But something was wrong. A notification banner hung at the top: “Welcome back, Maya. We’ve locked your account due to suspicious activity. Please verify your phone number.”
Two hours earlier, she’d gotten the email. “Your Facebook account was accessed from a device in Hanoi, Vietnam. If this wasn’t you, secure your account.” Her heart had seized. That old account—the one with baby pictures of her son, the last messages from her late sister, the decade of her life scrapbooked into a digital attic—was under siege. Facebook.com Login Identify
She screamed into her pillow.
She looked at her reflection in the dark window. Tired eyes. Messy bun. The face of a woman who hadn’t slept well in years. But something was wrong
She obeyed like a prisoner taking a mugshot. The machine’s eye scanned her pores, the geometry of her cheekbones, the distance between her pupils. Somewhere in a server farm, an algorithm was deciding if she was real. Please verify your phone number
She pressed "Start Video."
What if the hacker does this faster? she thought. What if their AI is better?