Underground: Tales of Hacking, Madness and Obsession from the Electronic Frontier (33 page)

As they moved into another room at the end of the raid, Electron bent down to pick up one of his posters which had fallen onto the floor. It was a Police Drug Identification Chart--a gift from a friend’s father--and there, smack dab in the middle, was a genuine AFP

footprint. Now it was a collector’s item. Electron smiled to himself and carefully tucked the poster away.

When he went out to the living room, he saw a policemen holding a couple of shovels and he wanted to laugh again. Electron had also once told Phoenix that all his sensitive hacking disks were buried in the backyard. Now the police were going to dig it up in search of something which had been destroyed a few days before. It was too funny.

The police found little evidence of Electron’s hacking at his house, but that didn’t really matter. They already had almost everything they needed.

Later that morning, the police put the 20-year-old Electron into an unmarked car and drove him to the AFP’s imposing-looking headquarters at 383 Latrobe Street for questioning.

In the afternoon, when Electron had a break from the endless questions, he walked out to the hallway. The boyish-faced Phoenix, aged eighteen, and fellow Realm member Nom, 21, were walking with police at the other end of the hall. They were too far apart to talk, but Electron smiled. Nom looked worried. Phoenix looked annoyed.

Electron was too intimidated to insist on having a lawyer. What was the point in asking for one anyway? It was clear the police had information they could only have obtained from tapping his phone. They also showed him logs taken from Melbourne University, which had been traced back to his phone. Electron figured the game was up, so he might as well tell them the whole story--or at least as much of it as he had told Phoenix on the phone.

Two officers conducted the interview. The lead interviewer was Detective Constable Glenn Proebstl, which seemed to be pronounced

‘probe stool’--an unfortunate name, Electron thought. Proebstl was accompanied by Constable Natasha Elliott, who occasionally added a few questions at the end of various interview topics but otherwise kept to herself. Although he had decided to answer their questions truthfully, Electron thought that neither of them knew much about computers and found himself struggling to understand what they were trying to ask.

Electron had to begin with the basics. He explained what the FINGER

command was--how you could type ‘finger’ followed by a username, and then the computer would provide basic information about the user’s name and other details.

‘So, what is the methodology behind it ... finger ... then, it’s normally ... what is the normal command after that to try and get the password out?’ Constable Elliott finally completed her convoluted attempt at a question.

The only problem was that Electron had no idea what she was talking about.

‘Well, um, I mean there is none. I mean you don’t use finger like that

...’

‘Right. OK,’ Constable Elliott got down to business. ‘Well, have you ever used that system before?’

‘Uhm, which system?’ Electron had been explaining commands for so long he had forgotten if they were still talking about how he hacked the Lawrence Livermore computer or some other site.

‘The finger ... The finger system?’

Huh? Electron wasn’t quite sure how to answer that question. There was no such thing. Finger was a command, not a computer.

‘Uh, yes,’ he said.

The interview went the same way, jolting awkwardly through computer technology which he understood far better than either officer.

Finally, at the end of a long day, Detective Constable Proebstl asked Electron:

‘In your own words, tell me what fascination you find with accessing computers overseas?’

‘Well, basically, it’s not for any kind of personal gain or anything,’

Electron said slowly. It was a surprisingly difficult question to answer. Not because he didn’t know the answer, but because it was a difficult answer to describe to someone who had never hacked a computer. ‘It’s just the kick of getting in to a system. I mean, once you are in, you very often get bored and even though you can still access the system, you may never call back.

‘Because once you’ve gotten in, it’s a challenge over and you don’t really care much about it,’ Electron continued, struggling. ‘It’s a hot challenge thing, trying to do things that other people are also trying to do but can’t.

‘So, I mean, I guess it is a sort of ego thing. It’s knowing that you can do stuff that other people cannot, and well, it is the challenge and the ego boost you get from doing something well ...

where other people try and fail.’

