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        quite a few held the anti-capitalist view that software should be free,
        like air.”
            “If you say so.”
            “At the same time, the fad of putting viruses in software was in full
        swing.  This  often  involved  the  placement  of  a  ‘time  bomb’  in  a
        program  passed  on  to  countless  other  users  through  a  telephone-
        linked  network  of  PC’s.  When  a  certain  date  was  reached,  the
        previously  harmless  little  piece  of  software,  like  the  Trojan  horse,
        would unleash a destructive series of instructions, wreaking havoc in
        the unlucky user’s disk drive. The usual perpetrator derived nothing
        but infantile satisfaction from this prank; Quentin, however, saw it
        from a different angle.”
            We turned west on Avenue 29. It was a district of student housing,
        tacky apartment buildings rented mainly to attendees of the nearby
        state university.
            “Early  in  1987  he  wrote  a  clever  little  game  program  called
        ‘Quintessence’ and made it available to the public through a bulletin
        board  used  by  computer  enthusiasts.  The  program  displayed  a
        screenful of seemingly random characters and challenged the human
        player to find as many hidden words as possible in a short period of
        time.  It  was  quite  a  hit,  and  soon  several  thousand  copies  of
        ‘Quintessence’ were spread around the country. Then on May 5 the
        time bomb went off.”
            “On  that  day,  when  the  unsuspecting  player  completed  the  first
        round  of  pointing  to  strings  of  letters  forming  words,  the  screen
        suddenly froze, and one by one letters starting dropping out of the
        matrix. What was left explained that the program was not free, that
        the  user  owed  fifty  dollars  to  ‘Quintessence,  Inc.’  Further,  the
        program  seized  the  phone  line  and  dialed  Quentin’s  computer,
        providing him with the user’s telephone number. This fact was also
        displayed, together with a vague threat of legal action if the fee were
        not paid within five working days.”
            “Did he really think he could get away with that?”
            “Remember,  Duncan:  these  kids  grew  up  with  a  very  tenuous
        grasp  of  real-world  possibilities  and  penalties.  Then  they  landed  in
        jail,  only  to  come  out  penniless  and  rejected  by  their  only  living
        relative. In those days computer fraud could get the FBI on your trail,
        and  they  would  confiscate  everything  in  your  home  with  a  wire

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