Drumboy44 said:
Has anyone been able to find out what could these broadcasts be for or why they could be doing it?
Doc said:
What do you think? Any insite?
Does that :?: mean you are asking me? If so, I have no knowledge on operations on the Korean peninsula at all. The closest I have been to Korea is The Philippines.
An educated guess? I lack the proper education. We need the cryptologist, not me. I'm the company clown. A simple guess, then? Ok. Might be fun.
Probably bullshit. 428 pages with at least 51 codes on each? 21828 cosmic top secret codes carried by every agent? Really? What happens when one is compromized? A new book of 428 pages? Will there be trees left in North Korea to hide the silos? And how many functions do these supermen have since they need tens of thousands of codes? And pages? What's the format? PDF? WordPerfect 2.0? Paper? Scrolls?
When this operative has to hastily dispose of the codebook he will need to bake it in SSam Jang at 225 degrees for 20 mintues, prepare a gallon of BBQ-sauce and 8 bottles of a nice Chianti. Each agent would need a designated combat-chef and a Gulash-cannon.
"How we knew he was a spy, your honour? Well, he was walking around Soul singing out of key with a thousand half eaten pages under his arm. His last word as we shot him was "Buurrp"."
This is a Hollywood transmission. It's overobviously meant to be percieved as code. Aimed at the neurotic journalists of the enemy (SK). Or stupid intel-people. Fake "special messages" (directly translated) can be used to bind up the codebreakers of the enemy on a goose-hunt and make finding the real ones harder. That can be quite fun. But then you make it as believable as possible or almost identical to the real code.
One SOE-example from WWII to illustrate: London radio would announce every day that Santa was doing something. Washing the curtains. Building toys. Doing laundry. Shagging mrs Santa. Raping an elf (I told you it was fun! Cant you just picture Gestapo going
"Zanta iz raaping elf? Elf what?). These messages meant nothing. (Except to the elf who was found crying in the shower.)
Then one day London announced that Santa was watering his rose-bushes. That meant large cigar-shaped objects would be falling gently from the skies at a designated position at a given time. If Santa was watering his tulips, they would fall at a second location. If the drop was postponed due to weather, Santa's rosebushes was blooming. In said containers were cash, fake papers, limpets, weapons, ammo - and cigarettes and Rom with a note from Scotland saying:
Hang in there lads!
A more recent example perhaps? Of how to make special messages blend into a regular civilian background? As would be smart if the North Koreans were indeed sending messages? Ok.
Every week has a resturant day. Week two could be
"Hey, its me! Let's eat at Jimmys burgershot tonight.". And then you do. Week three is
"Cherrypoppers icebar". And you go there. Week four is
"Fat dolly's overweight chicken-shit". You eat Dollys shit that week, even though the stuff grows in your mouth.
Somewhere in this chaos of no star resteurants a phone call comes:
"Let's go out tonight. I feel like Ping Pong Pizza!". That one would
not be about food. But that would be hard to tell for anyone on the outside. Even a skilled cryptologist might not understand that he is listening to code at all.
Unless you botch it and include your own stupid code. Such as:
"Wonder if my pizza will taste better with cheese or macaroni." Which would be the equivalent of proudly bringing your new tuba to a well planned duckhunt.
You might get off the hook, though, if noone is around to recognize a code constructed by an idiot against the background of a rather clever one. Or you can hire conspiracy theorists to spin it into a proof of extra-flat terrestial tin-foil-free energy.
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The only serious thing I can think up is that the numbers might be real. Positions? Times? The ciffers follow the pattern 3+2, 3+2. If other transmissions do that as well, that might be mean something. Grid-index codes? Page being x-axis and number being y? Camoflaged with bullocks to make someone think exactly what I wrote? Then again, why not camoflage their shit completely? Or at least better? To avoid defconwarningsystems.com starting to speculate at all?
"Welcome to our glorius transmission. My name is Welly Thin and I will be your comrade tonight. I bring news of outstanding achievements. For the 41st time this week, our great leader Kim gave birth to a sinking cable 43 cm long. That would be 32 N orth korean inches. It's the most magnificent cable ever produced since the people's toiletfestival of year 49 (after the peoples revolution), in which a total of 56.49 meters of cable was produced by collective farm W"
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I think its starting to show.
Anyone else wanna have a go?