“He raped me. I told him I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to have sex. He didn’t care. He just wanted it so badly that night. He turned me over, held me down and raped me.”
“Mdm, you’re married. Under Section 375(4), we can’t investigate your husband for violence.”
The police officer left the room.
“What’s going on in there,” his superior asked.
“Damn bitch with a headache.”
“Edward, look, she’s my wife. How is that considered rape? I admit I was a little rough that night, but that’s how she likes it, you know. We played games before. Sometimes she would tie me up, sometimes I would tie her up. Damn, I even pretended to be a burglar before. I mean, it was the same as the other times when she said she wasn’t feeling particularly in the mood. Once I started kissing the right spots, she got wet like a fucking waterfall. How’s that rape? You tell me. How’s that rape?”
“Bro, I’m sorry man. After Section 375(4) got repealed, getting married doesn’t mean you get unlimited rights to free pussy from your wife whenever you want it. Some judge who probably hasn’t gotten her itch scratched for years decided that marriage itself does not amount to irrevocable consent to sexual intercourse by the wife.”
“Fuck. I really don’t understand why she’s doing this. We were fine damn it.”
Edward left the room. His female colleague who had been comforting Jodie walked over.
“What did he say, ” she asked.
“What do you think he said? Of course he denied raping her.”
“If she said no, that means no consent. It’s rape.”
“You damn women. Your no can be yes. Your yes can be no. How the fuck are we guys supposed to know which no you girls are using.”
“Look, officer, when a man marries a woman, he gives up certain things. He gives up the whole buffet spread of cunts that he can get access to. Well, he doesn’t have to give it up totally, but he gives up the right to sample different cuisine without having to pay the price if caught. I think that’s fair. You want to marry a woman, you want to make her yours then if you get caught drinking milk outside, even if you don’t bring the fucking cow home, I think its perfectly fair if she wants to divorce you that you have to pay until your wallet bleeds.”
Nathan paused. He was pissed. He had loved Jennifer with everything. Things had gone great at the beginning of the marriage but things got worse the last few years. At first she started becoming a dead fish, wasn’t as enthusiastic and spontaneous as before. Then the frequent headaches. The refusals to make love. Cuddling even came to a stop. Cuddling, for fuck’s sake. Cuddling.
His mom was right. The success of a marriage depends on what happens on the bed.
Nathan knew he could have divorced Jennifer. Prenuptial agreements while not enforceable were being considered in determining alimony. His lawyer had said a strong case could be made for unreasonable behavior. Hell, having slept in different rooms for almost 3 years, you could almost add irreconcilable differences and separation to the mix. Plus he had been faithful. Faithful to the last fucking cum-soaked Kleenex. If Nathan had divorced Jennifer, the financial cost would be nothing.
But he wanted the marriage to work. He really did.
“It was our anniversary. 4 years we have been married. 1 great. 3 not so. I had just returned from Cold Storage. Bought myself some nice lotion and 9-ply toilet paper. 9-ply. Imagine that. The best brains in the world figuring out how to make taking care of shit better. What a waste. I came home and saw her there. Sitting at the dining table with nothing but a Manchester United jersey. How fucking sexy is that. She had cooked dinner. I went straight for the dessert. It was the best fucking release I ever had. We made love like we haven’t made love for years. It was so good, even our neighbors lighted a cigarette.”
“You do know your wife accuses you of raping her, ” the officer interjected.
“You think I don’t know that? I’m here in a police station, ain’t I. I was fucking played like a fiddle. Should have divorced that cold-hearted bitch when I had the chance. Would have saved on the god-damn tissues.”
There was a knock on the door. The officer got up from her seat, walked to the door and unlocked it. Nathan’s lawyer stepped in.
“She’s got an offer for you, ” the lawyer said to Nathan.
“I’ll let you two discuss matters in private, ” the female officer said as she left the room.
Her superior officer walked up, “He is probably going to pay for this to go away.”
“Yup. We just gave all those damn gold-diggers another shovel, ” Jane replied.
David slammed the table with his fist.
“I, didn’t, rape her!”
“She said you did, ” the officer calmly replied. She was used to such tantrums.
“My own wife. I know when her no is no and her yes is yes. I didn’t rape her.”
“Well, she said you did and that’s all the courts care about. You should just confess now and save us all the hassle.”
“No. The courts don’t just care about finger-pointing. We got data. You guys have the fucking data. Look at it. Get your experts to look at it. I want my experts to looks at it.”
“The data will be provided to your lawyer when the time comes. But you and I both know what the data is going to say. It’s going to say what each of us wants it to say. Come on professor, you teach at SMU. You should know that if you torture the numbers they will confess to anything. And once the numbers confess, we will be back at square 1. Your lawyer will have to prove your expert knows what he is talking about, the State’s expert will just be the one believed. Let’s save the hassle.”
