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.Thatway she would never suffer disappointment.Par and Theorem picked up her bags and got into Brian's car.Brian, a friend who offered toplay airport taxi because Par didn't have a car, thought Theorem was pretty cool.A six-foot-tallFrench-speaking Swiss woman.It was definitely cool.They drove back to Par's house.ThenBrian came in for a chat.Brian asked Theorem all sorts of questions.He was really curious, because he had never metanyone from Europe before.Par kept trying to encourage his friend to leave but Brian wantedto know all about life in Switzerland.What was the weather like? Did people ski all the time?Par kept looking Brian in the eye and then staring hard at the door.Did most Swiss speak English? What other languages did she know? A lot of people skied inCalifornia.It was so cool talking to someone from halfway around the world.Par did the silent chin-nudge toward the door and, at last, Brian got the hint.Par ushered hisfriend out of the house.Brian was only there for about ten minutes, but it felt like a year.WhenPar and Theorem were alone, they talked a bit, then Par suggested they go for a walk. Halfway down the block, Par tentatively reached for her hand and took it in his own.Sheseemed to like it.Her hand was warm.They talked a bit more, then Par stopped.He turned toface her.He paused, and then told her something he had told her before over the telephone,something they both knew already.Theorem kissed him.It startled Par.He was completely unprepared.Then Theorem said thesame words back to him.When they returned to the house, things progressed from there.They spent two and a halfweeks in each other's arms--and they were glorious, sun-drenched weeks.The relationshipproved to be far, far better in person than it had ever been on-line or on the telephone.Theorem had captivated Par, and Par, in turn, created a state of bliss in Theorem.Par showed her around his little world in northern California.They visited a few tourist sites,but mostly they just spent a lot of time at home.They talked, day and night, about everything.Then it was time for Theorem to leave, to return to her job and her life in Switzerland.Herdeparture was hard--driving to the airport, seeing her board the plane--it was heart-wrenching.Theorem looked very upset.Par just managed to hold it together until the plane took off.For two and a half weeks, Theorem had blotted out Par's approaching court case.As she flewaway, the dark reality of the case descended on him.The fish liked to watch.Par sat at the borrowed computer all night in the dark, with only the dull glow of his monitorlighting the room, and the fish would all swim over to the side of their tank and peer out athim.When things were quiet on-line, Par's attention wandered to the eel and the lion fish.Maybe they were attracted to the phosphorescence of the computer screen.Whatever thereason, they certainly liked to hover there.It was eerie.Par took a few more drags of his joint, watched the fish some more, drank his Coke and thenturned his attention back to his computer.That night, Par saw something he shouldn't have.Not the usual hacker stuff.Not the insideof a university.Not even the inside of an international bank containing private financialinformation about Middle Eastern sheiks.What he saw was information about some sort of killer spy satellite--those are the words Parused to describe it to other hackers.He said the satellite was capable of shooting down othersatellites caught spying, and he saw it inside a machine connected to TRW's Space and Defensedivision network.He stumbled upon it much the same way Force had accidentally found theCitiSaudi machine--through scanning.Par didn't say much else about it because the discoveryscared the hell out of him.Suddenly, he felt like the man who knew too much.He'd been in and out of so many militarysystems, seen so much sensitive material, that he had become a little blasé about the wholething [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.Thatway she would never suffer disappointment.Par and Theorem picked up her bags and got into Brian's car.Brian, a friend who offered toplay airport taxi because Par didn't have a car, thought Theorem was pretty cool.A six-foot-tallFrench-speaking Swiss woman.It was definitely cool.They drove back to Par's house.ThenBrian came in for a chat.Brian asked Theorem all sorts of questions.He was really curious, because he had never metanyone from Europe before.Par kept trying to encourage his friend to leave but Brian wantedto know all about life in Switzerland.What was the weather like? Did people ski all the time?Par kept looking Brian in the eye and then staring hard at the door.Did most Swiss speak English? What other languages did she know? A lot of people skied inCalifornia.It was so cool talking to someone from halfway around the world.Par did the silent chin-nudge toward the door and, at last, Brian got the hint.Par ushered hisfriend out of the house.Brian was only there for about ten minutes, but it felt like a year.WhenPar and Theorem were alone, they talked a bit, then Par suggested they go for a walk. Halfway down the block, Par tentatively reached for her hand and took it in his own.Sheseemed to like it.Her hand was warm.They talked a bit more, then Par stopped.He turned toface her.He paused, and then told her something he had told her before over the telephone,something they both knew already.Theorem kissed him.It startled Par.He was completely unprepared.Then Theorem said thesame words back to him.When they returned to the house, things progressed from there.They spent two and a halfweeks in each other's arms--and they were glorious, sun-drenched weeks.The relationshipproved to be far, far better in person than it had ever been on-line or on the telephone.Theorem had captivated Par, and Par, in turn, created a state of bliss in Theorem.Par showed her around his little world in northern California.They visited a few tourist sites,but mostly they just spent a lot of time at home.They talked, day and night, about everything.Then it was time for Theorem to leave, to return to her job and her life in Switzerland.Herdeparture was hard--driving to the airport, seeing her board the plane--it was heart-wrenching.Theorem looked very upset.Par just managed to hold it together until the plane took off.For two and a half weeks, Theorem had blotted out Par's approaching court case.As she flewaway, the dark reality of the case descended on him.The fish liked to watch.Par sat at the borrowed computer all night in the dark, with only the dull glow of his monitorlighting the room, and the fish would all swim over to the side of their tank and peer out athim.When things were quiet on-line, Par's attention wandered to the eel and the lion fish.Maybe they were attracted to the phosphorescence of the computer screen.Whatever thereason, they certainly liked to hover there.It was eerie.Par took a few more drags of his joint, watched the fish some more, drank his Coke and thenturned his attention back to his computer.That night, Par saw something he shouldn't have.Not the usual hacker stuff.Not the insideof a university.Not even the inside of an international bank containing private financialinformation about Middle Eastern sheiks.What he saw was information about some sort of killer spy satellite--those are the words Parused to describe it to other hackers.He said the satellite was capable of shooting down othersatellites caught spying, and he saw it inside a machine connected to TRW's Space and Defensedivision network.He stumbled upon it much the same way Force had accidentally found theCitiSaudi machine--through scanning.Par didn't say much else about it because the discoveryscared the hell out of him.Suddenly, he felt like the man who knew too much.He'd been in and out of so many militarysystems, seen so much sensitive material, that he had become a little blasé about the wholething [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]