Brand X.
Okay! Okay.
Good Morning
I'm Agent Peterson, And this is Agent Wallace
Yeah, He's new but uh, he's learning, so cut him a little slack for now.
Tell me your name!
... your real name, for the record. (clears throat)
Charles Drake.
What ... what do you want from me?
What do we want? What do we want !?
You the motherfucker who likes to steal shit from the government! Huh? Huh !?
Not yet. Be Patient
See what I mean?
What do you do for a living, Charles?
I teach math, at Berkley. (solemnly)
Nice cover, asshole.
ALGORITHM: noun. a set of rules to be followed in problem-solving operations, especially by a computer.
A month ago I was a god.
Most people have no idea what a hacker can do.
I make the world you live in...
...and I can re-shape that world if I feel like it.
When I look around, I don't see borders, walls, or locks.
I see puzzles...
...games that entertain me while I do bigger things.
Things like breaking into the phone company to re-write the code on their servers...
...and give myself free unlimited service.
Swapping out my pre-burned SIM cards everyday at 6pm is a small price to pay.
I don't care about privacy...
or social status, or accumulating stuff.
I don't care about the law, or who makes it.
I live by one rule: information should be free.
And everything can be simplified, encoded and understood as information.
We call this the information age for a reason.
Companies and governments don't get it, so they are powerless against me.
You think there are rules?
You treat computers like you do everything else...
...like it's an immutable fact of life and because of that...
...your worldview is antiquated.
Get ready for a serious paradigm shift.
The geeks have inherited the earth, the rest of you just don't know it yet.
For you consideration, exhibit A.
I just hacked every computer within 20 feet of me.
I own them now.
Thanks for coming.
I think, my wife, is cheating on me.
So ditch her.
California's a "no fault" state. She gets half regardless.
I want proof.
What for? Just call it "irreconcilable differences" and bail.
I want proof for myself.
I need to know.
What kind of proof?
You want video of her playing another guy's skin-flute?
'cause that's not what I do.
No, no, no, no, no. Look around.
If you find anything you send it to me.
Either way you still get paid.
That's the deal. You know my fee.
Why would I hack all these computers...
...including the laptop of a man who just gave me five grand?
I don't care what he does for a living.
And if your wife finds out?
She won't.
I understand the need for discretion, Mr.?
It's LU$er
I collect computers. Most of them don't lead anywhere interesting
so I just add the to my botnet,
a massive set of computers I use to do whatever I feel like doing at the time
mostly, to cover any trace of the big hacks that I do that might lead back to me
.
I can write the code I need to break into Dempsey's network.
But he lives in a very expensive neighborhood.
I can't just sit on his curb, outside his house, brute-forcing my way in.
I need another Can-of-Worm.
How soon do you need it?
Two days?
Are you coming?
Hackers come in two basic modes: coders and makers.
Bitchan is a maker.
She has a degree in electrical engineering .
In other words, she's a lightning god, controlling and manipulating electricity to do her will.
As a side job, she modifies gaming consoles...
...so they'll played copied discs or games from anywhere in the world.
It's not to break the law.
That isn't even a factor.
She does it for the same reason I do. It's about information.
And region encoding is just another puzzle blocking the way.
So, is this the gig Decimate hooked you up with?
Yeah. It's residential. He lives in St. Francis Wood.
So do the TV, the Wi-Fi, and anything else you can think of.
What about the firewall?
That too. They just upgraded to smart- meters.
If the worm doesn't get through in five hours
just reset the power to the house... force a reboot.
And when the can works?
How big?
It'll fit.
Can I spend the night?
When did you start asking?
I'm going to be here until morning.
We're not ADHD.
We just don't care that wind-speeds on Saturn can get up to 3,000 miles per hour.
I remember it because I collect information.
But it's worthless to me until I decide to build a probe to land on Saturn,
which doesn't even have a surface to land on anyway.