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THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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Chris thought maybe Mark should seek a professional to deal with the disturbing sadness Mark presented about a hacker getting arrested for trying to shut down their system. Mark should have been more relieved that they didn’t hire the guy that hacked into Citibank and caused a disturbance in more than 20,000 bank accounts but it seemed Mark ever the geek hoped for another genius that understood his vision.
When he learned of the second hacker, and their lack of ANY record, Mark decided he wanted that person for Facebook. So Mark had given Dustin (maybe stupidly) to track down a location and setup a meeting. Though a unique question posed might have been why the hacker turned the other to the FBI, or how in the world they did it while Mark was still tracing down IP addresses.
The encouraging news was when Dustin came 12 hours later saying he had a name and a location, “Wasp, located in Sweden, Uppusla.”
Mark and Chris looked at the red head, “No actual name?” Chris asked.
Mark seemed to be testing out the value of the name Wasp while Dustin rambled off excuses and hacker secrecy.
“Get me a name,” Mark replied simply turning back towards his laptop, “Chris tell my assistant to book a flight to Sweden.”
Chris looked at him oddly.
“He or she beat me to it. That’s worthy of a top notch job offer is it not?”
“What if they have one?”
Mark shrugged, “At least I’ll have seen a place outside of my office for more than 15 minutes.”
Chris laughed but only because he knew it was true.
Mark Zuckerberg may not be rational but he rationalized with the best of them.
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lol love this line
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18 hours of coding by plane was really uncomfortable, even in first class there was no privacy to be had, and honestly he could have sent Chris. Then, he considered the superior hacking skills and realized he would have done this regardless.
Trying to remember that while illegally hacking to a database to get a real name though proved harder, this made Mark feel alive, hacking always perked him up.
“Salander, Lisbeth, Svartensgatan.”
Mark went to go find a means of transportation when his satellite cell phone rang, “Yes?”
He heard Dustin on the other of the line half yelling into the phone, “Mark it’s early, I’m tired, I’ve been working all night but Chris made me do this and then tell you because he decided you wouldn’t listen to him. But Mark, this Wasp seriously apparently has a criminal record, it’s a girl and she set her father on fire! And then she killed him a few years later.”
Well that wasn’t the news you expected to hear everyday but Mark had already went this far, it seemed irrationally stupid to turn back now. Besides, she wouldn’t have turned in another hacker if she was such a bad person.
Deciding he was right, and they weren't, he changed the subject.
“Tell Chris I have this under control. I’m going, Dustin go to bed so you can code for me later.”
“Right boss, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“I won’t sleep with her.”
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She was dressed in what Mark might have described as gothic clothes but maybe more of a modern take on the 70s British punk scene that was mastered by Richard Hell. This girl had a Mohawk, with piercings, chains, and giant rocker heels that appeared like they came out of a Gene Simmons costume collection.
She was maybe 5 feet tall if she was lucky, and looked irritated for some reason Mark wasn’t too sure about.
“Ja?”
Mark blinked, Ja meant yes in a commanding way of what the fuck was he doing here. Information processed but he never thought to first verify that she even spoke English.
What if he had gone all this way for someone who didn’t understand what he planned to say?
“I’m not Swedish,” he said stating the obvious while adjusting his hoodie and showing her his laptop, “I’m a hacker of sorts, and I was hoping to talk to you, Wasp.”
The girl stared but then moved out of the way to indicate he could come in, her lack of speech confused him but he figured out that she understood him just fine.
Mark followed her to barren table in the center of a blank room, it looked like maybe she just moved in or simply didn’t care to decorate. Perhaps Wasp of Mark’s kinship that snubbed at appearances and frivolous materialistic objects such as plants or wallpaper or new carpet.
Either way, short of a huge disaster, this meeting looked like it would have a positive outcome. Wasp apparently didn’t like to talk anymore than Mark did, let the work stand for itself, fantastic philosophy.
