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               Chapter 11 -- The Prisoner's Dilemma

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     Harrisburg Oh Harrisburg

     The plant is melting down

     The people out in Harrisbug

     Are getting out of town

     And when this stuff gets in

     You cannot get it out

    

   -- from `Harrisburg', on Red Sails in the Sunset by Midnight Oil

  

   Anthrax thought he would never get caught. But in some strange way, he

   also wanted to get caught. When he thought about being busted, he

   found himself filled with a strange emotion--impatience. Bring on the

   impending doom and be done with it. Or perhaps it was frustration at

   how inept his opponents seemed to be. They kept losing his trail and

   he was impatient with their incompetence. It was more fun outwitting a

   worthy opponent.

  

   Perhaps he didn't really want to be caught so much as tracked. Anthrax

   liked the idea of the police tracking him, of the system

   administrators pursuing him. He liked to follow the trail of their

   investigations through other people's mail. He especially liked being

   on-line, watching them trying to figure out where he was coming from.

   He would cleverly take control of their computers in ways they

   couldn't see. He watched every character they typed, every spelling

   error, every mistyped command, each twist and turn taken in the vain

   hope of catching him.

  

   He hadn't been caught back in early 1991, when it seemed everyone was

   after him. In fact Anthrax nearly gave up hacking and phreaking

   completely in that year after what he later called `The Fear of God'

   speech.

  

   Late at night, on a university computer system, he bumped into another

   hacker. It wasn't an entirely uncommon experience. Once in a while,

   hackers recognised another of their kind. Strange connections to

   strange places in the middle of the night. Inconsistencies in process

   names and sizes. The clues were visible for those who knew how to find

   them.

  

   The two hackers danced around each other, trying to determine who the

   other was without giving away too much information. Finally the

   mystery hacker asked Anthrax, `Are you a disease which affects sheep?'

  

   Anthrax typed the simple answer back. `Yes.'

  

   The other hacker revealed himself as Prime Suspect, one of the

   International Subversives. Anthrax recognised the name. He had seen

   Prime Suspect around on the BBSes, had read his postings. Before

   Anthrax could get started on a friendly chat, the IS hacker jumped in

   with an urgent warning.

  

   He had unearthed emails showing the Feds were closing in on Anthrax.

   The mail, obtained from system admins at Miden Pacific, described the

   systems Anthrax had been visiting. It showed the phone connections he