New York, West Queens, Long Island.

Queen is the largest district of the Big Apple's five districts, the city's three largest airports Kennedy and old LaGuardia are both in this area, most of the people who fly to New York land here, descendants of European countries, Asian Americans such as India, descendants of Jamaica and other island countries, Mexicans, South Americans and other Hispanic people, adjacent to Brooklyn in the south, African Americans and police are not lacking, white, black, brown, yellow, not black and white, and other ethnic groups are intertwined, worthy of the name of the ethnographic display area.

At night, Roosevelt Avenue is lit up with Mexican-style and Caribbean-style restaurants, pharmacies selling magic oil from India, Spanish fly shops, and many people from all over the world walking on the streets.

At this time, the Soviet Union had not yet collapsed, and the largest number of employees working in street shops were still Mexican armed workers behind enemy lines that could not be stopped by the Great Wall and the power grid, and the most ferocious Russian gangsters in the NYPD in the 90s had not yet jumped from the sea and air to jump from the plane to kill, and three years later, there would be many vodka-flavored Yuri barbecue restaurants, which were full of smoke all day long, wine bottles were rolling sideways, and big men were swaying, which fully gave the American people a taste of the demeanor of a fighting nation.

Near the exit of the No. 7 subway station, in an apartment building not far from the former residence of the jazz soul Uncle Xuebaozui, a faint light peeks through the window crack in one of the rooms on the third floor of the apartment.

The small room, full of buzzing machines, a DEC small computer as a servo to drive five MAC shells, but it is full of the latest accessories on the market to save out of the computer, forming a small USENET, all the hosts are disassembled, dense boards left and right gaps, colorful enameled wires are messy and exposed, a high-power fan with eliminated abandoned cats as mats, is blowing at the bare host with the highest gear without shaking the head.

In front of a seventeen-inch CF monitor with Trilon technology, a swivel chair sits on a ball cap wearing the letters of NY on the back, with a decadent, pale face of a brown-haired white man, a pair of wise eyes shining behind the spectacle lenses, and rows of dark characters on the screen are reflected on the lenses.

With his left palm to his mouth, the white young man swallowed a green-white capsule with his head raised, took half a box of milk on the table, sucked the last bite of the straw, and suddenly turned around in a swivel chair like ADHD, and then casually threw the milk carton in his hand from the top of his head to his back.

The milk carton fell to the ground silently, because it smashed on a cotton stinky sock with a very strong sound-absorbing effect on the ground, and the soft cotton material socks looked stiff, and they hadn't been washed for a long time.

The green and white capsule is printed on both sides of the English name, indicating the dose of 20mg, Chinese translated as Prozac, is a new patented drug approved by the US FDA last year, the fluoxetine in the capsule has antidepressant effect, just listed has not been able to pass the hearing on the medical insurance list, and is a prescription drug, resulting in an extremely expensive price on the market.

He bought this food through the black market, firstly, to prove that he was rich, secondly, to prove that he was sick, and thirdly, he did not want people to know that he was mentally ill.

His name is Rota. Morris, who just graduated from Harvard and is studying for a master's degree at Cornell, nicknamed the big red, is a young man with the surname of Morris, a traditional British folk dance, who is not good at playing the legendary British sissy with bells all over his body, but he has invented a hanging method that later generations of hackers are familiar with, that is, hanging horses, and if history does not change, he will still become a well-known figure without hanging bells, known as the father of worms in the world.

It is powerful in the absence of the word virus, because since his worm, there is a computer virus to say, rewarded many anti-virus companies and IT code farmers to eat, and later generations of domestic Ruixing Jiangmin Jinshan 360 and other most should buy a tablet from time to time to worship the benefactor.

If history hadn't changed, a month later, the world's first worm would have spread across the United States from MIT, infecting 10% of all networked computers.

Turned out to blow into the phone to make free calls, hack ATamp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; The bears of the public telephone system of Company T were not known to the public before, and it was because of him that he forced the US military's DARPA to form the first computer emergency response team, CERT, prompting US President Ronald Reagan to sign the "Computer Security Act".

The U.S. military has a hard time, after all, it is difficult to prevent thieves, Morris is a family student, his father Morris Sr. is a former NSA scientist, the military MILNET door is clear, little Morris is naturally close to the water, he is not satisfied with winning the ADMIN, just change the INDEX, he is planning to do something to find out how many computers are connected to the Internet in the United States, can it be like selling free phones, do the free Internet business, ATamp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; T-like big companies run on the yellow.

Early hackers are almost always looking for ATamp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; The American telegraph and telephone company troublesome practice, the first step in the hacker circle is to call without money, including Jobs, everyone sells free phone solutions part-time, so they are extremely interested in wired objects, regardless of wired or wireless, they like wired connections, and they are all playing hardware to decipher the background, the network has just entered the university from the Pentagon, and it has not yet been popularized in the people, and a group of bear children who are tired of selling free phones have shifted to the battlefield, and when the Internet begins to popularize in the United States, Hackers all over the United States began to stay up late and get busy, and they abandoned the American Telegraph and Telephone Company because they liked the new and hated the old, so that the latter finally breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise a bunch of bear children would have gone crazy.

