Sculptor Gives a Hint For CIA's Kryptos
omega_cubed writes "The New York Times reports that Jim Sanborn, the sculptor who created the wavy metal pane called Kryptos that sits in front of the CIA in Langley, VA, has gotten tired of waiting for code-breakers to decode the last of the four messages. 'I assumed the code would be cracked in a fairly short time,' [Sanborn] said, adding that the intrusions on his life from people who think they have solved his fourth puzzle are more than he expected. So now, after 20 years, Mr. Sanborn is nudging the process along. He has provided The New York Times with the answers to six letters in the sculpture's final passage. The characters that are the 64th through 69th in the final series on the sculpture read NYPVTT. When deciphered, they read BERLIN."
All this time I thought it said "Be sure to drink your Ovaltine."
If you do, the[NO CARRIER]
"Ich bin ein Berliner"
N = B
Y = E
P = R
V = L
T = I
T = N (if it's preceded by another 'T'),
It shouldn't take too long to solve now.
I remember a night we walked along the Seine riding on the metro
General Relativity: Space-time tells matter where to go; Matter tells space-time what shape to be.
It was part of their plan to decode it. They know that social engineering is often a much more effective way of getting at encrypted data than an attack on the algorithm; by pestering the author with a bunch of claptrap, they've already gotten him to reveal part of the plaintext.
Next phase: Stand outside of his apartment with a stereo held overhead Say Anything-style, blasting Achy Breaky Heart. The remainder of the message will fall in days.
rage, rage against the dying of the light
Ironically, this is actually the message encoded in Kryptos.
No, that's clearly not right, see:
I just fucked a girl in her pussy! more than you loser-ass fuckBERLINckbeards will ever do.
get some sunlight you stupid fuckers!! hahahaha
Go back to cryptanalysis school, n00b.
That's not the least bit helpful. Everyone knew those letters were Berlin. If only he had told us whether it is Irving, East, or New Hampshire.
Well, I did the only sensible thing and entered it into WolframAlpha for analysis. So, at this point, I have determined that "fucking" is a very colloquial, informal intensifier with a Scrabble score of 17 that corresponds to the telephone keypad digits, 382-5464. I give up.
To be fair, the sculptor made it too easy to find himself when he listed his address in the phone book as "94o8sror3q9nso23n4430q0898s78q00".
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After working nonstop since the hint was published, I was able to decode the entire fourth message.
Unfortunately, it's written in all caps and has no spaces, so the Slashdot filters will not allow me to post it.