Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton
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0:10 - 0:17Wheaton: Scroogled by Cory Doctorow. Originally published in Radar Magazine, September, 2007.
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0:18 - 0:19Read by Will Wheaton.
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0:21 - 0:28"Give me six lines written by the most honorable of men, and I will find an excuse in them to hang him."
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0:28 - 0:29Cardinal Richelieu
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0:31 - 0:36Greg landed at SFO at 8PM, but by the time
he made it to the front of the customs line -
0:36 - 0:41it was after midnight. He had it good --
he'd been in first class, first off the plane, -
0:41 - 0:45brown as a nut and loose-limbed after a month
on the beach at Cabo, -
0:45 - 0:51SCUBA diving three days a week, bumming around and flirting with French college girls the rest of the time.
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0:52 - 0:57When he'd left San Francisco a month before, he'd been a stoop-shouldered, pot-bellied wreck --
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0:57 - 1:03now he was a bronze god, drawing appreciative
looks from the stews at the front of the plane. -
1:04 - 1:08In the four hours he spent in the customs line, he fell from god back to man.
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1:08 - 1:13His warm buzz wore off, the sweat ran down the crack of his ass,
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1:13 - 1:18and his shoulders and neck grew so tense that his upper back felt like a tennis racket.
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1:18 - 1:22The batteries on his iPod died after the third hour, leaving him with nothing to do
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1:22 - 1:25except eavesdrop on the middle-aged couple ahead of him.
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1:25 - 1:29"They've starting googling us at the border," she said. "I told you they'd do it."
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1:30 - 1:32"I thought that didn't start until next month?"
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1:33 - 1:38The man had brought a huge sombrero on board, carefully stowing it in its own overhead locker,
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1:38 - 1:43and now he was stuck alternately wearing it and holding it.
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1:43 - 1:49Googling at the border. Christ. Greg vested out from Google six months before, cashing in his options
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1:49 - 1:54and "taking some me time," which turned out to be harder than he expected.
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1:54 - 2:00Five months later, what he'd mostly done is fix his friends' PCs and websites, and watch daytime TV,
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2:00 - 2:03and gain ten pounds, which he blamed on being at home,
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2:03 - 2:07instead of in the Googleplex, with its excellent 24-hour gym.
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2:08 - 2:10The writing had been on the wall.
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2:10 - 2:13Google had a whole pod of lawyers in charge of dealing with the world's governments,
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2:13 - 2:19and scumbag lobbyists on the Hill to try to keep the law from turning them into the world's best snitch.
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2:19 - 2:21It was a losing battle.
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2:21 - 2:27The Government had spent $15 billion on a program to fingerprint and photograph visitors at the border,
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2:27 - 2:30and hadn't caught a single terrorist.
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2:30 - 2:35Clearly, the public sector was not equipped to Do Search Right.
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2:35 - 2:39The DHS officers had bags under their eyes
as they squinted at their screens, -
2:39 - 2:43prodding mistrustfully at their keyboards with sausage fingers.
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2:43 - 2:47No wonder it was taking four hours to get out of the goddamned airport.
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2:47 - 2:51"Evening," he said, as he handed the man his sweaty passport.
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2:51 - 2:57The man grunted and swiped it, then stared at his screen, clicking. A lot.
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2:58 - 3:01He had a little bit of dried food in the corner of his mouth
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3:01 - 3:04and his tongue crept out and licked at it as he concentrated.
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3:04 - 3:07"Want to tell me about June, 1998?"
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3:07 - 3:13Greg turned, rotated his head this way and that. "I'm sorry?"
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3:13 - 3:21"You posted a message to alt.burningman on June 17, 1998 about your plan to attend Burning Man.
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3:22 - 3:27You posted, 'Would taking shrooms be a really bad idea?'"
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3:28 - 3:32It was 3AM before they let him out of the "secondary screening" room.
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3:32 - 3:37The interrogator was an older man, so skinny he looked like he'd been carved out of wood
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3:37 - 3:41His questions went a lot further than the Burning Man shrooms.
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3:41 - 3:43They were just the start of Greg's problems.
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3:44 - 3:49"I'd like to know more about your hobbies. Are you interested in model rocketry?"
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3:50 - 3:51"What?"
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3:51 - 3:52"Model rocketry."
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3:53 - 3:56"No," Greg said. "No, I'm not."
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3:56 - 4:01Thinking of all the explosives that model rocketry people surrounded themselves with.
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4:02 - 4:04The man made a note, clicked some more.
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4:04 - 4:09"You see, I ask because I see a heavy spike of ads for model rocketry supplies
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4:09 - 4:12showing up alongside your search results and Google mail."
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4:13 - 4:17Greg felt his guts spasm. "You're looking at my searches and email?"
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4:18 - 4:20He hadn't touched a keyboard in a month,
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4:20 - 4:25but he knew that what you put into the searchbar was more intimate than what you told your father-confessor.
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4:25 - 4:27He'd seen enough queries to know that.
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4:28 - 4:32"Calm down, please. No, I'm not looking at your searches."
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4:33 - 4:36The man made a bitter lemon face and went on in a squeaky voice.
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4:37 - 4:41"That would be unconstitutional. You weren't listening to me.
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4:41 - 4:47We see the ads that show up when you read your mail and do your searching.
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4:47 - 4:51I have a brochure explaining it, I'll give it to you when we're through here."
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4:51 - 4:56"But the ads don't mean anything -- I get ads for Ann Coulter ringtones
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4:56 - 5:00whenever I get email from my friend who lives in Coulter, Iowa!"
