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| There Ain't No Justice |
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DON'T FUCK WITH MISOGYNIST UNIX HACKERS
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by Frank Oz
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The following is not entirely fictional... it just goes to show that
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not all hackers are `Q00l elEEt d00dz'. If you don't find it
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interesting because it doesn't feature beleagured hackers fighting
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against the injustice of the System... too bad. Life isn't like that
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all the time.
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THERE'S THIS guy... let's call him Alvin. He's your standard Unix
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hacker; tall, gangly, socially retarded, lives for his machines; very
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intelligent. Still, as Larry Niven said: `Intelligence is a
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goal-seeking tool, and goals aren't always chosen intelligently'.
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Heh.
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Alvin had a goal: he wanted to propagate his genetic pattern. He
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wanted to reproduce himself. Since humanity's cloning facilities
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aren't exactly set up for `The Boys From Brazil'-style replication,
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this procedure would require the cooperation of a female. We'll call
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her Jenny.
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Alvin seduced Jenny away from her previous attachment (who wasn't too
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pleased about it, i can tell you) and got her pregnant, despite the
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fact that she was only sixteen years old at the time. So, come her
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seventeenth birthday, she had an extra present; a baby boy. We'll
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call him Max.
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Alvin was still hacking, full time; he'd spend all night breaking
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into American computer systems, and all day sleeping. It was up to
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Jenny to keep them fed, wash the clothes, make sure that their
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AusStudy money kept coming in, AND take care of the baby all along.
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Not much fun, but who cares what she thinks? She's only a girl, after
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all. It's her place. It should seem natural.
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She's concerned that Alvin's late-night hacking activities will bring
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down the wrath of the Federal Police. Alvin denies this vigorously;
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he's far too smart to get caught, isn't he? Damn straight. She wants
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to leave and take Max with her, but there's no way in hell he's going
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to allow that. In fact, he's so paranoid that she's going to run out
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on him, he stops her from going out alone. He stops her from talking
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to other people on the phone. One day - when he'd decided to drop
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into the TAFE campus and put in an appearance - he'd rung home and
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the phone had been engaged. When he got home, he picked up the phone,
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pressed `redial' and found that she'd been talking to a friend. He
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had to slap her around with a telephone book (doesn't leave marks,
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you know) a bit, just so she wouldn't get any ideas. Now, don't get
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him wrong; he wasn't keeping her as a slave because of who she was;
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she was only there to take care of his son.
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Still, a short time later, she managed to get away,and, surprise,
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surprise! The federal police raided his house! They took EVERYTHING
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(except the floppy disks hidden up the chimney)... he had to do a lot
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of fast talking, had to cut some pretty hairy deals with the Feds
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before they'd let him go. He didn't mind that; he had no intention of
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complying with them. He was willing to say, sign or do anything
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required to get away from them.
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So, he was free again. Where was that bitch, Jenny? After shopping
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him to the Feds (it had to have been her, obviously; he never would
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have been caught otherwise), she'd run off with Max and was living
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with some sleazy bastard (we'll call him Emerson). How dare she? Just
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who did she think she was? Alvin believed himself quite within his
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rights to break into her house when they were out and hide in the
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closet with a knife, waiting for them to come back. Boy, would they
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be surprised. And they were. He sure as hell put the fear of God into
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her that evening. So what if she'd got a restraining order from the
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Family Court to keep him away? Those laws didn't apply to him;
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anyway, he knew what was right and wrong.
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She had his son. His offspring, the living embodiment of his DNA. His
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PROPERTY. Alvin began his carefully plotted campaign of harassment;
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he'd need evidence if he was going to sucessfully regain custody of
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what was rightfully his. He broke into Jenny's unit on several
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occasions; he'd sift through the garbage for pieces of paper she
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might have thrown out, collected poetry, diaries, anything which
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could be used to prove her `instability'.
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After a few weeks of this kind of treatment, Emerson had had enough.
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He left, and Jenny took up with a strange guy we'll call Frank. Now,
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Frank was what you'd call `unorthodox'; he was into submissive s&m
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for one thing, and boy, was Alvin pleased when he found this out!
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That sort of thing would look great in the Family Court when it came
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to proving what a `terrible mother' Jenny was, and Alvin made the
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most of it; breaking into the unit when they were out, breaking open
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their `toy-box', spreading their s&m `toys' out on the bed. It made a
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wonderful photograph.
