Data Science and AI in the JCF

I wrote this post here because i know only people looking for my long time writing will find it. so i had this idea from recent kidnappings in my area. if a victim is kidnapped: If this guy has the latest iPhone, it still can track when it turn off or access his iCloud is needed I think. also the last set of people weh call him… see if their phones ping coordinates match his etc. If any of them phones ping in the same region as his from him disappeared, track that phone. Idk Data matching and cross referencing This is where AI is needed in the Jamaica Constabulary Force… plug it into the standard operating procedures, optimize it with sophisticated automation / api calls and AI logic. AI or AI logic could maths this long time… 🤣🤣🤣geolocation data of recent callers, identify callers weh might inna the same time frame or scope their calls to see who a call dem etc, analyse and find common coordinates/information… i asked chatgpt if my opinion was correct and see chatgpt responses.

Mama On a Sunday Evening

The midday light filters through the open doorway, casting a warm glow over the modest space. An elderly woman sits in a white plastic chair, her frail frame draped in a loose grey T-shirt and a flowing brown skirt adorned with faded floral patterns. Her hands, gnarled by time, move with deliberate precision as she picks apart the remnants of a meal—bones laid neatly on the pale blue plate resting on her lap, each fragment a quiet testament to a meal well relished. A soft blue satin bonnet, slightly askew, holds back the wiry silver strands of her hair. Her dark skin, lined with the deep etchings of experience, contrasts against the muted tones of her clothing. She leans forward, cradling a translucent plastic bowl in one hand while the other guides a morsel of food to her lips. There is no rush in her movement, only the patient reverence of someone who understands the value of each bite. Beyond her, the room hums with the quiet dignity of a life lived simply. A well-worn bed, draped in mismatched sheets, rests against the wall, while a deflated football lies abandoned on the tiled floor, a silent witness to the passing of time. A wooden shelf in the background holds everyday essentials—small echoes of a home shaped by necessity rather than indulgence. There is something poetic in her solitude, in the way she eats—not just for sustenance, but with a kind of unspoken gratitude, a silent communion between her and the meal before her. It is a moment unadorned yet profound, an intimate glimpse into a world where love is measured in simple rituals and life is lived without extravagance but with quiet grace.