My aunt is (supposedly) in her 90s, having left the US for Ecuador 10 or so years ago. We've remained in regular contact via phone over the years. Recently we went more than a few months without speaking.

She has/had two numbers; magic jack and google. When I tried to call her, the magic jack was no longer in service and google said something about "unavailable".

I reached out to my cousin (my aunt's daughter) to inquire. I was told her number (and perhaps other things) had been "hacked", whatever that means. She had recently broken her hip and was in a hospital recovering.

With this on my mind, I received a call (from the google number), strangely, while processing files with GPT. My skepticism was primed and ready, possibly making me paranoid. However, I did my due diligence and asked dozens of questions, mostly boring things that she typically wouldn't have patience for. Sometimes she'd reply with a reasonable answer and sometimes not, which made it difficult to evaluate. Toward the end, I asked where she was. She said, with an awkward tempo "I'm at home, in Cuenca", which I found odd because she'd normally just say she was at home, period. I then pressed her to tell me where she was before she returned home. She said she didn't understand. I rephrased the question, stating that it was a simple inquiry, eg "where were you before going home?" She said "this is getting too strange and confusing " and killed the call.

I notified my cousin, telling her I thought something was suspicious, still cognizant of all the characteristics one would expect from a 90 year old recovering from a serious injury. My cousin might, technology wise, be in AOL territory.

About 5 days later, I received a call from my aunt, on the google line. This time,I was more passive and cautious, but again, asked dozens of boring questions to probe the situation. I was surprised by both her ability to answer certain questions and also her inability to answer some questions. I tried to ask questions on topics we'd never discussed, in case the line had been tapped for a long time and referencing was established by an imposter. I had begun to suspect I had been paranoid. But several aspects were burning me: 1) typing noises in the background 2) Shatneresque pauses for nearly every reply 3) refusal to answer some specific questions.

At the end of our apparent conversation, I asked her to do a very serious favor for me: send me a selfie, with one hand making the thumbs up gesture. She replied "I'll send you a photo of my passport ". I replied "that's stupid, ridiculous and serves no purpose. Don't do that. Understand? Do NOT send me a passport photo. I'm asking you something very important. Do exactly what I asked. Will you do this?" Her reply: "yes. What is your email address?" This was odd. I told her she already knew and it's the same one she'd had for years. She asked that I tell her anyway. Ok, 90 years old, traumatic injury, possible prescription drugs... "It's my full name @ xyzmail com". We killed the call.

I immediately called my cousin and told her of my suspicions, including some my aunt's babbling about all her finances and accounts being inaccessible. She said that was strange because she just deposited 8k into her account. Meanwhile, a notification appears in the phone, an email from my aunt. It's a photo of her passport.

Having no authority in this situation, but plenty well annoyed, I immediately jumped on a real computer and ran the photo through exiftool. The photograph was taken in 2023 and it was August of 2024. I then grabbed the geo coordinates (cryptically presented in exiftool) and with some effort, geolocated the image to right on top of her former residence, in Cuenca.

I still don't know WTF is going on and my cousin thinks I'm a dingbat. But what I know for sure, is this is an age where such things are plausible enough and will soon be inevitable. The way I think may be deranged, but I truly don't even know if my aunt still exists. But I can have a pretty compelling conversation, either with her, or something strongly resembling her, minus the Shatneresque pauses, typing noises and selective amnesia.