A few more questions and the day-long interview finally finished. The police then took Electron to the Fitzroy police station. He guessed it was the nearest location with a JP they could find willing to process a bail application at that hour.

In front of the ugly brick building, Electron noticed a small group of people gathered on the footpath in the dusky light. As the police car pulled up, the group swung into a frenzy of activity, fidgeting in over-the-shoulder briefcases, pulling out notebooks and pens, scooping up big microphones with fuzzy shag covers, turning on TV camera lights.

Oh NO! Electron wasn’t prepared for this at all.

Flanked by police, Electron stepped out of the police car and blinked in the glare of photographers’ camera flashes and TV camera searchlights. The hacker tried to ignore them, walking as briskly as his captors would allow. Sound recordists and reporters tagged beside him, keeping pace, while the TV cameramen and photographers weaved in front of him. Finally he escaped into the safety of the watchhouse.

First there was paperwork, followed by the visit to the JP. While shuffling through his papers, the JP gave Electron a big speech about how defendants often claimed to have been beaten by the police.

Sitting in the dingy meeting room, Electron felt somewhat confused by the purpose of this tangential commentary. However, the JP’s next question cleared things up: ‘Have you had any problems with your treatment by the police which you would like to record at this time?’

Electron thought about the brutal kick he had suffered while lying on his bedroom floor, then he looked up and found Detective Constable Proebstl staring him in the eye. A slight smile passed across the detective’s face.

‘No,’ Electron answered.

The JP proceeded to launch into another speech which Electron found even stranger. There was another defendant in the lock-up at the moment, a dangerous criminal who had a disease the JP knew about, and the JP could decide to lock Electron up with that criminal instead of granting him bail.

Was this meant to be helpful warning, or just the gratification of some kind of sadistic tendency? Electron was baffled but he didn’t have to consider the situation for long. The JP granted bail.

Electron’s father came to the watchhouse, collected his son and signed the papers for a $1000 surety--to be paid if Electron skipped town.

That night Electron watched as his name appeared on the late night news.

At home over the next few weeks, Electron struggled to come to terms with the fact that he would have to give up hacking forever. He still had his modem, but no computer. Even if he had a machine, he realised it was far too dangerous to even contemplate hacking again.

So he took up drugs instead.

[ ]

Electron’s father waited until the very last days of his illness, in March 1991, before he went into hospital. He knew that once he went in, he would not be coming out again.

There was so much to do before that trip, so many things to organise.

The house, the life insurance paperwork, the will, the funeral, the instructions for the family friend who promised to watch over both children when he was gone. And, of course, the children themselves.

He looked at his two children and worried. Despite their ages of 21

and 19, they were in many ways still very sheltered. He realised that Electron’s anti-establishment attitude and his sister’s emotional remoteness would remain unresolved difficulties at the time of his death. As the cancer progressed, Electron’s father tried to tell both children how much he cared for them. He might have been somewhat emotionally remote himself in the past, but with so little time left, he wanted to set the record straight.

On the issue of Electron’s problems with the police, however, Electron’s father maintained a hands-off approach. Electron had only talked to his father about his hacking exploits occasionally, usually when he had achieved what he considered to be a very noteworthy hack.

His father’s view was always the same. Hacking is illegal, he told his son, and the police will probably eventually catch you. Then you will have to deal with the problem yourself. He didn’t lecture his son, or forbid Electron from hacking. On this issue he considered his son old enough to make his own choices and live with the consequences.

True to his word, Electron’s father had shown little sympathy for his son’s legal predicament after the police raid. He remained neutral on the subject, saying only, ‘I told you something like this would happen and now it is your responsibility’.

Electron’s hacking case progressed slowly over the year, as did his university accounting studies. In March 1991, he faced committal proceedings and had to decide whether to fight his committal.

He faced fifteen charges, most of which were for obtaining unauthorised access to computers in the US and Australia. A few were aggravated offences, for obtaining access to data of a commercial nature. On one count each, the DPP (the Office of the Commonwealth Director of Public Prosecutions) said he altered and erased data.