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5:00 - 5:08The man nodded. "I understand, sir. And that's just why I'm here talking to you, instead of just looking at this screen.
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5:08 - 5:12Why do you suppose model rocket ads show up so frequently for you?"
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5:13 - 5:15He thought for a moment.
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5:16 - 5:21"OK, just do this. Go to Google and search for 'coffee fanciers', all right?"
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5:21 - 5:28He'd been very active in the group, helping them build out the site for their coffee-of-the-month subscription service.
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5:28 - 5:32The blend they were going to launch with was called "Jet Fuel." "Jet Fuel" and "Launch"
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5:32 - 5:36-- that'd probably make Google barf up model rocket ads.
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5:36 - 5:39Not that he would know -- he blocked all the ads in his browser.
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5:40 - 5:45They were in the home stretch when the carved man found the Hallowe'en photos.
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5:46 - 5:51They were buried three screens deep in the search results for "Greg Lupinski," and Greg hadn't noticed them.
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5:52 - 5:57"It was a Gulf War themed party," he said. "In the Castro."
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5:58 - 5:59"And you're dressed as --?"
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6:01 - 6:03"A suicide bomber."
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6:04 - 6:07Just saying the words in an airport made him nervous,
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6:07 - 6:10as though uttering them would cause the handcuffs to come out.
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6:11 - 6:13"Come with me, Mr Lupinski."
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6:15 - 6:20The search lasted a long time. They swabbed him in places he didn't know he had.
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6:20 - 6:22He asked about a lawyer.
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6:22 - 6:27They told him that he could call all the lawyers he wanted once he was out of the Customs sterile area.
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6:28 - 6:29"Good night, Mr Lupinski."
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6:29 - 6:32This was a new interrogator, a man who'd wanted to know about
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6:32 - 6:39the reason that he'd sought both night diving and deep diving specialist certification from the PADI instructor in Cabo.
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6:39 - 6:43The guy impliedthat Greg had been training to be an al-Qaeda frogman,
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6:43 - 6:47and didn't seem to believe that Greg had just wanted to do all the certifications he could,
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6:47 - 6:51pursuing diving the way he pursued everything: thoroughly.
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6:51 - 6:57But now the man with the frogman fantasy was bidding him a good night and releasing him from the secondary screening area.
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6:57 - 7:01His suitcases stood alone by the baggage carousel.
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7:01 - 7:06When he picked them up, he saw that they had been opened and then inexpertly closed.
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7:06 - 7:09Some of his clothes stuck out from around the edges.
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7:09 - 7:14At home, he saw that all the fake "pre-Colombian" statues had been broken,
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7:14 - 7:20and that his white cotton Mexican shirt -- folded and fresh from his laundry-lady -- had a boot-print in the middle of it.
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7:20 - 7:26His clothes no longer smelled of Mexico. Now they smelled of airports and machine oil.
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7:26 - 7:32The mailman had dropped an entire milk-crate of mail off at his place that day, but he couldn't even begin to confront it.
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7:32 - 7:39All he could think of, as the sun rose over the Mission, turning the Victorian houses they called "painted ladies" vivid colors,
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7:39 - 7:41was what it meant to be googled.
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7:41 - 7:46He wasn't going to sleep. No way. He needed to talk about this.
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7:46 - 7:52And there was only one person who he could talk to, and luckily, she was usually awake around now.
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7:53 - 7:59Maya had started at Google two years after him, but had gotten a much bigger grant of stock than he had.
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7:59 - 8:03She knew exactly what she was going to do with it, too, once she vested:
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8:03 - 8:07take her dogs and her girlfriend and head to Florence, for good.
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8:07 - 8:10Learn Italian, take in the museums, sit in the cafes.
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8:10 - 8:17It was she who'd convinced him to go to Mexico: anywhere, she said, anywhere that he could reboot his existence.
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8:19 - 8:25Maya had two giant chocolate Labs and a very, very patient girlfriend who'd put up with anything
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8:25 - 8:31except being dragged around Dolores Park at 6AM by 350 pounds of drooling brown canine
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8:31 - 8:36She went for her Mace as he jogged towards her, then did a double-take and threw her arms open,
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8:36 - 8:40dropping the leashes and stamping on them with one sneaker, a practiced gesture.
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8:41 - 8:44"Where's the rest of you? Dude, you look hawt!"
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8:44 - 8:49He took the hug, suddenly self-conscious of the way he smelled after a night of invasive googling.
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8:49 - 8:55"Maya," he said. "Maya, what do you know about the DHS?"
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8:56 - 9:01She stiffened and the dogs whined. She looked around, then nodded up at the tennis courts.
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9:02 - 9:07"Top of the light standard there, don't look, there. That's one of our muni WiFi access points.
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9:07 - 9:11Wide-angle webcam. Face away from it when you talk. Lip-readers."
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9:12 - 9:18He parsed this out slowly. Google's free municipal WiFi program was a hit in every city where it played,
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9:18 - 9:25and in the grand scheme of things, it hadn't cost much to put WiFi access points up on light standards and other power-ready poles around town.
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9:25 - 9:30Especially not when measured against the ability to serve ads to people based on where they were sitting.
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9:31 - 9:35He hadn't paid much attention when they'd made the webcams on all those access points public
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9:35 - 9:39-- there'd been a day's worth of blogstorm while people looked out over their childhood streets
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9:39 - 9:44or patrolled prostitution strolls, fingering johns, but it had blown over.
