Adventures in Babysitting
         
         Chris Campbell
         
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         The year 2001 saw a vast expansion in
         "hacker tools" for hacker wannabees: without knowing much,
         if anything, about computers, programming or networks,
         anonymous vandals could download tools that allowed them,
         with almost no effort, to attack hundreds, or thousands, of
         computers, for no purpose at all. This article, written as
         the year was just getting started, offers an interesting
         view into this odd subculture. 
         
         Friday, January 19, 2001 
         
         01:17am MST 
         
         "What in God's name can a man do at night in
         Philadelphia?" 
         
         -- Robert Heinlein 
         
         It was a Friday evening, and there I was standing beneath
         the mammoth columns of 30th Street Station, the massive
         structure that is Amtrak's Philadelphia Basilica. Am I off
         to test Amtrak's Acela; the 4 hour ride to Boston, home of
         L0pht, EMC and legal seafood? No. Am I off to Lynchburg
         Virginia, to Randolph Macon Women's college to enjoy the
         best odds that I will ever have of an interesting Friday
         night? No. Of course not. (They won't let me back on campus
         after the red-headed British lesbian incident.) No, instead,
         I have been convinced by 'p0lywog' that I really should
         check out a 2600 meeting, and 30th Street Station is the
         venue. 
         
         I didn't see the point. I knew when I was a kid about the
         technology with boxing- red, beige, blue, all that wild-west
         BBS kind of scene; and then came Signaling System 7. That
         put a plug into those sorts of exploits. Why would they
         still be having meetings? That was the question that got me
         there. What could they possibly be talking about? 
         
         It was this curiosity that got me to accompany 'p0lywog'
         on this thankless waste of a Friday evening; that, and it is
         Philadelphia on a Friday night. Heinlein's words echo in my
         mind as we approach the rag-tag "Matrix" groupies that
         comprise the 2600 meeting. 
         
         Angelina Jolie had managed to be a shining light in the
         waste of celluloid that had been the movie "Hackers";
         unfortunately, her stunning voluptuousness was not here to
         offer salvation to this trendy lot. No, here was life
         imitating typecast; Hollywood concepts of the elite
         underground. But I cannot judge on first impression. Sure, I
         am the System Administrator of a network that is over 10,000
         users strong- and I am not like this- but that does not mean
         that these kids are clueless just because they are
         trendy. 
         
         Let's get to know them. Where to start? Well, since it's
         2600, how about John Draper? I hear that he's sort of into
         Linux these days. Maybe they know what he's been up
         to... 
         
         "John Who?" the kid in the black PVC pants
            replies.
            
            "Draper. John Draper- Captain Crunch?" 
            
            "Huh? Yeah, I think I've heard of him. Isn't he that
            guy that works with Mudge at l0pht?" 
            
            "Hmmm. No? He used a Captain Crunch whistle to
            generate a 2600 Hz tone to get free phone calls..." 
            
            "2600? Cool! That is so ironic!" 
            
            "Yeah, it's positively biting."  
         
         I pull 'p0lywog' aside, demanding to know where the
         punchline came in. This was a 2600 meeting, and not only had
         the first person I spoke to have no clue, but neither did
         the next half dozen. "There are some older members," one of
         them proudly beamed, "that probably know who that guy is,
         but they don't come to the meetings often." 
         
         The thing is that 2600 has little or nothing to do with
         telephones any more, it's more of an entry point for kids
         that want to get into computers and "The Scene". The Scene?
         I am not too sure about that. With my father being a Systems
         Administrator, I spent most of my childhood- most of the
         last quarter century actually- in 'the scene', but the scene
         that I knew was more about soda, stale Twinkies and beards
         then about minidisks, Rollerblades, plastic pants and Cafe
         Lattes. 
         
         But it's the new guard, and this is the Kindergarten, if
         you would, for the young kids. This is what 'p0lywog' tells
         me. But I can't shake this feeling that it's not quite
         right. Maybe it's because I know young kids- 14 year olds-
         and they're doing kernel programming. Maybe it's what I am
         over-hearing in this crowd. Wow! A fellow thinks he's cool
         because he 'h4x0red' someone's AOL account- and another
         would-be Robert T. Morris set up a local college NT lab to
         crash due to a denial of service- but alas he did not write
         the DoS that he used, he simply downloaded it. Is this the
         school for budding computer masters- or is it the Juvenile
         Delinquent Hall? 
         
         But they're all very pro-Linux. And that's good, I
         suppose, unless someone were to look at them and typecast
         all Linux enthusiasts. Here Linus Torvalds is a God- but
         interestingly enough, that's about the only person they
         know. Admiral Grace Hopper? Nope. Charles Babbage and Ada
         Lovelace I didn't bother asking about. How about Ken
         Thompson? You love Linux, so you must respect Unix? Nope.
         Dennis Ritchie? I mean, you all can at least program in C,
         right? Nope. Wozniak? Jesus, you've got to know Woz; there's
         a damned highway named after him in San Jose! Might have
         heard of him. There's a Navy ship named after Grace Hopper,
         but that's understandably a little more obscure. I spoke the
         names of these patron saints of all that is the technical
         world- and the more common ones, as well. Vint Cerf, I could
         see maybe they would not know. But, not to know Ritchie and
         Thompson? How many Geneticists would not know Watson and
         Crick? Or Charles Darwin? 
         
         I departed that cavernous old station quickly. Not only
         had these kids no clue about anything beyond downloading
         exploits, but they looked at me like a crazy old man when I
         was struck with disbelief that they did not know any
         computer people that hadn't a trademark made of their name.
         For a great while after that night I really wondered what
         these people thought they were doing. They weren't computer
         people. They weren't hackers or crackers. They're just
         misbehaved anti-social children who feel an ego kick from
         executing someone else's code to attack machines. It's not
         impressive, it's not anything. 
         
         That was in one of the single snowy episodes of last
         winter. Then this morning I read a quote that put it all
         into perspective: 
         
         "I have watched kids testifying before Congress.
            It is clear that they are completely unaware of the
            seriousness of their acts. There is obviously a cultural
            gap. The act of breaking into a computer system has to
            have the same social stigma as breaking into a neighbor's
            house. It should not matter that the neighbor's door is
            unlocked. The press must learn that misguided use of a
            computer is no more amazing than drunk driving of an
            automobile."
            
            -Ken Thompson  
         
         Ken Thompson has commanded my respect since I was a boy,
         and he commands it again by putting this all down so
         eloquently. Read this, would-be crackers, and script
         kiddies! This man speaks the truth! But, then again, it's
         Ken Thompson- and you probably still don't know who that
         is... 
         
         Copyright © 2001, The Binary Freedom Project. 
         
         Reprinted, with permission, from http://www.binaryfreedom.com/content.php?content_id=8 
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