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They were, all of them, active in the BBS world; after hacking Unix
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boxes, BBSes were a piece of cake. Alvin captured some very
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interesting conversations on the local chat boards, and if they
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weren't exactly what he wanted, well, he could always edit them. The
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Family Court judges wouldn't know, would they? Most of them were so
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computer-illiterate, they wouldn't know a capture-file from a
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CAT-scan. The piece de resistance was when he broke into Jenny's unit
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and made a copy of the phonebook file from Frank's terminal program.
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Among other things, it had all of his passwords; this allowed Alvin
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to call the systems Frank frequented and read his mail. Some of it
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was quite interesting...
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All this s&m stuff was fine, but he needed something more. Alvin
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looked around... what was the current media whipping-boy? Child
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sexual assault, of course! Frank was into s&m, he's probably into
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child abuse as well! Little Max is only two years old, so he can't
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tell anyone the -terrible- things they're doing to him, can he?
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Step one: Frank has a job, which could present a problem... he might
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be able to afford decent legal representation. Easy, ring up his
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boss, good morning, sir, yes, were you aware, sir, that an employee
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of yours is a paedophile? Yes, and he's into intravenous drugs, too.
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And I have it on good authority that he has AIDS. Yep. Scratch one
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employee. Frank, this is the dole queue. Dole queue, this is Frank.
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The plan proceeds. Next, Alvin has to isolate Jenny.
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Alvin still has access to little Max one day out of seven... well,
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Max is obviously in danger here, so one day, Alvin simply waltzes off
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with him and refuses to return the child until Jenny gets a family
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court order keeping that dangerous pervert Frank away from His Son.
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What can she do? Max needs her, he's still breast-feeding. The order
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is signed. Bye, bye, Frank. He still tries to see Jenny, although he
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isn't allowed to be there when she has Max, and if he's there too
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often, the police receive a phone call from some concerned soul and
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they zip around there to make sure the court order is being enforced.
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Git along, Frank, and don't come back or Alvin will go to Community
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Services and play those tapes of little Max describing the awful
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things Frank did to him. Never mind that the kid's two and a half
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years old and has half the vocabulary of the Cookie Monster.
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There's an interesting point that Alvin was well aware of; the Family
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Court don't care how evidence was obtained. It doesn't matter if it
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was obtained illegally; it's all admissible. Obviously, if Jenny and
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Frank had known this, they would have been a bit more careful about
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the things they did in bed...
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Anyway, Frank's out of the way now. Time passes; the case comes to
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the Family Court. Jenny, being the sort of girl who can be brow-
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beaten into having this guy's baby in the first place, is a pushover
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for Alvin's wolverine-like lawyer. He takes her to pieces, and when
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the dust settles, she's lucky if she gets to see Max at all.
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Supervised access once a week.
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Still, this isn't enough. The NERVE of this woman! She goes back to
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court, trying to get some access back (after all, Max is her child as
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well!)! Can't have any of that. Let's see what else we can dig up,
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thinks Alvin.
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That child pornography bit was a good scam, wasn't it? Well, let's
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track down Frank and see if we can't implicate him again, and, by
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association, Jenny. He owns a VCR and lots of tapes... a few words in
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the right ears, and the police pay Frank a visit, turn his flat
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upside down, take his VCR and all of his tapes. Frank is
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bewildered... he hasn't seen Jenny for well over a year! Why now?
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Six months later, the police have finished going through the tapes.
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They didn't find anything untoward, just your standard porn and lots
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of Star Trek and Red Dwarf. Still, if it comes down to it, Alvin can
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point out that Frank was under -suspicion- of owning child
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pornography, can't he? I mean, there must have been something in the
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accusation, or the police wouldn't have bothered searching the guy's
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place, right? Right. And in the Family Court, that's just as good as
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saying the guy was guilty.
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Meanwhile, Jenny has met another guy. Let's call him Simon. Together,
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they move from house to house, and Alvin finds them each time,
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breaking in and stealing anything that looks like a diary. Finally,
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she manages to escape him and find a place where she and Simon can
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raise their own child.
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This story isn't over yet, people. We'll keep you posted.
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