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I decided to examine both claims by placing three AirTags, three Tiles, and a GPS tracker on my husband and his belongings to see how accurately he revealed his movements and discovered which ones.

In some states, including New York, where we live laws to criminalize such things. Not wanting to break the law or my husband’s trust, I asked his permission.

It wasn’t the first time I was exposing him to my brand of experimental reporting. I’ve been dealing with privacy for over a decade, and I’ve found that the best way to concretely explain the dystopian effects of new technologies is to immerse myself in them guinea pig-style.

i have a husband Lived in Bitcoin with me, he spied our “smart home”“she said and followed me give up tech giants. (He didn’t give up on them, saying “I have a job,” but he agreed to unplug our Amazon Echo.) He’s also a professional press freedom advocate, so I was pretty sure he was going to game.

“You can,” he said. “But it’ll be boring. We’re in a pandemic. I’m never going anywhere.”

Our lives are certainly less exciting these days. We hardly see anyone but each other or my mother-in-law. In addition to a pandemic, we are at home most of the time as it is winter here in the northeast. But my husband sometimes leaves the house and I wanted to follow him.

When an editor suggested sending a photographer to spy on him one day—to visually show the movements I tracked digitally—a small part of me worried that I might discover something I didn’t want to know about. A little privacy is good for any marriage.

‘Is it in my shoes?’

Thirty minutes after my husband and youngest got to the hospital, I opened an app linked to the most sensitive tracker in my arsenal, the $30 LandAirSea device. It costs extra to enable, because it needs a cellular plan to ping global positioning satellites. I chose the cheapest plan at $19.95 per month to get location updates every three minutes; The most expensive plan was $49.95 for an update every three seconds.