Those two counts were the result of his inserting backdoors for himself, not because he did damage to any files. The evidence was reasonably strong: telephone intercepts and datataps on Phoenix’s phone which showed him talking to Electron about hacking; logs of Electron’s own sessions in Melbourne University’s systems which were traced back to his home phone; and Electron’s own confession to the police.

This was the first major computer hacking case in Australia under the new legislation. It was a test case--the test case for computer hacking in Australia--and the DPP was going in hard. The case had generated seventeen volumes of evidence, totalling some 25000 pages, and Crown prosecutor Lisa West planned to call up to twenty expert witnesses from Australia, Europe and the US.

Those witnesses had some tales to tell about the Australian hackers, who had caused havoc in systems around the world. Phoenix had accidentally deleted a Texas-based company’s inventory of assets--the only copy in existence according to Execucom Systems Corporation. The hackers had also baffled security personnel at the US Naval Research Labs. They had bragged to the New York Times. And they forced NASA to cut off its computer network for 24 hours.

AFP Detective Sergeant Ken Day had flown halfway around the world to obtain a witness statement from none other than NASA Langley computer manager Sharon Beskenis--the admin Phoenix had accidentally kicked off her own system when he was trying to get Deszip. Beskenis had been more than happy to oblige and on 24 July 1990 she signed a statement in Virginia, witnessed by Day. Her statement said that, as a result of the hackers’ intrusion, ‘the entire NASA computer system was disconnected from any external communications with the rest of the world’ for about 24 hours on 22 February 1990.

In short, Electron thought, there didn’t seem to be much chance of winning at the committal hearing. Nom seemed to feel the same way. He faced two counts, both ‘knowingly concerned’ with Phoenix obtaining unauthorised access. One was for NASA Langley, the other for CSIRO--the Zardoz file. Nom didn’t fight his committal either, although Legal Aid’s refusal

to fund a lawyer for the procedure no doubt weighed in his decision.

On 6 March 1991, Magistrate Robert Langton committed Electron and Nom to stand trial in the Victorian County Court.

Phoenix, however, didn’t agree with his fellow hackers’ point of view.

With financial help from his family, he had decided to fight his committal. He wasn’t going to hand this case to the prosecution on a silver platter, and they would have to fight him every step of the way, dragging him forward from proceeding to proceeding. His barrister, Felicity Hampel, argued the court should throw out 47 of the 48 charges against her client on jurisdictional grounds. All but one charge--breaking into the CSIRO machine in order to steal Zardoz--related to hacking activities outside Australia. How could an Australian court claim jurisdiction over a hacked computer in Texas?

Privately, Phoenix worried more about being extradited to the US than dealing with the Australian courts, but publicly he was going into the committal with all guns blazing. It was a test case in many ways; not only the first major hacking case in Australia but also the first time a hacker had fought Australian committal proceedings for computer crimes.

The prosecution agreed to drop one of the 48 counts, noting it was a duplicate charge, but the backdown was a pyrrhic victory for Phoenix.

After a two-day committal hearing, Magistrate John Wilkinson decided Hampel’s jurisdictional argument didn’t hold water and on 14 August 1991 he committed Phoenix to stand trial in the County Court.

By the day of Electron’s committal, in March, Electron’s father had begun his final decline. The bowel cancer created a roller-coaster of good and bad days, but soon there were only bad days, and they were getting worse. On the last day of March, the doctors told him that it was finally time to make the trip to hospital. He stubbornly refused to go, fighting their advice, questioning their authority. They quietly urged him again. He protested. Finally, they insisted.

Electron and his sister stayed with their father for hours that day, and the following one. Their father had other visitors to keep his spirits up, including his brother who fervently beseeched him to accept Jesus Christ as his personal saviour before he died. That way, he wouldn’t burn in hell. Electron looked at his uncle, disbelieving.