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9:45 - 9:48Now he felt -- watched. ////
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Not SyncedFeeling silly, he kept his lips together and
mumbled, "You're joking." -
Not Synced"Come with me," she said, facing squarely
away from the pole. -
Not SyncedThe dogs weren't happy about having their
walks cut short, and they let it be known -
Not Syncedin the kitchen as Maya fixed coffee for them
-- barking, banging into the table and rocking -
Not Syncedit. Maya's girlfriend Laurie called out from
the bedroom and Maya went back to talk to -
Not Syncedher, then emerged, looking flustered.
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Not Synced"It started with China," she said. "Once we
moved our servers onto the mainland, they -
Not Syncedwent under Chinese jurisdiction. They could
google everyone going through our servers." -
Not SyncedGreg knew what that meant: if you visited
a page with Google ads on it, if you used -
Not SyncedGoogle maps, if you used Google mail -- even
if you sent mail to a gmail account -- Google -
Not Syncedwas collecting your info, forever.
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Not Synced"They were using us to build profiles of people.
Not arresting them, you understand. But when -
Not Syncedthey had someone they wanted to arrest, they'd
come to us for a profile and find a reason -
Not Syncedto bust them. There's hardly anything you
can do on the net that isn't illegal in China." -
Not SyncedGreg shook his head. "Why did they put the
servers in China?" -
Not Synced"The government said they'd block them if
they didn't. And Yahoo was there." They both -
Not Syncedmade a face. Somewhere along the way, Google
had become obsessed with Yahoo, more worried -
Not Syncedabout what the competition was doing than
how they were performing. "So we did it. But -
Not Synceda lot of us didn't like the idea."
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Not SyncedShe sipped her coffee and lowered her voice.
One of the dogs whined. "I made it my 20 percent -
Not Syncedproject." Googlers were supposed to devote
20 percent of their time to blue-sky projects. -
Not Synced"Me and my pod. We call it the googlecleaner.
It goes deep into the database and statistically -
Not Syncednormalizes you. Your searches, your gmail
histograms, your browsing patterns. All of -
Not Syncedit."
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Not Synced"The search ads?"
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Not Synced"Ah," she grimaced. "Yes, the DHS. So we brokered
a compromise with the DHS. They'd stop asking -
Not Syncedto go fishing in our search records and we'd
let them see what ads got displayed for you." -
Not SyncedGreg felt sick. "Why? Don't tell me Yahoo
was doing it already --" -
Not Synced"No, no. Well, yes. Sure. Yahoo was already
doing it. But that wasn't it. You know, Republicans -
Not Syncedhate Google. We are overwhelmingly registered
Democrat. So we're doing what we can to make -
Not Syncedpeace with them before they clobber us. This
isn't PII --" Personally Identifying Information, -
Not Syncedthe toxic smog of the information age "--
it's just metadata. So it's only slightly -
Not Syncedevil."
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Not Synced"If it's all so innocuous, why all this cloak-and-dagger
stuff?" -
Not SyncedShe sighed and hugged the dog that was butting
her with his huge, anvil-shaped head. "The -
Not Syncedspooks are like pubic lice. They get everywhere.
Once we let them in, everything suddenly got -
Not Synceda lot more -- secret. Some of our meetings
have to have spooks present, it's like being -
Not Syncedin some Soviet ministry, with a political
officer always there, watching everything. -
Not SyncedAnd the security clearance. Now we're divided
into these two camps: the cleared and the -
Not Syncedsuspect. We all know who isn't cleared, but
no one knows why. I'm cleared. Lucky me -- -
Not Syncedbeing a homo no longer disqualifies you for
access to seekrit crap. No cleared person -
Not Syncedwants to even eat lunch with an un-clearable.
And every now and again, one of your teammates -
Not Syncedwill get pulled off your project 'for security
reasons', whatever that means." -
Not SyncedGreg felt very tired. "So now I'm feeling
lucky I got out of the airport alive. I suppose -
Not SyncedI might have ended up in Gitmo if it had gone
badly, huh?" -
Not SyncedShe was staring at him intently, her eyes
flicking from side to side. He waited, but -
Not Syncedshe didn't say anything.
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Not Synced"What?"
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Not Synced"What I'm about to tell you, you can't ever
repeat it, OK?" -
Not Synced"Um, OK? You're not going to tell me you're
a deep-cover Al-Quaeda suicide bomber?" -
Not Synced"Nothing so simple. Here's the thing: the
airport DHS scrutiny is a gating function. -
Not SyncedIt lets the spooks narrow down their search
criteria. Once you get pulled aside for secondary -
Not Syncedat the border, you become a 'person of interest,'
and they never, ever let up. They'll check -
Not Syncedthe webcams for your face and gait. Read your
mail. Log your searches." -
Not Synced"I thought you said the courts wouldn't let
them --" -
Not Synced"The courts won't let them indiscriminately
google you. But once you get into the system, -
Not Syncedit becomes a selective search. All legal.
And once they start googling you, they always -
Not Syncedfind something."
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Not Synced"You mean to say they've got a boiler-room
of midwestern housewives reading the email -
Not Syncedof everyone who ever got a second look at
the border? Sounds like the world's shittiest -
Not Syncedjob."