“My friend Dustin found you on the internet.”
She nodded, “My friend traced your friend tracking me.”
Mark was impressed, dual talents all around.
“So you knew I was coming?” He asked.
“I knew someone was checking me out. That usually implies an attempt at contact, I did not expect you to show up at my front door,” she answered shortly.
“Next time I’ll email.”
“Assuming there will be a next time?” She asked innocently.
“I created Facebook,” Mark informed her.
Lisbeth shrugged, she knew of it but was hardly a user. She had enough negative press in one lifetime to open her existence to a broad social network there any douche bag with a laptop could find out who she was, what she been on trial for, and her history of being locked up.
This was hardly something she was impressed about.
“How did you catch that hacker?” he asked suddenly as if to change the subject.
She shrugged, “Skill, you would have gotten it, I’m sure if you weren’t too busy managing your business affairs.”
Mark laughed sardonically, “That’s probably true.”
“I already tried corporate lifestyle for my trouble I got nearly killed and blackmailed into being raped. I’m not interested in going that route again,” she answered.
Lisbeth knew exactly what Mark wanted the second he mentioned fellow hacker and Facebook.
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“You need work. You need to hack. Obviously, you wouldn’t still be doing it or helping foreign nationals if it was something you could give up. But small hack jobs aren’t for you. It doesn’t hold any interest, you want something that has some aspect of case solving to it. Crime, death, rescues, ending the bad guy. I realize I run a social network but my programmers don’t just make social networking possible, we have other projects and you would be perfect for my security project,” Mark said quickly and with as little awkwardness as possible.
Wasp didn’t need to know that Mark had only had that idea about a week ago when the whole thing started. Or that he had yet to hire anyone for this idea but he knew she had to be one to head it up.
Maybe, he got her. Only it seemed curious as to why, Lisbeth could tell he was anti-social and probably from his tone a bit of an asshole but he seemed quite innocent. Like anything beyond acceptance was too much for him. He didn’t strike her as the kind that would hack into the Pentagon to save someone’s life or join a private business company spying on their clients.
She grew up hard, this guy whatever his name (as he too didn’t share) obviously had a nice life, and had a more self-indulged style to his computer interests than she did. Lisbeth used it for a purpose, to get Mikael off the hook, to find out her father was the man that was trying to having her killed, to finding the location of Vanger killer.
This guy was no Lisbeth, but it was almost funny how much personality wise they seem to have in common. Lisbeth was no people person herself, and she too often offended people with sarcasm. She almost wanted to say yes, just to see a battle of the hackers play out.
“I’ll consider your offer, if you help me on my next job,” she said finally.
“What kind of job?”
“The kind that leads to trouble, which doesn’t appear to be your forte… Mr…”
“Mark Zuckerberg.”
“Lisbeth Salander, Zuckerberg. Help me solve my case for Mikael Blomvist and I’ll do your security project.”
Mark knew the only choice was to say yes, he just hoped it wouldn’t lead to him being on trial for murder like it had been for her.
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Lisbeth sat down the file she had taken with them on the journey to this local cafe, Mark had his laptop in hand. They were sitting in the background so not be noticed by other patrons or someone that might see them doing something less than legal.
“You need to get better about lying,” she said handing him the file.
Mark stared at her blankly.
“You knew my name and about my record. Your face gave it away,” she remarked off handed.
“No one’s ever said that to me.”
Lisbeth shrugged and pointed to the file, “This is not a case where you can withhold information.”
Mark started flipping through it, on the cover looked to be a man in his mid-40’s kind of long shapely black hair with some grey and thinning spots on top. He had a long nose and he looked rather angry in the photograph.
It was a prison photograph of some kind but it was clearly from a nation besides the US or even Sweden based on the appearance of the room behind him.
“Goran Miloševic, he’s a Serbian slave trader. Millennium Magazine wants to do a story about women from other nations being transported to Sweden and used as sex slaves for powerful business owners,” Lisbeth began.