David remained silent. He knew what he knew and he believed the data will exonerate him. He just needed to be patient and wait. He had earlier been goaded into a display of anger. The police officer had wanted that to happen for the cameras. That video was probably already uploaded to YouTube’s crime channel for the ravenous public to see, star and share. In less than an hour, he will be pronounced guilty by the world. The leading blogs will carry the link-baiting headline, “Husband with explosive temper brutally rapes wife”.
But David knew things will be alright. He just needed to be patient. He need to stay alert and not get mind-fucked into a confession. Once his lawyer finished up the paper work and got the data feed from Twitter, his expert consultants would be able to verify his story. Verify that he had been seduced by his wife. That it was she who had displayed heightened arousal first. That it was she who led him to the bed. That it was she who had been the conductor in their little symphony. The court could not ignore the evidence.
David suddenly remembered a joke he had read.
“Officer, do you believe in God, ” David asked casually.
“No, why, ” the officer replied with a tinge of genuine curiosity.
“Then who do you speak to when you come?”
“Mdm, the data does not lie, ” the officer said.
“It has to be wrong. He raped me. I know he did. The doctor says there is proof of vaginal tear. Look at my bruises. He raped me and you aren’t doing anything about it. Please do something about, please do something.”
“Rough sex can lead to bruises, ” the officer replied with a hint of scorn.
“Please look at the data again, please look at the data again, ” Sarah pleaded as she saw the last embers of hope flickering away.
“Mdm, like I said, the data does not lie. You should know how it works. They teach it at school. The device is inserted into your body and, ” the officer patronizing explained, ” it is able to detect heart rate, blood pressure, hormonal levels and all that jazz. This data is communicated in real-time to Twitter via its API and, based on the agreement with the State, stored. Basically based on this data, we can tell that you were genuinely aroused. And that it was you who was genuinely aroused first. Your increase in heart-rate occurred first and above-normal level of chemicals were detected to be released. These above-normal level of chemicals, corresponded with the onset of sexual arousal in your husband. Like I said, the data does not lie. You seduced your husband. He did not rape you.”
Outside the room, Jack was talking to the State’s expert in RTF (i.e. real-time forensics) and the officer in charge of the case.
“The data is telling the story like you said Jack, ” the expert said.
“I don’t understand why Sarah is behaving like that, it was a perfect night for both of us.”
“Well, after Section 375(4) was repealed in 2010, a fair number of women basically used the protection that the law afforded them to run racketeering scams on their husbands for a good number of years. It was only after the introduction of the Body Tracking Ordinance and the 2018 case involving the professor which led to the recognition of RTF as a valid science that things changed. Maybe your wife forgot that. That things changed. That you couldn’t be a scheming bitch and get away with it.”
“Maybe, but she’s smart. She should have know better that her lies would be exposed, ” Jack replied, fumbling for an excuse for his wife.
“Maybe. Well, who cares. I’m happy to just chalk this up as another success for BTO and RTF. Another brother saved.”
Jack shook the hands of the expert and the officer, thanking them for their support. He knew that the BTO had saved him. Sarah would probably be charged but he would appeal for leniency, saying he forgave her. He would welcome her back as his wife.
The Body Tracking Ordinance had originally been introduced to ensure that adequate and accurate data about the body would be captured during the H9N9 scare. Scientists had used the data to detect clusters of outbreaks, transmission patterns and essentially prevented what would have been an almost certain pandemic from occurring.
The device inserted into the body was able to track heart rate, blood pressure, hormonal levels, chemical concentration, chemical release and detect antibodies. It transmitted encrypted data over the waves using a dedicated frequency which would be picked up by base stations planted all over the island. The problem with the system was two-fold.
Before insertion, the unique hash of the device would be paired with the national identification number of the individual thus allowing the BTO collecting system to identify the senders of the packets of data. This pairing was done manually by the doctors who added the information via a web interface.
When Sarah needed to replace her defective device, Jack had managed to record down the unique hash.
The second problem was that while the devices were to be disposed securely because of its nature, it was still possible to gain physical access to a device and extract the embedded software. The original designers of the system had been lazy. Every single device was using the same public key to encrypt the data. Coupled with the standard known format of each message, a competent engineer would be able to spoof messages to the system.
The main problem was how to prevent the device in the individual’s body from sending any information. Jack had planned it properly and coordinated the shorting of Sarah’s device with the activation of his spoofer. The central system was none-the-wiser that information for Sarah was coming from Jack’s desktop instead of Sarah’s body. Since the system wasn’t programmed to monitor the location of the sender, it wasn’t noticing that Sarah wasn’t moving at all.
Jack couldn’t wait for Sarah to be released.
He couldn’t wait to rape her one more time.
No To Rape
Metafilter discussion on ‘Rape, Law & Evidence’.
Definitely a work in progress since my understanding of public-key cryptography and protocols is dismal at best.