TOTAL CONTROL By: David Baldacci

Fisher swiveled around in his chair and looked at the puzzled attorney.

“All electrical current produces a magnetic field, thus computers emit

magnetic fields, relatively strong ones. These transmissions can be

easily captured and recorded. On top of it, computers also give off

digital impulses. This CRT”–Fisher pointed at his computer

monitor–“throws off clear video images if you have the right receiving

equipment, which is widely available. I could drive through downtown

D.C. with a directional antenna, a black-and-white TV and a few bucks’

worth of electronic parts and steal the information off every computer

network in every law firm, accounting firm and government facility in

the city. Easy.”

Sidney was incredulous. “You’re saying if it’s on someone else’s screen

you can see it? How is that possible?”

“Simple. The shapes and lines on a computer screen are composed of

millions of tiny dots called picture elements–or pixels, for short.

When you type in a command, electrons are fired at the appropriate spot

on the screen to light appropriate pixels–like painting a picture.

The computer screen must be continually refreshed with electrons to keep

the pixels lit. Whether you’re playing a computer game or doing word

processing or whatever, that’s how you can see things on your screen.

You with me so far?” Sidney nodded.

“Okay, each time electrons are shot at the screen, they give off a

high-voltage pulse of electromagnetic emission. A TV monitor can

receive these pulses pixel by pixel. However, since an ordinary TV

monitor can’t adequately organize these pixels to reconstruct what’s on

your screen, an artificial synchronization signal is used so the picture

can be exactly reproduced.”

Fisher paused to look at his computer again and then continued.

“Printer? Fax? Same thing. Cellular phones? Give me one minute with

a scanner and I can have your internal electronics serial number, or

ESN, your cell phone number, your station class data and the phone’s

maker. I program that data into another cell phone with some

reconfigured chips, and I start selling long-distance service and charge

it to you. Any information that flows through a computer, either

through the phone lines or through the air, is fair game.

And what doesn’t these days? Absolutely nothing is safe.

“You know what my theory is? Pretty soon we’ll stop using computers

because of all the security problems. Go back to typewriters and ‘snail

mail.””

Sidney looked puzzled.

“Snail mail is a techie’s derogatory term for the U.S. mail. They may

get the last laugh, though. Mark my words. That day is coming.”

A sudden thought entered Sidney’s head. “Jeff, what about regular

phones? How could it be that I call a number, say my firm number, and

someone answers who I know for a fact cannot be at my firm?”

“Somebody hacked into the switch,” Fisher said immediately.

“The switch?” Sidney looked completely bewildered.

“It’s the electronics network over which all communications from pay

phones to cellular phones travel across the United States. If you hack

into it, you can communicate with impunity.” Fisher turned back to his

computer. “However, with all that said, I’ve got a really good security

system on my computer, Sid.”

“Is it completely foolproof? No one could break it?”

Jeff laughed. “I don’t know anyone in their right mind who could make

that claim, Sidney.”

Sidney looked at the disk, wishing she could just tear pages out of it

and read them. ‘Tm sorry if I sound paranoid.”

“No sweat. No offense, but most lawyers I know are borderline paranoid.

They must have a class in law school on it or something.

But we can at least do this.” He unplugged the phone line from his CPU.

“Now we’re officially off-line. I have a first-rate virus sweeper on

this system, in case anything got on previously. I just ran a check, so

I think we’re safe.”

He motioned Sidney to sit down. She slid a chair around and they both

studied the screen. Fisher hit a series of keys and a directory of the

files on the disk appeared. He looked over at Sidney. “About a dozen

files–from the number of bytes listed I’d say about four hundred or so

pages if it’s standard text. But if there are a lot of graphics there’s

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