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Hello and welcome to the morning edition of Locksmith Harry's "Pandora's Box"�,

streaming to you live-live-live on all your favorite devices.

Today we're talking about hackers, hackivists, and all things' hackerdom.

Modern-day Robin Hoods, or cyber-terrorists?

Our first guests, a dynamic trio of professional hackers

known simply as BES to their exclusive clientele and peers,

they help to make our cyberworld go 'round.

Welcome to the show.

Thank you Harry.

Yeah, thanks mate, it's great to be here.

So, where's number three?

Uh, Stat should be here any minute now.

She's not too good with time, I'm afraid, but she's excellent at what she does.

And what you all do is, essentially, get paid to hack.

Uh, we're programmers... 'hacker' could mean a lot of things.

Yeah, and technically it's not bad to 'hack' something.

It's origins come from fixing something, you know, making it better.

To create abstractions that are improvements.

I've read about all these kinds of color-codes for hackers.

you got black hats, white hats, grey hats, blue hats...

Which hat do you guys where?

We're mostly white hats.

With a few other colors mixed in.

Ah, so you hack bank accounts and wreak general havoc in your off-time.

Not exactly.

Well Harry, have you checked your accounts lately?

Right... right.

No seriously, our work is to assist in protecting your privacy and information

and to determine points of weakness within a given construct or system.

oh, so you're the good guys.

You could say that.

With so much of our lives online and so much of our daily infrastructure running on a network of some kind,

You can argue that the most powerful people in the world are a bunch of nameless,

faceless folks who are the arbiters of this age in connectivity.

it's like a hacker-ruling class, and you guys are making geo-political impact.

it must be exciting to realize that.

I try not to think about it that way.

There are certainly issues that are being addressed because of it.

But is it addressed properly? for folks like me, it can be terrifying.

I mean, i don't want private or confidential information being laundered to the world.

I don't want my personal accounts compromised, my identity taken.

Most hackers aren't interested in those things.

But it does happen. You guys work security mostly.

How do you think this affects things, say, on a national level,

with stuff being taken and weeded out to the global public?

yeah, but the hacker ethos has a passion for the truth. It wants what's real to be out there.

there are clear injustices and flaws in our world that can be peacefully addressed,

and if hackers can help expose or fix them, i say why not?

Eva, what's your take on this?

I believe there shouldn't be censorship, whether online or in real life.

but, i'm not a hackivist, I'm a working girl. I love what I do, but i stay out of politics.

But what if the life you wish to live is a lie, as so many proclaim.

What if censorship in all things becomes prevalent and the norm?

Would you stand up and fight against that?

Well, hell yeah. But it isn't to that point yet...

And what about number three?

who, Stat? As long as her iPhone is working and she's connected somewhere, she's a happy camper.

And yourself?

Well, I believe we take a lot of what we have today for granted.

We expect food to be cheap and available everywhere; have unlimited drinking water,

electricity at our fingertips, our cars to run, our highways to be in good condition,

our Internet to function fast and without a hitch. What happens if all that just stops working?

well, I wouldn't be broadcasting this show...

aye, you'd be out looking for food and water and trying to make a fire.

woah nelly, let's hope it doesn't come to that folks, because i would suck at it.

Most people probably would, Harry. Most people probably would...

Is that blood?

Hello... Earth to Jesse.

Is that fucking blood on your hands?

It's not my blood.

I guess the other guy is all beat-up to shit -

That's what you're gonna say?

Who said it was a guy?

You're so full of shit.

Check out my latest post.

Isn't that the coolest thing ev-er?

What is that anyway?

It's a wake up call.

Oh, I hate wake-up calls...

You'll like this one.

Ow... that hurt...

Stop it. Jesse.

What the fuck?

What the fuck, Stat... what the hell happened to you?

Hey...

Holy shit girl, are you okay?

Stat is on-time? Must be Armaggeddon.

Hey, where were you anyway?

I'm... not sure what happened.

Do you know who did this to you?

No clue.

Do you know who we are?

I'm Eva and this is Bren...

We work together. Do you remember what you do?

Logging in here was... easy.

This place looks familiar.

That's your flat, dear.

It's pretty fucked up...

Shouldn't we be calling the police, an ambulance perhaps?

Yeah, we need to get you looked at.

Can either of you explain this?

It's started...

Can you move it a bit to the right?

What's started?

Actually, the other way...

What is it?

It's fucking glued to my hand, you guys...

What the Hell is going on?

I'm coming to you. now.

You're taking a flight?

I'm at a friend's, so i'm like an hour away.

You hold tight, sister.

Is this the friend with benefits or the friend with problems?

None of your fucking business.

What the fuck is it?

It's a bit complicated to explain.

Give me the Twitter version.

Won't fit in 140 characters,

Darlin'. it needs a pdf manual.

Do you remember how to code?

Wouldn't that be ironic if she couldn't...