When these bear children find that satellite connection is more fun, the era of network warfare will open, but it is not the common people understand to change the homepage and plant the national flag, or PING to IP to take Xiaorong Xiaojun and their ready-made streamer ice boy and other bombardment people to play, or it's okay to learn pigeons Wu to release pigeons, that's network hackers naughty tricks, network warfare is at least to be able to play to take over the satellite.

The East also has to study the mathematical logic traps of the West, the West has to study the mysterious words of the East, the physical receiving end of satellites in various countries is different, each campaign HQ unit, each submarine is not only different in voiceprint, and the physical receiving device of each aircraft carrier The military communication identification rules are different, if the address at the physical hardware level does not match, the same fake command can fool a sea wolf and can't fool the other one around him, and the physical hardware response rules corresponding to the communication encryption method are different. People who are not proficient in the underlying design of the hardware simply can't play this.

When the work was completed, Morris carefully decompiled, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted into a smile, a cheerful look appeared on his shy face, and the little guy with only ninety-nine lines looked very healthy. The first step he wants to do is to complete the fully automated market research and coupon inquiry robot that surveys the customer capacity in the United States.

Just as Morris was excitedly about to stand up and twist his ass, suddenly five words floated in the sky, uh, the computer screen was succumbing.

Morris didn't particularly care.,Thought it was the crash caused by his work.,There's no software in the BUG these years.,Software sellers are embarrassed to say hello.,Habitually pull out the 3.5-inch floppy disk from the floppy drive.,And then turn on the self-test.。

"Beep beep beep ......"

A shrill sound of a built-in horn sounded.

MORRIS WAS STUNNED FOR A MOMENT, AND BEFORE HE COULD REACT, THE SELF-TEST SOFTWARE HE WROTE BY HIMSELF AUTOMATICALLY TURNED OFF, AND THE SCREEN FLICKERED, AND A WORDSTAR DOCUMENT WAS AUTOMATICALLY CALLED UP, AND THE PAPER THAT HAD BEEN WRITTEN IN TWO WEEKS DISAPPEARED INSTANTLY......

“what_the_hell_is”

Morris, who leaned back sharply, opened his mouth wide and his eyes were about to pop out

“Mr.Morris……”

Something that broke Morris's faith happened, and with an expression of seeing God, he was stunned to see the blank document on the screen in front of him, and lines of writing were appearing......

“… Winter is coming... Night falls...

… Ancient Sword Spirit... Awaken from your long sleep... The sword in the stone beeps again...

… The sound of the rallying trumpet... It's been blown ... Wake up... The Immortal Knight Heroic Spirit hidden in the darkness of time...

… The dawn of the blue dome... With the light of God... The Horn Rises... What the robe is looking for...

… Listen to my call... Wake up from the blood of the Elder Knights..."

"Oh... Oh... Oooooooo ”

Morris opened into a pair of ping-pong eyes, staring at the screen without blinking, and a meaningless murmur came into his mouth.

“… When the church bells ring... The imprint of antiquity in the bloodline awakens... Listen to the sword in your heart... Call as you like... Raise the banner of your ancestors... Re-dyeing the family coat of arms..."

… My brothers... Affectionate promises... Life and death depend on each other... A roaring bonfire... Burning my body... Brother Yigo... Fulfill the oath now... Burning the Endless Winter... Living and dying together... The world is like this...

… My knights... Dedication... What a struggle for honor and disgrace... Sharp Spear... Cut my body... Heroic souls wander... Shine brightly... Shine on the eternal night... Now, finally... Immortal..."

“…… You're this... Son of a bitch, you... How did you get in? Are you joking with me, hallucination? yes, yes, yes? ”

Morris comforted himself in a trance, stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and babbled in his mouth, thinking that he was hallucinating after taking too many antidepressants.

“… According to the authorization, I Adrian. Miller, in my capacity as the Knight of the Banner of the Knights of the Dragons, is commanded to summon you to come to the Jefferson Clinton Hotel in Syracuse at 7 a.m. ......on October 8 for an egg roll at the Jefferson Clinton Hotel in Syracuse."

Morris, who came back from a trance, didn't know when he stood up, and the frail physique of a long-term night owl and the ADHD suppressed by antidepressants made his brain lack oxygen and his eyes darkened, and he turned his head up from an upside-down onion on the swivel chair.

"Boom... Coax! "Man fell on a chair.

Morris's head fell to the floor, and he didn't feel it at all when he hit it, he came back to his senses and rushed towards the socket on the main machine, and when he saw that there was no external line at all, his brain was suddenly blank, and he muttered: "This is not really ......"

"Woo... What exactly is the hair... Whining... What ...... gave birth to?"

Morriston, whose faith collapsed, cried out aggrievedly, but his pale face gradually became flushed, and the gods chattered and laughed while crying: "Woo... God called me... I don't believe it... Whining... The knight woos... Hallucination... I just don't believe it... Whining... Looking for my dad... Who am I whining... What are you looking for me... Who is looking for me... Woo woo... Who the hell am I..."

Morris seemed to fall into a kind of skating feeling, clutching a stinky sock close to his face, a pair of curling stones in his hand, a dizzy posture that I have in the world, thinking about who he really was, his eyes were hazy, and his expression was weird......

(Question 1: Who can guess how this is done?) Someone can prove it and then publish the answer, or let it be a conjecture. ）

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