T.C. Pip, a small California ISP operator, didn't think twice about
posting DeCSS to one of his web sites. Now he was standing, shaky and
pale, before a judge. His lawyer was nowhere to be found.
Judge Buford I. Motion, Chief Judge for the Half Moon Junction ("We put
the Southern in Southern California") Superior Court, had news. "Mr. Pip,
your lawyer is real bad lost and won't be here for at least an hour. We
can't wait that long, so we gonna proceed right now."
Pip swallowed hard.
Jerry Whiplash, attorney for the DVD Copy Control Association, allowed
himself to smile. After all, he was a partner with the prestigious New
York firm of Bile, GotGall and Mange. Resplendent in fine wool pinstripes,
silk club tie and gold-rimmed glasses, he sneered at Pip's clip-on tie
and Dockers.
Judge Motion turned to the lawyer. "Mr. Whiplash, I'll bet you're a Harvard
boy."
"Why, yes, your Honor. How did you know?"
The judge smiled knowingly. "Piece o' cake, son. When a fella comes to
my court wearing such a fine suit but filing such a shabby one, I figure
he's a Harvard boy."
Whiplash's smile disappears beneath a lawyer's poker face. Pip's color
improves.
"How dare you bring this load of horse manure before my court, son? You
think I'm some kind of damned fool?"
Whiplash is shaken, but doesn't flinch. "No, your honor, not at all."
"Then explain paragraph one to me. You say Mr. Pip here is continually
misappropriating your trade secrets."
"That's right, your honor."
The judge's face turned crimson and tight." Son, this is not a patent
infringement case. How do you 'continually' misappropriate a trade
secret. Once the cat's out of the bag, it's gone."
"Your honor, a group of Norwegian hackers illegally reverse-engineered
a DVD player software..."
The judge's eyes narrowed as they focused on Whiplash.
"Stop right there, son. Did Mr. Pip reverse-engineer this software"
"No, Your Honor. He posted a program called DeCSS that allows you to
copy DVD content in a way that doesn't need the encryption keys."
"So, he's not the one who misappropriated the secrets?", the judge asked.
"In California, your honor, it is illegal to pass on or profit from a
trade secret that you know was improperly obtained."
"Well son, I know that patents and copyrights are published for all the
world to see. Were these trade secrets published anywhere?"
"They weren't, your honor. They're secrets. We sent Mr. Pip a letter
clearly explaining that his actions were illegal," came Whiplash's reply.
"Ah. You sent him a letter and now you're upset that he didn't take your
word for it. Tell me, Mr. Whiplash, are you as stupid as your case or
are you just a Jackass? From your pleadings, I'd say both."
Whiplash fumed bright red. "Your honor, I must object to this treatment.
It is highly irregular and unprofessional."
Motion's gaze froze Whiplash in his tracks. "You know what it's called
when someone in my courtroom doesn't show this court the appropriate respect,"
he asked.
"Contempt, your honor."
"That's right. Very good. Now, son, do you know what it's called when
I don't show you the respect you think you deserve?"
"Reviewable?"
Judge Motion laughed out loud. " No. It's called I'm the judge and this
is my courtroom. You got that, son?"
The judge continued, " It looks to me like you're trying to create a
whole new class of action based on infringing a trade secret, but I don't
see no limits to your secrets. I don't see any publication and I sure
don't see any authority for granting some damned manufacturer's association
this kind of power. The Constitution reserved that power to the Federal
Government and they said 'No, thank you'. To my knowledge, it has
always been the responsibility of secret holders to protect their own
secrets. The use of public enforcement power is typically reserved for
the wrongful appropriation itself."
"But your honor, California law..." Whiplash is cut off mid-sentence
by Motion's impatient voice.
"And that's another thing," his honor continues, " you name defendants
in Australia, Denmark, France, Germany, England and all over. Now, would
you kindly explain to me how some fella in Australia is supposed to come
under California law? "
"By putting it on the Internet, your honor, they brought it into California."
"You ever hear of radio, son?"
"Of course, your honor."
"Do you think that the FCC goes after radio stations overseas if they
violate U.S. law?"
"Why no, sir, but the Internet reaches right into California," Whiplash
replies.
"Like radio. That ol' boy in Australia doesn't connect to California
and Californians don't dial into his site to view it. When an ISP connects
to the Internet, they are using it as a broadcast medium. They don't give
a damn about California law and California can't make them. That takes
an international treaty, and that takes Federal Executive action with
U.S. Senate ratification. I know they teach constitutional law at Harvard.
You should know this stuff."
"Yes, your honor."
"Let's go on, Mr. Whiplash. Does Australian law forbid someone from publishing
trade secrets, regardless of the source?"
"I don't know, your honor."
"How about French law, Danish law?"
"I don't know, your honor."