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Not Synced"If only. No, this is all untouched by human
hands. All your data is fed into a big hopper -
Not Syncedthat checks for 'suspicious patterns' and
gradually builds the case against you, using -
Not Synceddeviation from statistical norms to prove
that you're guilty of something. It's just -
Not Synceda variation of the way we spot search-spammers"
-- the "optimizers" who tried to get their -
Not SyncedViagra scams and Ponzi schemes to come to
the top of the search results "-- but instead -
Not Syncedof lowering your search rank, we increase
your probability of being sent to Syria. And -
Not Syncedof course, they google all of us, everyone
who works on anything 'sensitive.'" -
Not Synced"Naturally," Greg said. He felt like he was
going to throw up. He felt like never using -
Not Synceda search engine again. "How the hell did this
happen? It's such a good place. 'Don't be -
Not Syncedevil,' right?" That was the corporate motto,
and for Greg, it had been a huge part of his -
Not Syncedreason for taking his fresh-minted computer
science PhD from Stanford directly to Google. -
Not SyncedMaya's laugh was bitter and cynical. "Don't
be evil? Come on, Greg. Don't you remember -
Not Syncedwhat it was like when we started censoring
the Chinese search results, and we all asked -
Not Syncedhow that could be anything but evil? The company
line was hilarious: 'We're not doing evil -
Not Synced-- we're giving them access to a better search
tool! If we showed them search results they -
Not Syncedcouldn't get to, that would just frustrate
them. It would be a bad user experience. If -
Not Syncedwe hadn't lost our don't-be-evil cherry by
then, we surely did the day we took that one." -
Not Synced"Now what?" Greg pushed a dog away from him
and Maya looked hurt. -
Not Synced"Now you're a person of interest, Greg. Googlestalked.
Now, you live your life with someone watching -
Not Syncedover your shoulder, all the time. You know
the mission statement, right? 'Organize all -
Not Syncedhuman knowledge.' That's everything. Give
it five years, we'll know how many turds were -
Not Syncedin the bowl before you flushed. Combine that
with automated suspicion of anyone who matches -
Not Synceda statistical picture of a bad guy and you're
--" -
Not Synced"I'm scroogled."
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Not Synced"Totally."
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Not Synced"Thanks, Maya," he said. "Thanks anyway."
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Not Synced"Sit down," she said. The dog that had been
bumping at his legs was at it again. Maya -
Not Syncedtook both dogs down the hall to the bedroom
and he heard her muffled argument with her -
Not Syncedgirlfriend. She came back without the dogs.
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Not Synced"I can fix this," she said in a whisper so
low it was practically a hiss. "I can googleclean -
Not Syncedyou."
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Not Synced"But you're under constant scrutiny --"
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Not Synced"By DHS agents. Once they fired all non-native-born
Americans from the DHS, it got a lot fatter -
Not Syncedand stupider. I can googleclean you, Greg."
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Not Synced"I don't want you to get into trouble."
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Not SyncedShe shook her head. "I'm already doomed. I
built the googlecleaner. Every day since then -
Not Syncedhas been borrowed time -- now it's just a
matter of waiting for someone to point out -
Not Syncedmy expertise and history to the DHS and, oh,
I don't know. Whatever it is they do to people -
Not Syncedlike me in the War on Abstract Nouns."
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Not SyncedGreg remembered the questioning at the airport.
The search. His shirt, the bootprint in the -
Not Syncedmiddle of it.
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Not Synced"Do it," he said.
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Not SyncedThe ads were weird. He hadn't really paid
attention to them in years. The blocker got -
Not Syncedrid of most of them, but Google changed its
code often enough that their little text ads -
Not Syncedshowed up on a lot of his pages. They stayed
subliminal mostly -- only clunkers like that -
Not SyncedAnn Coulter ringtone ad made it past his eyes
into his brain. -
Not SyncedNow the clunkers were everywhere: Intelligent
Design Facts, Online Seminary Degree, Terror -
Not SyncedFree Tomorrow, Porn Blocker Software, Homosexuality
and Satan. He clicked through a couple of -
Not Syncedthese and found himself in some kind of alternate
universe Internet, full of weird opinions -
Not Syncedabout the evils of being gay, the certainty
of the young Earth, the need for eternal national -
Not Syncedvigilance.
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Not SyncedThen he started to notice something weird
about the search results themselves. After -
Not Syncedunpacking his suitcase and opening his mail,
he spent two weeks sitting at home on his -
Not Syncedass, surfing. His pre-Mexico belly was reemerging,
so he decided to do something about it. No -
Not Syncedburritos for lunch today -- he'd go to that
holistic place Maya had told him about. Vegan -
Not Syncedlow-fat cuisine couldn't possibly be as gross
as it sounded. -
Not Synced"Did you mean 'Hungarian Restaurants'?"
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Not SyncedHe snorted. No, he'd meant "holistic restaurants,"
you dumbass search-engine. It nagged at him. -
Not SyncedHe pulled up his search history and went back
through the results, printing out the pages. -
Not SyncedThen he logged out of his Google account and
went back through the same searches, comparing -
Not Syncedthe results to the logged-in pages. The differences
were striking. A search for "democratic primary" -
Not Syncedpointed to anti-Hillary rants on angry blogs
when he was logged in, and to information -
Not Syncedon volunteering for the DNC when he was logged
out. Searching for "abortion clinic" while -
Not Syncedlogged out listed the nearest Planned Parenthood
office; searching while logged in gave him -
Not Syncedinformation about Campaign Life, ProLife.com,
and the ProLife alliance. Good thing he wasn't -
Not Syncedpregnant.
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Not SyncedThis was Maya's googlecleaner at work. It
was like the stories of people who asked their -
Not SyncedTiVos to record an episode of "Queer Eye"
and then got inundated with suggestions for -
Not Syncedother "gay shows" -- "My TiVo thinks I'm gay,"
was the title of one article he remembered. -
Not SyncedGoogle had been experimenting with "personalized"
search results before he left the country -
Not Synced-- here it was, in all its glory.
