Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can. She wants to know everything about the world and there's so much to know. And she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She got books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she was six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spelled: "ACCESS DENIED."
"Mommy, mommy." She repeats. Her mother is haggard and distracted, working on a deadline for her firm. She tears herself away from her work.
"Yes, dear?"
"Why can't I look at the source for this? I want to make it better!"
"Honey, you're not allowed."
"Why not? If I fixed it I would be helping."
"Because you could be doing a bad thing. If you have the source you can copy it and you wouldn't be paying, and that's bad."
"But I'm not!"
"But you could be, and they don't know that."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to hide, then people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, now, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can. She wants to know everything about the world and there's so much to know. And she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She got books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she was six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
"Mommy, mommy." She repeats. Her mother is haggard and distracted, working on a deadline for her firm. She tears herself away from her work.
"Yes, dear?"
"Why can't I look at the source for this? I want to make it better!"
"Honey, you're not allowed."
"Why not? If I fixed it I would be helping."
"Because you could be doing a bad thing. If you have the source you can copy it and you wouldn't be paying, and that's bad."
"But I'm not!"
"But you could be, and they don't know that."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to hide, then people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, now, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can. She wants to know everything about the world and there's so much to know. And she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
"Mommy, mommy." She repeats. Her mother is haggard and distracted, working on a deadline for her firm. She tears herself away from her work.
"Yes, dear?"
"Why can't I look at the source for this? I want to make it better!"
"Honey, you're not allowed."
"Why not? If I fixed it I would be helping."
"Because you could be doing a bad thing. If you have the source you can copy it and you wouldn't be paying, and that's bad."
"But I'm not!"
"But you could be, and they don't know that."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to hide, then people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, now, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
"Mommy, mommy." She repeats. Her mother is haggard and distracted, working on a deadline for her firm. She tears herself away from her work.
"Yes, dear?"
"Why can't I look at the source for this? I want to make it better!"
"Honey, you're not allowed."
"Why not? If I fixed it I would be helping."
"Because you could be doing a bad thing. If you have the source you can copy it and you wouldn't be paying, and that's bad."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to hide from bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turned towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly --
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned what she did, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly --
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials. All the same strategies are used. The books are wiped in the same way, every time. I don't know how they do it, it's traceless -- but it's the same."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the one Naomi's parents work for. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for (Mr. Illuminati theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both). She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. (Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both.) She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have done fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. (Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both.) She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms the spiders' theories, but Naomi did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
Naomi could have fixed it, had she been allowed. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms some of the spiders' theories, but not all of them. And before the actual investigation starts, the one that would prove once and for all that they are involved in massive criminal activity, Naomi finds that she did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly and leaked so much that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
(Naomi could have fixed it. By then, having learned more about them, she didn't especially want to.)
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can, and she's so happy that everyone seems so willing to teach her about how things work. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms some of the spiders' theories, but not all of them. And before the actual investigation starts, the one that would prove once and for all that they are involved in massive criminal activity, Naomi finds that she did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
Naomi spends her childhood learning as much, as quickly, as she can. Her parents are ecstatic when her attention turns towards computing -- their field. She gets books, her own hardware from a very young age, excited conversations about so-and-so language, and hours and hours left alone, tinkering.
She makes her first calculator when she is six and doesn't stop -- except in frustration when she encounters access restrictions.
A conversation from the dinner table. Naomi shows her mother an application, across which angry letters spell: "ACCESS DENIED."
This doesn't make sense to Naomi. If they were trying to prevent access to bad people, then the bad people would want to find out their secrets more. She wants to, too, so, so badly -- but her mother has been consumed by her work again. Naomi, ignored, goes back to her machine.
She finds the source. It's easier than she expected. Better. Thrilling. She picks up an interest in cryptography and computer security. She practices.
When she meets people who share her instincts she feels a breath of fresh air. In one corner of the internet they call themselves "Spiders".Their mission is to expose corporate secrets. There are now too many avenues for a firm to hide money -- the rich being so astronomically rich, and the poor being such a good excuse to hold a charity ball or two. Everyone agrees that the people at the top are corrupt, that income and class mobility is impossible, and that people will do the jobs their parents did until those jobs disappear and they die in the slums. Not everyone agrees on where the money goes.
"I swear." One of the more influential members' pet topics is their Illuminati theory. "I've looked at some of the financials for this one. Billions of dollars go to departments with black-box budget items that haven't been properly audited in decades. No one knows where this money is going and every 'investigation' turns up clean. There have to be spies in the government or something. I'm even seeing stuff for massive large-scale fake IDs."
The evidence mounts. Others start to come around. Maybe it's not the Illuminati, but there is something tying many of the major corps together. Including the shipping company Naomi's parents work for. Mr. Illuminati Theory thinks that one in particular is running drugs, or sex trafficking, or both. She's never thought to steal their passwords before, or to try to get at their secure computers at work. But to think that even they could be part of something like this ...
The information she finds confirms some of the spiders' theories, but not all of them. And before the actual investigation starts, the one that would prove once and for all that they are involved in massive criminal activity, Naomi finds that she did her job too well -- the backdoor virus spread so thoroughly that the firm collapsed under the scandal and mounting costs of fixing it.
Six months later, another dinner conversation. Naomi's parents tell her they've found a new job. The firms they've picked are infected. She tells them not to take the jobs. They condescend at her until she storms off. Ignored, as usual.
Naomi can't use the same strategy twice. Not for both of them, it would be so suspicious. She wants to, though. Not least because she knows what she'll find.
