by Avy Nosh

Created on: August 23, 2008

AND GORE SAID,"GOTCHA!"

Beware, folks! When you go to the polling booth, you may end up in the White House!

"A major voting machine maker has cautioned its customers in 34 states to look out for a programming error that may cause votes to be dropped." - News report

34 out of 50 is a big margin for victory.

Folks, now the possibilities are endless.

That too, in this era of Artificial Intelligence, Fuzzy Logic, Viral Networks and what not!

Okay, now "Pennsylvania Avenue" in D.C is slowly becoming clearer and clearer to me, as if in a vision.
Because, if the voting machine can drop names, it can also add names.
If it can drop and add names, it can also drop McCain's name and add mine in the candidate's box.

Florida voters never would have imagined this even in their wildest intentions. What they did to Gore created a Frankenstein.

That monster they created infected one voting machine somewhere in Del Mar. Then with its Artificial Intelligence it taught itself new tricks, pervaded Bolt's voting machine manufacturing plant through Fuzzy Logic when brought in for servicing to Ohio, and through Viral Networks infected all other machines in USA.

Now, on election day, one such Frankenstein voting machine comes to our small, nondescript village on this remotest corner of upstate New York.

This is how it all works out after that:

This Average Joe prays for McCain's health and wealth, puts on the only pair of sneakers and jumpsuit I have, and sets out to perform my once-in-four years' pristine duty to appoint the next WMD scientologist.

IDs and voter's registration slip verified, I am led into the polling booth.

Our Constitution prescribes I have to do this duty with utmost secrecy. I solemnly enter the booth.

Frankenstein blinks at me through green eyes. I look for McCain's name. Ah, there it is right on top of the list. I make sure of the slot.

I touch on the screen firmly over McCain. Presto, the screen blanks out. Doesn't come back on, instead starts making noises in beeps and bleeps.

I can't make head or tail out of that machine language. I turn to the polling officer for help.

He tells me,"This normally happens with Bolt's machines. I will withdraw this machine and send it to Bolt for processing all the voting done so far. I will use the back-up for the rest of the day. Any way, you are done."

The officer politely bids goodbye to me. I drive back home having done my patriotic duty.

I come home not knowing what is brewing in the Frankenstein's Artificial Intelligence.

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Later, I learn

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