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Not SyncedGoogle thought he was a conservative Christian
Republican who supported the War on Terror -
Not Syncedand many other abstract nouns.
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Not SyncedHe logged out of Google -- that was simple.
Five minutes later, he logged in again. His -
Not Syncedentire address book was in there. He logged
out again. Logged back in. His calendar -- -
Not Syncedwhen was his parents' anniversary again?
Logged out. Logged back in. Needed his bookmarked -
Not Syncedlocations in Maps. Logged out.
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Not SyncedHe stopped trying. Google was where his friendships
lived -- all those people he stayed connected -
Not Syncedto on Orkut. It was where his relationships
lived: all that archived email, all those -
Not Syncedaddresses in his address-book. It was his
family photos, his bookmarks. Hell, his search -
Not Syncedhistory -- his real search history -- was
like an outboard brain, remembering which -
Not Syncedparts of the unplumbable Internet he cared
about, so that he didn't have to remember -
Not Syncedit the hard way, with the meat in his skull.
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Not SyncedGoogle had a copy of him -- all the parts
of him that navigated the world and the people -
Not Syncedin it. Google owned that copy, and without
it, he couldn't be himself anymore. He'd just -
Not Syncedhave to stay logged in.
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Not SyncedGreg mashed the keys on the laptop next to
his bed, bringing the screen to life. He squinted -
Not Syncedat the toolbar clock: 4:13AM! Christ, who
was pounding on his door at this hour? -
Not SyncedHe shouted "Coming!" in a muzzy voice and
pulled on a robe and slippers. He shuffled -
Not Synceddown the hallway, turning on lights as he
went, squinting. At the door, he squinted -
Not Syncedthrough the peephole, peering at -- Maya.
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Not SyncedHe undid the chains and the deadbolt and yanked
the door open and Maya rushed in past him, -
Not Syncedfollowed by the dogs, followed by her girlfriend,
Laurie, whom he'd last seen at a Christmas -
Not Syncedparty at Google, in a fabulous cocktail dress
and an elaborate up-do. Now she was wearing -
Not Synceda freebie Google Summer of Code sweatshirt,
jeans, and a frown that started between her -
Not Syncedeyebrows and intensified all the way down
her face. -
Not SyncedMaya was sheened with sweat, her hair sticking
to her forehead. She scrubbed at her eyes, -
Not Syncedwhich were red and lined.
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Not Synced"Pack a bag," she said, in a hoarse croak.
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Not Synced"What?"
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Not Synced"Whatever you can't live without. A couple
changes of clothes. Anything you're sentimental -
Not Syncedabout -- shoebox of pictures, your grandfather's
razor, whatever. But keep it small, something -
Not Syncedyou can carry. We're traveling light."
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Not Synced"Maya, what are you --"
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Not SyncedShe took him by the shoulders. "Do. It," she
said. "Don't ask questions right now. There's -
Not Syncedno time."
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Not Synced"Where do you want to --"
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Not Synced"Mexico, probably. Don't know yet. Pack, dammit."
She pushed past him into his bedroom and started -
Not Syncedyanking open drawers.
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Not Synced"Maya," he said, sharply, "I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me what's going on." -
Not SyncedShe glared at him and pushed her hair away
from her face. "The googlecleaner lives. I -
Not Syncedshut it down, walked away from it, after I
did you. It was too dangerous to use anymore. -
Not SyncedBut I still get buginizer notifications when
new bugs get filed against it, I'm still in -
Not SyncedB as the project's owner. Someone filed eight
bugs against it this week. Someone's used -
Not Syncedit six times to smear six very specific accounts."
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Not Synced"Who's using it?"
-
Not Synced"Well, I'll give you a hint. Let me tell you
who's been cleaned this week --" She listed -
Not Syncedsix candidates, four Republican and two Democrat,
who were all in the running for the primaries. -
Not Synced"Googlers are blackwashing political candidates?"
-
Not Synced"Not Googlers. This is all coming from offsite.
The IP block is registered in DC. And the -
Not SyncedIPs are all also used by Gmail users. And
those Gmail users --" -
Not Synced"You spied on gmail accounts?"
-
Not Synced"I'm leaving in two minutes, with or without
you. You can interrupt me to ask me questions, -
Not Syncedor you can listen." She gave him another look.
Laurie stood in the door of the bedroom, holding -
Not Syncedthe dogs by the collars and looking down at
the floor. -
Not Synced"Good. OK. Yes. I did spy on their email.
Of course I did. Everyone does it, now and -
Not Syncedagain, and for a lot worse reasons that this.
-
Not Synced"It's our lobbying firm. The ones who invented
the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth. Remember -
Not Syncedthem? It was a stink when we hired them, but
Google couldn't afford to be 'that company -
Not Syncedfull of registered Democrats' forever. We
needed friends in Congress. These guys could -
Not Synceddo it for us."
-
Not Synced"But they're ruining politicians' careers!"
-
Not Synced"Yeah. They certainly are. And who benefits
when they do that?" -
Not SyncedLaurie spoke, at last. "Other politicians."
-
Not SyncedHe felt his pulse beating in his temples.
"We should tell someone." -
Not Synced"Yeah," Maya said. "How? They know everything
about us. They can see every search. Every -
Not Syncedemail. Every time we've been caught on the
webcams. Who is in our social network -- -
Not Syncedyou know that if you've got more than fifteen
Orkut buddies, it's statistically certain -
Not Syncedthat you're no more than three steps to someone
who's contributed money to a 'terrorist' cause? -
Not SyncedRemember the airport? Imagine a lot more of
that." -
Not Synced"Maya," he said, carefully. "I think you're
over-reacting. You don't need to go to Mexico. -
Not SyncedYou can just quit. We can do a startup together
or something. Or you can move to the country -
Not Syncedand raise dogs. Whatever. This is crazy --"
-
Not Synced"They came to see me today," she said. "At
work. Two of the political officers -- the -
Not Syncedminders who monitor our sensitive projects.
