Christopher Siemieński was born in 1983 in Ottawa, Canada (hence the foreign-sounding name), and raised Polish diplomats in a family. At the age of eight, he made his first attempt at writing a book – it was a novel about a super karate fighter against a paranormal enemy, the Zodiac. And where did the pig Parma come from?
Pig teaches about healthy eating, ecology, and now about online safety
– I wanted to write an educational crime novel about food. In my opinion, crime fiction is the only correct format of a story to win the children’s “fight against the computer”. This group of readers in particular requires that their attention be drawn from the very beginning. A riddle is the best way – says Gazeta.pl Siemieński. In 2020, the first part of the series, “Inspector Parma and the Food Conspiracy”, was published. – Why about food? Because food is and has always been important to me. And Parma itself? Well, it was originally supposed to be Serrano, but I figured the female character might be more interesting and less typical in this type of story. The pig is a “plastic” animal. Every child knows what a pig is, that it is dirty and that it eats just anything. But often children do not know that pigs are very intelligent – explains the author.
I read the first part of Parma with my son when he was seven and admitted that he was afraid at times. Parma and her companion, the rat Szczerek, and detective Serrano sometimes find themselves in dangerous, tense and dark situations. However, they always manage to pull out and teach their readers something at the same time.
The drawings are the work of his brother Christopher Siemieński, Martin. Together, they also created a second book, “Inspector Parma and the Environmental Affair”, and on February 9, “Inspector Parma and Online Crimes” is published. – This is a space that, unfortunately, we still pay too little attention to. The Internet is a bit of such an incomprehensible black hole where everything can be found and done – Christopher Siemieński explains why this time he went with the story of a detective pig. – My book does not only cover the topic of online security, but also covers issues such as: screen addiction, artificial intelligence, fake news and deepfake. These are all very important topics, and hardly anyone talks about it with children. Parents sometimes hear about screen addiction, but the kids are not told about it – it’s such a total nonsense. Can you teach children about the dangers of drugs without telling them that drugs exist? – he adds. We are publishing a fragment of the book before its premiere.
Christopher Siemienski “Inspector Parma and crimes on the Internet” – excerpt:
It was late in the evening when inspector Parma and detective Serrano left the theater in Jagodzień and walked towards Jabłkowy Square.
– It was an excellent ballet. How good it is sometimes to go out of the four walls and look at something other than the computer screen for a change – said the piggy.
Serrano looked around the square, scanning all the flickering digital advertisements. – Yes. Although recently it’s hard to find a place where they are not … “he replied, and then pointed his hoof to the opposite corner of the square, adding:” And there is Donatello, our spot. “
Pig and hog went to the door of the restaurant and pushed their way to the front of the line. Serrano told the room manager his name, and he led the couple to a table overlooking the square. As they sat down, a huge screen across the street flashed and gleamed in front of them, inviting them to buy “the latest Auto Moto Szrot V8 model with built-in GPS.”
– What the hell is GPS? Serrano mused.
– Satellite navigation system. Such a car has a built-in electronic map connected to the satellite, thanks to which you will find absolutely any destination on it and you will get anywhere you want without getting lost on the way. A very useful invention, explained Parma.
– How do you know so much about this? Serrano asked, surprised.
“Well, I … I bought a car like that,” said the piggy, blushing. She hastily waved the waiter over to their table. After a while, the dishes ordered arrived. Among them was the Dom Kompostignon bottle.
Excuse me, did you shake that bottle when you carried it? Trained by experience, Serrano tried to be careful.
The waiter shook his head vigorously in disagreement.
– Do you wish me to open the champagne? – He asked.
– No. Thank you. I can do it, Serrano replied confidently, and peeled the neck of the bottle. Then he began to bend the wire basket holding the cork; still looking into Parma’s eyes. – Everything under control! He announced and sent her a captivating smile. Then he closed his eyes and gently tugged on the stopper. There was a loud “pop”, then shattered glass rattled and a woman screamed.
Serrano opened his eyes in fear. He would have sworn a drop of sweat had run down his forehead. – I’m so sorry, madam! He asked the lady sitting at the next table.
She gave him a poisonous look, got up and went to the toilet to dry her dress.
Serrano quickly turned to Parma and poured a glass of the House of Compostignon for both of them.
– For the two of us! He said, raising his glass. Parma looked deep into his eyes.
– What would my life be like if I hadn’t saved you three years ago? She asked smiling, playfully brushing his tie. Serrano took a sip and smiled too.
“I’d still mold in Khemia’s underground dungeons, that’s for sure.” Thanks for saving me. He was already leaning in to kiss her when suddenly a piercing, high-pitched sound broke the air.
