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Goldman Sachs Trading Source Code In the Wild?
Hangtime writes "The world's most valuable source code could be in the wild. According to a report by Reuters, a Russian immigrant and former Goldman Sachs developer named Sergey Aleynikov was picked up at Newark Airport on July 4th by the FBI on charges of industrial espionage. According to the complaint, Sergey, prior to his early June exit from Goldman, copied, encrypted and uploaded source code inferred to be the code used by Goldman Sachs to process in real-time (micro-seconds) trades between multiple equity and commodity platforms. While trying to cover his tracks, the system backed up a series of bash commands so he was unable to erase his history, which would later give him away to Goldman and the authorities. So the question is: where are the 32MB of encrypted files that Sergey uploaded to a German server?
I'm trying to figure out the value in it at all, by itself or to another trading platform...
Eric felt his scrotum contract in its latest desperate attempt to keep his testicles warm. This hospital, wherever it was, was damned drafty.
It didn't help that the nurses on his floor, who had been treating Eric like a complete bitch, liked to keep the air conditioning cranked up. Or was it just his room? He noticed they pulled their cardigans and sweaters around them only when they came to see him.
"Nurse! Nurse!" Eric shouted. "Excuse me, nurse?!"
Eric heard a chair creak, followed by footsteps coming down the hall. They were quick around here, one of the only good things Eric had yet noticed. Perhaps it was because of his celebrity status.
"Yes?" the nurse said, crossing her goose-pimpled arms.
"Nurse, it's damn cold in here," Eric said. "And I think my pain medication is wearing off. Can I have some more pills?"
Her beady eyes, set atop wrinkled, puffy cheeks, lasered him in his bed. This was the sixth time Eric had shouted for her since her shift began. She didn't know him well but she was definitely starting to hate him.
"Oh! And my urinal needs emptied!" Eric added.
The nurse pursed her lips and folded her arms without breaking eye contact, "get fucked" in body language.
Eric smiled a crooked, leering grin at her and winked in a bid to charm her into emptying his piss. The nurse wondered if he was about to have another seizure.
She picked up Eric's chart, flipped through it, and replaced it.
"Mr. Raymond," the nurse said, "you're not due for more pain medication for two more hours."
Eric's mustache, orange and drooping, twitched.
"Do you need your bandages looked at?"
Eric shifted in his bed, stiff and uncomfortable. He slowly, awkwardly, stretched his hospital gown down over his knees.
"Nooo, no, no I don't," Eric said. "My bandages are just fine."
"Fine then," the nurse said. "I'll get your urinal. Do you need anything else?"
Eric watched as the nurse lifted his urinal carefully off of his lunch tray. It was completely full1,000 cubic centimeters, one full quart of piss and mounding at the top.
The nurse stifled a gag as she slowly made her way into the restroom.
"This damn IV has me swimming!" Eric called after her with a quick laugh.
He heard her pouring his urine into the toilet and felt the urge to go again. It had been dark brown, viscous, and smelled to high heaven like sick wet bad meat. He really hoped whatever they had him on was working.
She returned from the restroom and replaced Eric's urinal.
"I'll be back when it's time for your medication," she said. "Dinner is in an hour."
With that she left until, she knew too well, the next time Eric grew bored or irritated.
Feeling as anxious as ever, Eric reached for billywig, his blueberry iBook, which had finally charged. He hit the start button and watched Yellow Dog Linux slowly crawl off of the hard drive into RAM.
Thank god this hospital had wifi. Thank god he had an Airport card in his iBook.
http://www.google.com/search?q=brown+piss
"Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown
"Hmm Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown+std
"Nope."
http://www.google.com/search?q=my+piss+is+brown+and+smells+like+rotting+meat+std
Eric was having no luck. The more he optimized his Google searches, he noted with alarm, the less relevant his search hits became.
The laws of the U.S. government should not allow a trading market designed in such a way that proprietary source code gives an advantage.