Voice Cloning and the End of Audio Evidence
When ears stop being witnesses
When Rydra’s phone rang that Tuesday afternoon, the voice on the other end was unmistakably her daughter’s. Not just similar: identical. The same breathy quality when upset, the particular way she swallowed between sobs. “Mom, I messed up.” Then a man’s voice: “We have your daughter. One million dollars or we hurt her.”
The terror was real. The voice was…
