back thinking it will somehow hack in further.
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Oh I loved this! I've never thought to do that but definitely a clever way to respond!
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Whar a treat — want to remember this for next FB hackery that comes my way
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