Parma and Serrano shaded their ears and looked for its source. After a while it went quiet, and all the digital screens in Apple Square filled with white noise, and then a dark silhouette appeared on them. It was impossible to make out the features of her face. Parma and Serrano ran out into the street to hear what the mysterious screen persona had to say. Pig yanked her Śliwka smartphone from her dress pocket and started recording the speech.
– Dooo … y ie … czór, … ends of Jagodna – announced a low voice, distorted by computer.
– Cotton swab, you have to talk straight into the microphone – someone from outside the frame barked.
– Shut up, Furry! Don’t call me by name when I’m broadcasting live! The dark figure snapped back.
Parma and Serrano looked at each other in disbelief. The figure pulled together, cleared its throat, and started all over again.
– Good evening, residents of Jagodno. We are neo … Kłębek, how was it?
“Neoluddists,” added another voice.
– We are neoluddists! Technology will lead you all down! This city is abo … aber … an aberration from the natural state of affairs, from tradition! We will destroy this technology that you cannot imagine your life without, unless you … transfer … a million … no, one hundred million abundant dollars into this account number! At that moment, all the screens flashed with a series of numbers. – You have twenty-four hours! Added the mystery orator, and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. The screens began flashing commercials again, and the city, having been holding its breath for two minutes, smoothly resumed its normal functioning.
Pork glanced at Parma.
– What was that supposed to be? And what or who are the neo-Buddhists?
Piggy thought for a moment.
– I’m not sure, but something about these three blackmailers does not suit me …
– That they are terribly incompetent?
– That too, of course … but there is another reason. I cannot say what I mean at this point. Beloved, could you please pass the three names these scams gave us through the criminal databases? And I will go back to the office and analyze this recording with Szperk.
“No problem,” Serrano assured him, though he felt sorry for the interrupted evening. – I’ll take you to Boczkowa.
Detective Serrano dropped Parma on the corner of Rybkowa and Boczkowa and drove off to the station. Pig started walking down the street, feeling that she was being followed. She listened diligently, but the sound of her heels disturbed her greatly. As she passed the display window, she glanced at it discreetly, trying to see who was creeping up behind her.
“I can’t see anything,” she thought. Finally she reached the building at 23 Boczkowa Street. She decided that she would not take the elevator to the office, but use the stairs to burn off the calories after dinner. glass door. She looked at her watch. “By this time of day Szperek should be asleep,” she decided, and started creeping up the corridor. Instinctively, she reached for the gun only to realize that she was still wearing her evening gown. Parma cautiously pressed the door handle and pushed the door open, ready to knock out anyone who poked around in her office the night before.
She was very surprised when she saw Szperek. The rat was awake; he sat at his desk and stared at the phone screen.
– Szperku, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be home in bed anymore? She asked incredulously.
– I started a blog a few weeks ago. I describe some of our adventures on it, and then check the number of likes in the latest post. I got fifteen likes and it’s only been two hours! Can you believe it?
– What’s up with those likes? The confused pig asked.
– Oh, nothing. It’s really nothing. But it’s nice to be appreciated. Parma rolled her eyes.
– Do you have any idea what happened an hour ago? She asked. The Rat shook its head without taking his eyes off the smartphone screen.
– Earth to Szperk! Parma roared. He jumped up and put down the phone quickly. Parma hooked up her plum to the computer, downloaded the video file, and started the movie. The rat crouched next to him. They watched the video head touching.
– Who is a neoluddist? Asked the rat as the recording ended.
“Someone with technology, I guess,” said Piggy.
Suddenly her phone rang and she answered hastily.
– Oh … yeah … unbelievable … well, I don’t believe it. Okay. Thanks alot!
– Who called? Szperek asked.
– Serrano. He entered the names from this recording into the police base and it turned out that Wacik, Kudłaczek and Kłębek were the three sheep I arrested a few years ago. I was then a private policewoman. I kicked their fluffy ass when they tried to rob a bank. The question is, what are they going to do in the next twenty-four … actually twenty hours and forty-nine minutes?
Parma turned the video back on, and then again and again, hoping to finally see a clue. When they watched it for the fifth time, a small detail caught her attention. She paused the recording and moved the snout closer to the computer screen, whimpering as she did so.
“The answer is in the details …” she muttered under her breath, then enlarged a fragment of the picture and turned to Szperk. – There’s something in the background, see? It looks like a logo of some machine-building company. Parma scratched her snout and added, “Perhaps Dr. Endo could help us get a sharper image?” But first I have to change into something more comfortable, she added, realizing she was still wearing her evening dress.
Parma changed quickly. She tucked a yellow fedora over her head and draped her compost-stained cloak over her back. She swung his collar upright cheekily. “Immediately better”, it flashed through her mind. She and Szperk left the office, slamming the door behind her.
Inspector Parma and Online Crimes – Book Cover Clinic K
Source: Gazeta
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