And they asked me a lot of very heavy questions." -
Not Synced"About the googlecleaner?"
-
Not Synced"About my friends and family. About my search
history. About my political beliefs." -
Not Synced"Jesus."
-
Not Synced"They were sending me a message. They were
letting me know that they were onto me. They're -
Not Syncedwatching every click and every search. It's
time to go -- time to get out of range." -
Not Synced"There's a Google office in Mexico, you know."
-
Not Synced"Are you coming, Greg? We're going now."
-
Not Synced"Laurie, what do you think of this?"
-
Not SyncedLaurie thumped the dogs between the shoulders.
"Maya showed me what Google knows about me. -
Not SyncedIt's like there's a little me in there, a
copy of me. Like I'm pinned down under a jar -
Not Syncedwith a ball of ether. My parents left East
Germany in '65 -- they used to tell me about -
Not Syncedthe Stasi. They'd put everything about you
in your file -- even unpatriotic jokes. Lately -
Not SyncedI've been feeling...watched. All the time.
Like I can't live without leaving a trail. -
Not SyncedLike I'm throwing off a smog of data and it
can't be gotten rid of." -
Not Synced"We're going now, Greg. Now. Are you coming?"
-
Not SyncedGreg looked at the dogs. "I've got some pesos
left over," he said. "You take them. Be careful, -
Not SyncedOK?"
-
Not SyncedShe looked like she was going to slug him.
Then she softened and gave him a ferocious -
Not Syncedhug. "Be careful yourself," she whispered
in his ear. -
Not SyncedThey came for him a week later. At home, in
the middle of the night, just as he'd imagined -
Not Syncedit. Their knock was nothing like Maya's tentative,
nervous thump. They went bang-bang-bang, confident, -
Not Syncedknowing that they had every right to be there
and not caring who else came after them. -
Not SyncedTwo men. One stayed by the door and didn't
say anything. The other was a smiler, short -
Not Syncedand rumpled, in a sports coat with a small
stain on one lapel and a cloisonn⊠American -
Not Syncedflag on the other. "Computer Fraud and Abuse
Act," he said, by way of introduction. "'Exceeding -
Not Syncedauthorized access, and by means of such conduct
having obtained information.' Ten years for -
Not Synceda first offense, ever since the PATRIOT Act
extended it. I have it on the best of authority -
Not Syncedthat what you and your friend did to your
Google records qualifies. And oh, what will -
Not Syncedcome out in the trial. All the stuff you whitewashed
out of your profile." -
Not SyncedGreg had been playing this scene out in his
head for a week. He'd had all kinds of brave -
Not Syncedthings to say, planned out in advance. He'd
even written some down, to see how they looked. -
Not SyncedIt had given him something to do while the
knots in his stomach tightened, while he waited -
Not Syncedto hear from Maya.
-
Not Synced"I'd like to call a lawyer," is all he managed.
It came out in a whisper. -
Not Synced"You can do that," the man said. "But hear
me out first." -
Not SyncedGreg found his voice. "I'd like to see your
badge." -
Not SyncedThe man's basset-hound face lit up as he hissed
a laugh. "Oh, Greg, buddy. I'm not a cop. -
Not SyncedI work for --" He named the DC firm in Google's
employ. The inventors of swiftboating. "You're -
Not Synceda Googler. You're part of the family. We couldn't
send the police after you without talking -
Not Syncedwith you first. There's an offer I'd like
to make." -
Not SyncedGreg made coffee. It gave him something to
do with his hands while he tried to find that -
Not Syncedbravery he'd been honing all week. "I'll go
to the press," he said. "I've written this -
Not Syncedall up. I'll go straight to them."
-
Not SyncedThe guy nodded as if thinking it over. "Well,
sure. You could walk into the Chronicle's -
Not Syncedoffice in the morning and spill everything
you need. They'd try to find a confirming -
Not Syncedsource. They won't find it. Maybe you'll try
to show them what your profile looks like -
Not Syncedtoday? Well, tell you what, it looks just
like it looked the day you landed at SFO. -
Not SyncedGreg, buddy, why don't you hear me out before
you start trying to figure out how to fight -
Not Syncedme? I'm in the win-win business. I'm in the
business of figuring out how to get all parties -
Not Syncedwhat they need. I'm very good at it. You don't
even want to know what I'm billing Google -
Not Syncedfor this little tete-a-tete. By the way, those
are excellent beans, but you want to give -
Not Syncedthem a little rinse first, takes some of the
bitterness out and brings up the oils. Here, -
Not Syncedpass me a colander?"
-
Not SyncedGreg watched in numb bemusement as the man
took off his jacket and hung it over a kitchen -
Not Syncedchair, then undid his cuffs and rolled them
up, slipping a cheap digital watch into his -
Not Syncedpocket. Then he poured the beans back out
of the grinder and into Greg's colander and -
Not Synceddid things at the sink.
-
Not SyncedHe was a little pudgy, and very pale. He needed
a haircut -- had unruly curls at his neck. -
Not SyncedIt made Greg relax, somehow. This guy had
the social gracelessness of a nerd, felt like -
Not Synceda real Googler, obsessed with the minutiae.
He knew his way around a coffee-grinder, too. -
Not Synced"We're drafting a team for Building 49 --"
-
Not Synced"There is no building 49," Greg said, automatically.
