Best not to say anything. Keep those thoughts in your head Also watch out for pigeons https://pigeonsarentreal.co.uk/
There isn't enough tin foil in the whole world... It's not safe to say ANYTHING... SHHHHHH!!!
mnem
It's in the water.
Too late. The black helicopters have arrived.
ha! one of the young ladies in the office once threatened to send the black helicopters to my house if she didn't a cost estimate from me by the end of the week. what bullshit. then I got read onto her program.
made damn sure she got the estimate a day early. edit don't remember if her nickname was scully or mulder. maybe she was the one we called inspector gadget.
*sigh* That was Dave... the fellow I inherited that 454 from. He was part wing-nut, part scared-sheepless and a raging opiate addict, but smart as hell when he was coherent. He knew microwave-propagation theory the way most of us know Ohm's law; taught me about velocity factors of common materials and how to tune the length of a feedline against the sheathing material and anticipated frequencies passing through it. I thought it was all total "dark arts" shit until I started dealing with custom WiFi & later my RC electronics shifted over to 2.4/5.8GHz. When he showed me how to make a Cantenna and sleeve dipole, then demonstrated them connecting to an open municipal WiFi hotspot half a mile up the road using an old laptop I'd bought as junk, I about shit myself.
He talked about the silent black helicopters more than once; when I told him "Nowadays they drive black Suburbans." he snorted derisively and said
"Those are State Department. They're just fucking civilians." as matter-of-factly as you or I would discuss a BOM.
A few months later he left that scope with me, as collateral against a few leftover dental Vicodin I kept for when I couldn't just brute through the back pain and needed a decent night's sleep. This wasn't the first time... he always replaced them plus a few extra. But it was the last time I saw him; he never came back for his 'scope. Several weeks later his junkie girlfriend came around my "Recycled Electronics" booth asking about it; I told her I wasn't going to let it go to anyone but Dave himself. She said
"That ain't gonna happen; he swallowed a .38 last month." then started cursing me high & low until security noticed the ruckus and came over. She vaporized before they got there.
That night I took the 454 apart down to the bezel, but didn't find anything not original unmolested Tek in origin; I remembered him talking about weird shit like GHz oscillators where they had no business being in power supplies and stuff like that. No, I didn't find any microphones either.
But I kept it out in the workshop away from the motorhome for the next 6 months until I left... figuring that if somebody wanted something hidden in it they could take it without involving me.
I almost "forgot" it when I left; but Dave's ghost wouldn't let me. I won't tell you how many times I had a
"Wait a minute; didn't I leave it over THERE last night..." moment, though.
mnem
Rest in peace, old friend.