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For weeks, he had been badgering Stephen, known in hacker circles as the “Unix Terrorist,” to refine a crucial bit of code for him. The task at hand seemed impossible, given their chemical impairment, but Stephen was notorious among hackers for his ability to dash off intricate code that could blast through even the most secure computer networks.They were in the midst of pulling off the biggest cybercrime ever perpetrated: hacking into the databases of some 250 companies — including Barnes & Noble, Office Max, 7-Eleven, Boston Market, Sports Authority and DSW — and stealing 170 million credit-card numbers. Finally, after 10 minutes of following Stephen’s directions, Patrick hit the “return” button and declared the program functional.He had stumbled across a community that shared not just his computer obsession but also his caustic humor and profound alienation in a way his real-life peers didn’t get.
“Now that I’ve got you here, I need you to do it, or it’s never gonna happen,” Albert urged. Together, the three friends had just succeeded at putting some finishing touches on a vast criminal enterprise, one that U. Attorney General Michael Mukasey would call “the single largest and most complex identity-theft case ever charged in this country.” Only 25 years old, with little more than a high school education, Albert had created the perfect bubble, a hermetically sealed moral universe in which he made the rules and controlled all the variables — and the only code that mattered was the loyalty of his inner circle.He even set up computers for other families in his working-class neighborhood of Miami, where most of the residents, like Albert’s father, were first-generation immigrants from Cuba.But Albert’s fascination soon turned into a fixation.Patrick Toey, 22, Albert’s most loyal foot soldier, was lazing around the suite, staring at the Miami seascape through the two-story picture windows, letting his thoughts drift.“Listen, I need you to do this now,” Albert was saying in a firm voice as he set his laptop on the desk in the master bedroom upstairs. “But at least I can read.” The American Wikileaks Hacker Stephen pitched over onto the master bed, where, eyes closed, he groggily dictated code to Patrick, who laboriously typed it out, letter by letter.