-
Not Synced"Yeah," the guy said, with a private little
smile. "There's no Building 49. And we're -
Not Syncedputting together a team, with its own buginizer,
to own googlecleaner. Maya's code wasn't very -
Not Syncedefficient. Every time someone runs it, it
clobbers the whole farm. And it's got plenty -
Not Syncedof bugs. We've asked around and there's consensus
on this. You'd be the right guy, and it wouldn't -
Not Syncedmatter what you knew if you were back inside
--" -
Not Synced"No, I wouldn't," Greg said. "You're on crack."
-
Not Synced"Hear me out. There's money involved. Good
work, too. Smart colleagues. A direction for -
Not Syncedyour life. A chance to participate in the
political life of your country --" -
Not SyncedGreg gave a bitter laugh. "Unbelievable,"
he said. "If you think I'm going to help you -
Not Syncedsmear political candidates in exchange for
favors, you're even crazier than I thought." -
Not Synced"Greg," he said, "Greg, you're right. That
was dumb. No one is going to do that anymore. -
Not SyncedWe're just going to -- clean things up a little.
For some select people. You know what I mean, -
Not Syncedright? Every Google profile is a little scary
under close inspection. Close inspection is -
Not Syncedthe order of the day in politics. You stand
for office and they'll look at your kids, -
Not Syncedyour brothers, your ex-girlfriends. Now that
your search history is available to so many -
Not Syncedpeople, it won't be that hard to look into
that too. Your Orkut network, your old Usenet -
Not Syncedmessages, your searches, all of it." He loaded
the cafetiere and depressed the plunger, his -
Not Syncedface screwed up in solemn concentration. He
held out his hand and Greg got down two coffee -
Not Syncedmugs -- Google mugs, of course -- and passed
them to him. -
Not Synced"We're going to do for our friends just what
Maya did for you. Just give them a little -
Not Syncedcleanup. Preserve their privacy. That's all
-- I promise you, that's all." -
Not SyncedGreg sipped the coffee, but didn't taste it.
"And whichever candidates you don't clean -
Not Synced--"
-
Not Synced"Yeah," the guy said. "Yeah, you're right.
It'll be tough for them." -
Not Synced"You can go now," Greg said.
-
Not Synced"Oh, Greg," the guy said. He plucked his jacket
off his chair-back and shrugged it on, felt -
Not Syncedin the inside pocket and produced a small
stack of paper, folded into quarters. He smoothed -
Not Syncedit out and put it on the table.
-
Not SyncedGreg looked quickly and saw the rows of results
he'd seen on the DHS man's screen, back at -
Not Syncedthe airport, when this all started. "I don't
care," he said. "Tell the world about my search -
Not Syncedhistory. Go ahead. In five years, everyone
will have had their search history ruptured. -
Not SyncedWe'll all be guilty."
-
Not Synced"It's not your history," the man said. He
divided the stack into two piles, and pointed -
Not Syncedto names on the top sheet of each. One was
Maya's. The other was a candidate whose campaign -
Not SyncedGreg had contributed to for the last three
elections. -
Not Synced"You get five weeks' vacation a year. You
can go to Cabo for the SCUBA. The options -
Not Syncedpackage is very generous, too."
-
Not SyncedThe man sat down and drank some coffee. Greg
tried some more of his own. It didn't taste -
Not Syncedso bad. It was, in fact, more delicious than
anything that had ever come out of his kitchen. -
Not SyncedThe man knew what he was doing.
-
Not SyncedThe best years of Greg's life had been spent
at Google. Smart people. Amazing work environment. -
Not SyncedWonderful technology. Nothing in the world
like it. When you worked at G, you had the -
Not Syncedbest model train set in the universe to play
with. Organizing all of human knowledge. -
Not Synced"You can pick your team, of course," the man
said. -
Not SyncedGreg poured himself another cup of delicious
coffee. -
Not SyncedThe new Congress took eleven working days
to pass the Securing and Enumerating America's -
Not SyncedCommunications and Hypertext Act, which authorized
the DHS and the NSA to outsource up to 80 -
Not Syncedpercent of its intelligence and analysis work
to private contractors. -
Not SyncedTheoretically, the contracts were open to
a competitive bidding process, but within -
Not Syncedthe secure group at Google, in building 49,
there was no question of who would win those -
Not Syncedcontracts. If Google had spent $15 billion
on a program to catch bad guys at the border, -
Not Syncedyou can bet that they would have caught them
-- governments just aren't equipped to Do -
Not SyncedSearch Right.
-
Not SyncedGreg looked himself in the eye that morning
as he shaved -- the security minders didn't -
Not Syncedlike hacker-stubble, and they weren't shy
about telling you so -- and realized that -
Not Syncedtoday was his first day as a de facto intelligence
agent in the US government. -
Not SyncedHow bad would it be? Wasn't it better to have
Google doing this stuff than some ham-fisted -
Not Syncedspook?
-
Not SyncedHe had himself convinced by the time he parked
at the Googleplex, among the hybrid cars and -
Not Syncedbulging bike-racks. He stopped for an organic
smoothie on the way to his desk, then sat -
Not Synceddown and sipped.
-
Not SyncedThe rumpled man hadn't been to the G since
Greg went back to work, but it often felt -
Not Syncedlike his influence was all around them in
building 49. He wasn't any less rumpled today -
Not Synced-- he could have been wrapped in saran-wrap
on the day he brought Greg back to work and -
Not Syncedrefrigerated for all that he hadn't changed
a hair. -
Not Synced"Hi, Greg," he said, sliding into the chair
next to his. His podmates stood up in unison -
Not Syncedand left the room.