She pointed to another photo of a Swedish looking woman around 30 with long blonde hair and bruising all over her face. The woman had been beaten to death from the looks of the image.
“That’s Ingrid Jonsson, went missing six weeks ago after calling Mikael Blomvist that something unusual was going on her neighbourhood. The next morning after she was reported missing by her friend, Miloševic was found in her neighbourhood and arrested on sight,” Lisbeth informed him.
“Are you friends with him?”
Lisbeth nodded, “She was friends with Mikael too.”
“But not in the same biblical style you were?” Mark added.
That was impressive to Lisbeth. The genius might be a little bad at lying and not the greatest conversationalist, she had ever dealt with but clearly not only was intelligent, egotistical, and an ass but one with excellent observational skills.
How she managed to figure out that it was made up was anyone’s guess but if she was willing to consider it, Mark wasn’t about to turn it down.
“What exactly am I looking for?”
“Associates, whom he was doing business with. We can’t go to the prison to see him, so we need other ways to find out his dirty secrets. I’ve been on a trial looking for other victims and what they could possibly have in common,” Lisbeth said pulling out her research records collected so far.
There was a list of possible matches to missing people reported in other countries that looked like they were abducted and not murdered in a slave related scenario. A lot of them appeared to be 2nd world nations throughout Europe.
“What do you plan on doing with the data?”
Lisbeth shrugged silent with her answer, it was better to say nothing than actually confess to essentially committing a crime, even to the person she was hoping will be an ally in the end.
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The words, “is it worth it?” were playing strongly on his mind. He could walk out, take her answer as a no, and pretend this never happened.
No breaking into government records on prisoners, no spying on criminals and no passing information about possible dead women to a Magazine that was only going to publish this story and create unnecessary print which could lead to him being crucified by the American media.
Mark had a dozen reasons to say no, and only his ego and vanity and maybe some interested in her for saying yes. The answer to leave seemed the way to logically. In fact, under most circumstances (the Winklevoss’ drama for a prime example) he would have made a sarcastic remark and walked out.
Either Mark had lost his mind or he was becoming a sucker because he still hadn’t walked out, and now he was actually writing a hacking programme to access the Swedish government’s prison records.
Yeah, he was going to computer hell if such a thing existed.
Chris was going to murder him, and Dustin was going to blame him when he found Facebook being shut down by the Feds. Oh well, it was a nice run while they had it. Mark hoped federal prison would be kind.
“I mirrored your computer.”
“What’s that?” Mark asked he hadn’t been paying attention to the women across from him.
“You wanted to know how I did it? I was in your system following your moves, but I was an open proxy...”
“So he couldn’t get past your firewall to stop it,” Mark finished, “Spying a Fortune 500 company, wish I would have done it.”
Maybe this is the part where he should take the victory, he apparently was still the master, and she was good but obviously not him. It made sense except clearly she was a motivated by something else that Mark didn’t possess and was more resourceful.
He would have NEVER borrowed another hacker’s computer screen to get tips on stopping someone.
“Must have gotten some headache from whoever in China you used proxy wise to rip him off...”
“I used a port in the US. The guy they arrested also enjoyed child pornography. It was personal,” she confessed messing with the safety pins on her shoulder.
Mark studied them, “Are those attached?”
Lisbeth nodded as confirmation, “Little pain never hurt anyone.”
He balked at the idea of her skin being tied up by little silver pin, safety pins? Ouch.
She laughed at him and pulled out her own computer, “Help me get what I need, I’ll do the rest. No one will know. I’m not the master, but I’ll hack whatever you need for as long as you need it.”
“I wasn’t going to say no. I made up my mind hours ago. I could use a security monitor for Facebook off the record, which you’re good at. First thing will be not getting us arrested and showing you what you have missed in your street knowledge. That and hiding your tracks, we all knew you were there. You can’t work for me and have people know you’re searching the system.”
And that was how the team started to form.
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