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| CopSpace | ||
| A virtual location for police lifelogs, official communications, paperwork, informational databases and evidence of all kinds. |
Police officers wear specs, which are able to both capture visual information, and also present information to the officer wearing the specs.
Rather than filing written reports on what happens when on patrol, your specs can record what happens and place it in your lifelog. Any of your interactions with superiors or other officers can also be logged. All of this information is placed in a virtual repository called CopSpace.
| CopSpace sheds some light on matters, of course. Blink and it descends in its full glory. Here's the spiralling red diamond of a couple of ASBO cases on the footpath (orange jackets, blue probation service tags saying they're collecting litter.) There's the green tree of signs sprouting over the doorway of number thirty-nine, each tag naming the legal tenants of a different flat. Get your dispatcher to drop you a ticket, and the signs open up to give you their full police and social service case files, where applicable... This is the twenty-first century, and all the terabytes of CopSpace have exploded out of the dusty manila files and into the real world... |
| From Halting State,
by Charles Stross. Published by Ace in 2007 Additional resources -
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CopSpace was also useful for filing paperwork in a place where it would be visible to other law enforcement personnel:
CopSpace seems to have been formed from MySpace, and then bulked up.
Here's another take on it:
John Brunner mentions something like this in The Shockwave Rider:
You tagged the flat as NOT RESPONSIVE TO OFFICER in CopSpace, timestamped it, scribbled out a paper police access form, and jammed it through the letter-box...
You blink back red overlays - the airport is a kaleidoscopic blur of too much information in CopSpace..."
... while the booth itself was sacrosanct, this veephone circuit like all such was tied into the city police-net, and thence to the tireless federal monitors at Canaveral.
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