-
Not Synced"Just tell me what it is," Greg said. "Just
spit it out. You want me to pwn NORAD and -
Not Syncedstart World War III, right?"
-
Not Synced"Nothing so obvious," the man said, patting
his shoulder. "Just a little search-job." -
Not Synced"Yeah?"
-
Not Synced"There's a person we want to find. A person
who's left the country, apparently headed -
Not Syncedfor Mexico. She knows certain things that
are, as of today, classified. She needs to -
Not Syncedbe briefed on her new responsibilities."
-
Not SyncedGreg stood up. "I'm not going to find Maya
for you." He pulled on his jacket. -
Not Synced"There are plenty of people here who will.
It's up to you, though. You can work here -
Not Syncedwith her, being productive, or you can find
out just how rotten life can get -- while -
Not Syncedshe works here, being productive with your
co-workers." -
Not SyncedGreg stared at him, his hands balled into
fists. -
Not Synced"Come on," the rumpled man said. "Greg, we
both know how this goes. When you said yes -
Not Syncedto me in your kitchen, you lost the option
of saying no. It's not so bad, is it? Who -
Not Syncedwould you rather have doing the nation's intelligence:
you and your pals here in the Valley, or a -
Not Syncedbunch of straight-edge code-grinders in Virginia?"
-
Not SyncedGreg turned on his heel and left. He made
it all the way to the parking lot before he -
Not Syncedstopped and kicked a wall so hard he felt
something give way in his foot. -
Not SyncedThen he limped back to his desk, hung his
jacket on his chair, and logged back in. -
Not SyncedIt was a week later when his key-card failed
to open the door to Building 49. The idiot -
Not Syncedred LED shone at him every time he swiped
it. He swiped it and swiped it. Any other -
Not Syncedbuilding and there'd be someone to tailgate
on, people trickling in and out all day. But -
Not Syncedthe Googlers in 49 only emerged for meals,
and sometimes not even that. -
Not SyncedSwipe, swipe, swipe.
-
Not Synced"Greg, can I see you, please?"
-
Not SyncedThe rumpled man hadn't shaved in a couple
of days. He put an arm around Greg's shoulders -
Not Syncedand Greg smelled his citrusy aftershave. It
was the same cologne that his divemaster in -
Not SyncedBaja had worn when they went out to the bars
in the evening. Greg couldn't remember his -
Not Syncedname. Juan-Carlos? Juan-Luis?
-
Not SyncedThe man's arm around his shoulders was firm,
steering him away from the door, out onto -
Not Syncedthe immaculate lawn, past the kitchen's herb
garden. "We're giving you a couple of days -
Not Syncedoff," he said.
-
Not SyncedGreg felt a cold premonition that sank all
the way to his balls. "Why?" Had he done something -
Not Syncedwrong? Was he going to jail?
-
Not Synced"It's Maya." The man turned him around, met
his eyes with his bottomless basset-hound -
Not Syncedgaze. "It's Maya. Killed herself. In Guatemala.
I'm sorry, Greg." -
Not SyncedGreg seemed to hurtle away from himself, to
a place miles above, a Google Earth view of -
Not Syncedthe Googleplex, looking down on himself and
the rumpled man as a pair of dots, two pixels, -
Not Syncedtiny and insignificant. He willed himself
to tear at his hair, to drop to his knees -
Not Syncedand weep.
-
Not SyncedFrom a long way away, he heard himself say,
"I don't need any time off. I'm OK." -
Not SyncedFrom a long way away, he heard the rumpled
man insist. -
Not SyncedBut one-pixel Greg wouldn't be turned aside.
The argument persisted for a long time, and -
Not Syncedthen the two pixels moved into Building 49
and the door swung shut behind them. -
Not SyncedDoctorow: This one came as a commission from Radar magazine
-- now defunct, a casualty of the 2008 crash, -
Not Syncedbut in 2007, this was the most widely circulated
"lifestyle" magazine in the US. They asked -
Not Syncedme to write about "the day Google became evil."
I didn't want to cheap out and just write -
Not Syncedabout the company selling out to some evil
millionaire. If Google ever turned evil, it -
Not Syncedwould be because a) evil had a compelling
business-model and b) evil lay at the end -
Not Syncedof a compelling technical challenge.
-
Not SyncedI spent a lot of time talking off-the-record
to Googlers, who are, to a one, the nicest -
Not Syncedpeople I know (OK, one exception springs to
mind, but let's not air our dirty laundry -
Not Syncedin public, right?). I also had an incredibly
productive conversation with the Electronic -
Not SyncedFrontier Foundation's Kevin Bankston, a profound
and sharp-witted privacy lawyer. -
Not SyncedI wanted to capture a company that was full
of good people who do bad. There are lots -
Not Syncedof these. For example, all the Microsoft employees
I know are fantastic and smart and caring -
Not Syncedand principled. But ethically and technically,
most of what comes out of Redmond is a train-wreck. -
Not SyncedIt's anti-synergy: a firm that is far less
than the sum of its parts. I could easily -
Not Syncedsee Google turning into that. I wish I understood
how groups of good people trying to do good -
Not Syncedcan do bad.
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- Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton
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craphound.com/walh
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Claude Almansi edited English subtitles for Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton | ||
Claude Almansi edited English subtitles for Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton | ||
Claude Almansi edited English subtitles for Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton | ||
Claude Almansi edited English subtitles for Cory Doctorow's "Scroogled" read by Wil Wheaton | ||
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