This isn't fucking funny.

Irony and funny may have moments of inclusion,

but they aren't exactly synonymous.

I don't know who i am.

Grim.

Stay calm. Stay put. I'll be there in an hour, max.

Bren, can you do anything about it from remote?

I can do almost anything from

remote given the time, but... that?

He put it on a bloody phone and

glued it to her bloody hand.

WHO did?

We'll get to that...

Eva, you reckon it's safe if she hangs about?

Do you remember anything?

bits... my head's killing me.

Do you know your name?

Stat... Stacey.

Stacey. Yeah, you hate that name.

You were always Stat to us.

I don't think, considering the circumstances,

There is a better option for her to go to, alone.

Hm.

Besides, i doubt he'll be back.

It's obviously happening already.

Who?

How would you describe him?

How about a fucking name?

Jesse. His name is Jesse. Ring any bells?

I think I...

Well, he certainly has that effect on people.

Jesse...

Pardon me?

It�s the name you mentioned.

Right. Do you know this... Jesse?

I know of him.

How well do you know him?

I never met him, but he's a bit of a rock star in certain circles.

I know some of his work.

And you think this is his doing?

Security for WestDat? Seriously?

Why you waste your talent and time with those people is beyond me.

They're off your map, what do you care?

They pay well.

I can see the attraction.

Do you know that coffee is harvested with two different kinds of bean?

You have the ripe red bean, which is less acidic;

and the unripened green bean, which is used in lesser brands.

The best way to harvest coffee to this day is to do it by hand.

For selection. It's very labor intensive.

And the point is?

To have coffee abundant on every street corner in the world,

you have a massive chain of industry with the plebs of labor at the bottom.

How much of what we pay here do you think goes to them?

don't you see the pattern? the weight between demand and sharing?

It's like a cheap DDoS.

All it can lead to is implosion and collapse.

Ever study the fall of Rome?

What's up. you didn't call me here to talk about history or coffee...

We're recruiting.

Not interested.

Still trying to create change? To make cyberspace a more safer, civil place?

Are you still trying to free information from the shackles of the material by fucking it all up?

Open your eyes. Look where you stand. You might be surprised.

And you obviously know where you stand.

You've always been a cheerleader for transparency,

But you never think about the cost.

The world doesn't need transparency or change.

It's broken, and all you keep doing is moving the same shit around.

You could be writing history.

What ever happened to the idea that you don't own your abstractions?

Who ever said anything about ownership?

You stamp it on everything you do.

You misunderstand me.

I doubt that.

How's that working for you?

How's what working for me?

Being cock-sure.

Great, you?

You can't tell me you don't see the rot in all this.

No one would knowingly choose this.

The world needs a hard reboot.

d'you practice this shit in front of the mirror?

Every line that comes out of your mouth is like your code.

It's a lead into a sucker punch.

That is why you fail.

Because i think you're like a bad 'come to jesus' bumper sticker?

That you see humor in any of this.

Look in the mirror.

You're no better than those fat lemmings sipping on their mocha frappacinos,

clogging the net with their mundane drivel,

oblivious to their enslaved existence,

believing that people actually give a fuck about what they're doing at any

given moment as they happily hand over their lives.

and you're like a bad post in Phrack.

Since when do you give a shit about what people do with their lives?

Payback is imminent. Lines will be drawn.

you'll want to be on the right side when it does.

I'll keep that in mind.

Call the police, now!

You okay?

I�m very sorry to say this, but after you talk to the police,

I don�t want you back here again.

This is a serious allegation you�re making

I made no allegation. I just asked who did your last security work. It's all there.

We'll have our it people look into this immediately.

You do that.

Say, I got some time after this. Wanna get a drink?

I'll send the invoice to accounts.

Getting a lead into this stream is proving a bit difficult.

You're in the best position to do so, i'm afraid. or eva, whenever she gets there.

I need to get this thing off my hand...

You have to appreciate the irony.

What if I just turn it off?

Yeah, look... though the actual event resides somewhere else, let's hold that thought, alright?

Today, you're about to be a part of history.

Today, you're not going to tweet, post, or say anything mundane or ridiculously trivial.

Today, the world is going to wake up

and hear your words.

Well, not your words.

But you'll be my herald.

Today's the day that you get your wish:

to be famous,

and remembered.

I remember bits about this guy Jesse.

My condolences.

He's psycho.

He's definitely a character.

Are you on the fanboy forums?

Hardly. An odd fascination more than anything.

He knows his shit, no one can argue that.

His great grandfather was part of the Choctaw

code talkers in your Army's 36th Infantry Division, World War One.

He's relentless, a nutter, and definitely two sandwiches short of a picnic;

but he's been a voice for a lot of angry people for years.

You and Eva never got along with him. I keep my distance.

Eva seemed like she knew what this was.

Let's just say Eva has had more dealings with Jesse than either of us;

a rather unenviable position.

