This
is different. This is a method of hacking using brute force attacks on secure
servers. It doesn’t matter if the hacker has credentials. As long as they have
an IP address for the machine, they can force their way inside. Normally, this
is not that easy, especially when you’re dealing with the ultra-secure servers
that are load-balanced to withstand brute-force attacks. This goes after the
secure layer, and it’s effective. It’s very effective. With that cipher drive,
and the right person operating it, you can hack anything. Any database in the
world can be broken into. Think about it – financial intuitions,
government institutions, the NSA, the CIA, the FBI, any Fortune 500 company,
anything Jon.”
Jonathan sat back in his chair as she spoke to him. He tried
to understand the gravity of what she was saying. No wonder the Italians wanted
to pay him a million dollars for that thing. They could use it to swipe
billions upon billions of dollars if they knew what they were doing. And he was
sure that was their intention. But knowing that now, Jonathan was at a loss for
what to do. Should he help the mob get the cipher drive back or not?
“That’s crazy. So you helped to build a device to hack any
computer system in the world?”
“Well, I didn’t know that’s what the intent was at first.
The initial specs of the project, like I had told you before, were to find the
vulnerabilities in the RSA-key at the 1024-bit level. But, when I did that and
we moved onto the 2048-bit level, I guess I had an assumption that’s what the
intent was.”
“And you didn’t say something? You didn’t do anything to
stop it? Why, if you knew, did you continue to help them?” Jonathan was
searching her eyes for an answer to the question. Why would she have gone along
with a project that she knew was bad? What was her motivation in it all? It
wasn’t adding up.
“It’s a legitimate lab and it was part of my research… part
of my passion,” she said, stumbling for words. “I didn’t realize it was going
to fall into the wrong hands. Plus, they paid me really well for the job. I
mean, it would have taken me 20 years of work to make the same amount of money
I made in that 2-year span,” she said.
Jonathan looked at her. Something wasn’t making sense. She
wasn’t telling him everything. He felt like she was leaving something out, but
he just didn’t know exactly what it was. He was an expert at reading body
language, and he analyzed all the signals. He looked at her gestures and her
expressions, and he knew that she wasn’t being completely honest with him. He
knew that she wasn’t telling the complete truth. He took another big gulp of
his wine as he tried to digest the gravity of the situation. He looked out
towards the water to watch the beautiful colors dancing in the sky.
“That sunset… look at the colors,” he said, trying to change
the subject and not seem so combative.
“I know. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“I never realized this country could be so beautiful.”
“Yes, well, it is. This is home. This is my home.” She spoke
silently as she finished off her glass of wine and looked out towards the water.
The remaining entrees arrived and the waiter topped off their wine glasses.
After they were finished eating, they walked towards her car.
“That was delicious,” he said. He stared at her pale blue
eyes. She was almost his height with her high heels on. She was only an inch or
so shorter, and he couldn’t help but take her all in. He looked at her with this lost longing that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had
masked his pain and agony for years, but in that very moment, he almost felt
like he was meant to be there. It was as if he had been destined to go to that
place. At least that’s what he thought to himself in his mind.
“I know. I love it here. So, where are you staying? I can
drop you off,” she said.
“I’m staying in Besiktas. Is that how you pronounce it?”
She
is different. This is a method of hacking using brute force attacks on secure
servers. It doesn’t matter if the hacker has credentials. As long as they have
an IP address for the machine, they can force their way inside. Normally, this
is not that easy, especially when you’re dealing with the ultra-secure servers
that are load-balanced to withstand brute-force attacks. This goes after the
secure layer, and it’s effective. It’s very effective. With that cipher drive,
and the right person operating it, you can hack anything. Any database in the
world can be broken into. Think about it – financial intuitions,
government institutions, the NSA, the CIA, the FBI, any Fortune 500 company,
anything Jon.”
Jonathan sat back in his chair as she spoke to him. He tried
to understand the gravity of what she was saying. No wonder the Italians wanted
to pay him a million dollars for that thing. They could use it to swipe
billions upon billions of dollars if they knew what they were doing. And he was
sure that was their intention. But knowing that now, Jonathan was at a loss for
what to do. Should he help the mob get the cipher drive back or not?
“That’s crazy. So you helped to build a device to hack any
computer system in the world?”
“Well, I didn’t know that’s what the intent was at first.
The initial specs of the project, like I had told you before, were to find the
vulnerabilities in the RSA-key at the 1024-bit level. But, when I did that and
we moved onto the 2048-bit level, I guess I had an assumption that’s what the
intent was.”
“And you didn’t say something? You didn’t do anything to
stop it? Why, if you knew, did you continue to help them?” Jonathan was
searching her eyes for an answer to the question. Why would she have gone along
with a project that she knew was bad? What was her motivation in it all? It
wasn’t adding up.
“It’s a legitimate lab and it was part of my research… part
of my passion,” she said, stumbling for words. “I didn’t realize it was going
to fall into the wrong hands. Plus, they paid me really well for the job. I
mean, it would have taken me 20 years of work to make the same amount of money
I made in that 2-year span,” she said.
Jonathan looked at her. Something wasn’t making sense. She
wasn’t telling him everything. He felt like she was leaving something out, but
he just didn’t know exactly what it was. He was an expert at reading body
language, and he analyzed all the signals. He looked at her gestures and her
expressions, and he knew that she wasn’t being completely honest with him. He
knew that she wasn’t telling the complete truth. He took another big gulp of
his wine as he tried to digest the gravity of the situation. He looked out
towards the water to watch the beautiful colors dancing in the sky.
“That sunset… look at the colors,” he said, trying to change
the subject and not seem so combative.
“I know. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“I never realized this country could be so beautiful.”
“Yes, well, it is. This is home. This is my home.” She spoke
silently as she finished off her glass of wine and looked out towards the water.
The remaining entrees arrived and the waiter topped off their wine glasses.
After they were finished eating, they walked towards her car.
“That was delicious,” he said. He stared at her pale blue
eyes. She was almost his height with her high heels on. She was only an inch or
so shorter, and he couldn’t help but take her all in. He looked at her with this lost longing that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had
masked his pain and agony for years, but in that very moment, he almost felt
like he was meant to be there. It was as if he had been destined to go to that
place. At least that’s what he thought to himself in his mind.
“I know. I love it here. So, where are you staying? I can
drop you off,” she said.
“I’m staying in Besiktas. Is that how you pronounce it?”
She
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