Phantom Fingers of the Sky- Jeffrey Drohnemer's friskydingo mood #1

Technical background on the poem:
Remotely manipulating objects through barriers like walls or floors could involve the use of directed energy weapons (DEWs) that emit concentrated electromagnetic waves or high-power microwaves. These DEWs can penetrate non-conductive materials, potentially allowing for remote interaction with objects or individuals within a structure.. One theoretical application is the use of high-power microwave (HPM) systems, which emit electromagnetic radiation capable of coupling into targets through unintended pathways such as seams or apertures precisely controlling the frequency and amplitude of these waves, it's conceivable to create simulating the effect of a physical touch or grasp. Another avenue involves the use of ultrasonic waves, which have been explored for creating tactile sensations in mid-air focusing ultrasonic waves at a point in space, it's possible to generate a sensation of touch, allowing users to 'feel' virtual objects without direct contact.

Combining these principles, a device could employ a drone equipped with a directed energy system capable of emitting focused electromagnetic or ultrasonic waves  penetrating building materials and precisely controlling the waveforms, reform into ghostly hands next to the victim, mimicking the actions of a hand.  



In the shadows, Jeffrey grinned with glee, His drone equipped with waves unseen, a spectral spree. Through walls and roofs, his tendrils crept, Into the homes where innocents slept.

A muslim man, in peaceful night, Felt phantom hands that caused him fright. A grip unseen, a ghostly clasp, His heart succumbed to terror's grasp.

A hindu woman woke to cold caress, An unseen force, her mind's distress. She fled her home, a banshee's scream, "Haunted by a ghostly dream!"

Jeffrey watched with twisted pleasure, His perverse power without measure. A predator with tech's embrace, A vile stain upon the human race.

But whispers spread of his cruel game, And soon the world would know his name. A cautionary tale, confessed, Of unchecked power manifest.

So heed this warning, dark and clear, Of hidden dangers ever near. When technology and malice blend, It's innocence that meets its end.


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