I wouldn't do anything with that phone if I were you...

someone just text'd me.

yeah well, don't reply.

Too late.

Are you daft?

What if it's him?

Then you've just let him know that's you're lucid,

That you're okay.

I think he wants me to be.

After beating you within a sliver of your life?

First, we don't know who did this.

I know it was Jesse who busted my nose, but that was another time.

Oh fuck...

What?

Shit.

We just lost four hours.

How?

He's fucking with me.

Eva thinks it's Jesse from something she's glimpsed in the stream.

Could it be anyone else?

I don't know... I mean, this can't all be for me.

This part, the phone, is for me, but what's happening on the phone...

Well, he knows you code, otherwise why put it there? it's like he's showing off...

It's like a dare.

It certainly fits Jesse's M.O.

You really should get to a hospital.

I'll live.

People have died from less.

You could have a concussion, internal bleeding, brain hemorrhaging-

Bren...

- or any of the above.

I'll get to a hospital once we figure this out and get this fucking phone off my hand.

Yeah, well maybe a hospital would get the phone off your hand.

Focus, Bren.

I thought it was rather a bright idea myself.

d'you got any acetone?

I don't remember if i have acetone in the house;

and even if I do, how am I supposed to find it in this mess?

How about margarine?

Says here margarine works.

Or... you could use soap and water to soften it against your skin,

though water and phones usually don't mix very well.

Stat continues to look around her desk for something.

Well, at least you haven't lost that.

Apparently.

It crossed my mind, but you don't think this is some kind of a bomb do you?

What, you mean the kind that goes boom?

Is there another kind?

Yeah, the kind that goes boom.

Look, anything's possible, but Jesse resides in another place.

He's ambitious beyond measure.

Bombs, they're dirty... not elegant.

If you ask me, he's playing something on a much grander scale.

It's a long string. i'll let you know if i've hit the loop yet.

Get out of the fucking way!

Are you kidding me?? what?

Eva just called, said she's almost there.

Great.

Figures he'd glue the fucking phone to my right hand.

I got the source links, but it's to hell and back.

Okay, just give me a sec...

How's the head?

Numb. Cold.

I just remembered something...

Oh?

I have a gun.

The point is?

It's getting down to the wire.

Who knows what's going to happen at zero.

Look, if it's locked away somewhere, why not just leave it there?

Typical. Bloody cowboys, all of ya.

Look, the gun isn't going to solve this problem.

I don't think when the clock gets to zero,

a zombie is going to pop out of your closet at ya.

Besides, you said you're right-handed, right?

It's not much use trying to fire a weapon in your off-hand.

Jesus, you sound like my mother.

I'm ambidextrous with a few things and, it still shoots.

Not funny.

What if I stick this line with a false go-to, hook it, plant the variable here, and...

Ha. Brilliant. Could work.

Could set it off again...

Yeah, well... it could do that.

You think Eva will be here in less than...

Twenty minutes?

Not sure. Let me call her.

Hello. Yeah, how far are you?

We may have a break on the strings.

Well, it's a bit tighter than that.

Stat will explain when you get there.

She said that she's ten minutes away, and not to do anything rash.

Rash?

I'm paraphrasing.

Gonna do it.

If you give me a bit more time,

I could figure out what is at stake here.

Time is not exactly on our side.

Just give me ten minutes.

Stopping the sequence is priority right now, whatever's at stake.

I'll take that as agreement.

Fuck me...

What, it worked?

It worked.

That calls for a drink.

I need a smoke.

You don't smoke.

Nice try.

Listen, shouldn't you just stay put?

I need some fresh air.

Okay, that doesn't make any sense.

I'll just be out around the corner.

Cheers. i'll let eva in when she gets here, tell her you're outside.

Breathing.

Tell her there's beer in the fridge.

Oh so she gets a beer for driving over, and I get nothing?

How about a night of rounds at that watering hole under the tracks you like so much?

You're back.

How's the nose?

Sorry for the mess,

the boys had it in their minds that you had something on the operation.

you had some really neat stuff.

Fix it now, bitch. Fix it!

It's clever. but all you're doing is delaying the inevitable.

Glad to inconvenience you.

He's a spineless shit.

Couldn't even do it himself.

Enough.

Stat...

Stop, or she dies.

Not another step.

How long were you in on this, Bren?

As long as it made sense. When did you figure it out?

What the fuck?

Hard to ignore your comments in the code.

You wanted me to know.

Okay, everyone just chill.

All of this drama isn't necessary.

And Jesse, for god's sake, put the bloody gun down!

Stat. You will see the virtue in all this once it's done.

And the World will realize everything they took for granted.

From the ashes of discontent and enslavement, true freedom shall rise.

Jesse, have you gone mental?

Get with the bloody program.

Put the gun down, now.

Your ass is next.

I never keep it loaded...

... thank god you're okay.

You can't stop it.

It all ends and begins.

now.