"Louisiana? You up on the Code of Napoleon, son?"
"But, your honor," Whiplash protests, "this case is about California
law."
"Really? Well, does Norwegian law allow a software license to forbid
reverse engineering?"
"I don't know, your Honor."
"What if the reverse engineering was done by a minor or somebody else
incompetent to make a contract?"
Whiplash hemmed and hawed. "We don't know the age of the hackers, your
honor." You could almost hear him go "Oops."
"So, the fancy New York lawyer doesn't know if the so-called trade secrets
were obtained illegally. However, the ISP operator should know because
the lawyer, who doesn't know, sent him a letter." The judge was on a roll.
"That's not exactly...." Whiplash couldn't finish his sentence.
"Never interrupt the judge, son. Now, if these folks around the world
didn't break any local laws, they would have been acting legally and Mr.
Pip could have gotten the program from one of them legally. But, between
you and me, Mr. Whiplash, that don't matter anyhow."
"It don't, er, doesn't, " came the weak reply.
"No, it doesn't. These so-called secrets of yours are published on the
freakin' Internet, man. They ain't secrets no more!"
"But, your Honor."
"I'm not finished, Son. Now, Mr. Pip operates in California, which I
believe to be part of the United States. Like or not, his right to free
speech is protected by the first amendment of the Constitution. Now, Harvard
may not cover the second and tenth amendments, but I'm real sure they
teach the first amendment."
"Yes, your honor."
"So, Mr. Pip is supposed to surrender his Constitutional rights because
some New York lawyer who doesn't know what he's talking about writes him
a letter."
"Not exactly, your honor," Whiplash interjects. "He could check with
his own counsel."
"I hope his lawyer knows more than you do. I'm sorry, son, but your position
creates a bigger chilling effect than the Sub-Zero in my kitchen. The
Constitution won't tolerate that, and I won't grant your motion."
Pip relaxed. Whiplash did not. "But, your honor...."
"Hold on, Mr. Whiplash, I'm not finished. I understand that anybody with
a commercial stamper can copy DVDs by the bushel. Is that right?"
"Yes, your honor. The copy protection is intended to stop casual copying,"
Whiplash replied.
"It seems to me that it's also designed to keep people from playing DVDs
they bought and paid for. Didn't this whole thing come about because people
whose computers used Linux or BeOS wanted to play their legally purchased
DVDs?"
"I don't think that's the case at all, your honor."
"Well, Mr. Whiplash, I'll tell you something I know. Your so-called copy
protection won't stop pirates, but it does hurt consumers, and not just
people who use Linux. My daughter spent last year in France. She bought
a DVD player and a nice collection of DVDs. Her DVD player was lost in
her move back home. You wanna know what happened when we bought her a
new one? She couldn't play a single one of those DVDs that she had bought
and paid for because they were all region coded."
"It occurs to me, Mr. Whiplash, that your client is being short-sighted.
Movie studios are making a fortune on unprotected videotapes. The music
industry is selling unprotected CDs by the ton. Digital AudioTape, which
has the industry's grubby little prints all over it, isn't making money
for anyone. If you make something easy to buy and use, people will buy
it and use it. Y'all are free to go."
As Pip and Whiplash prepared to leave, the Judge motioned the bailiff
over to the bench.
"Remember askin' me why my bio doesn't mention my scholarship to Yale
or how big my practice was before I retired," he whispers. "It would just
ruin all my fun if they knew. Now, let's see what's up next. Hmmm. Amazon.com
is suing somebody for patent infringement. This'll be fun."
As is usually the case in any accident, a number of things combined to cause this one at Chernobyl. Unlike power
reactors operating in the U.S. and other nations, the Chernobyl RBMK reactor (which is a graphite rather than a
light water system) has a built-in instability that occurs at low power, which is how the reactor was operating at
the time of the accident. If some of the cooling water in this reactor converts to steam, the RBMK increases in
power. This in turn causes more steam to form, which causes _another_ increase in power. (In Western light
water reactors, the power decreases.)
The power increase feature of the RBMK caused a rupture in the cooling system and a large steam explosion
occurred. This caused the cooling system to fail and the outer covering (or cladding) of the fuel elements to
increase in temperature. The cladding was hot enough to react with the steam, causing hydrogen to form. The
hydrogen then caused a second explosion. The release of this energy set the graphite core on fire.
In spite of its dangerous features, the RBMK -- unlike other reactors -- had no actual containment structure to
prevent release of contamination. Such a design could not be licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission in
this country, nor in most countries of the world. Studies done since the Chernobyl accident have shown that its
releases would have been successfully contained by a U.S. type reactor. As a matter of fact, a test of a 37-foot
tall scale model of a nuclear plant containment building was made at Sandia National Laboratories in New Mexico
in 1987. The test showed that the type of light water containment used at U.S. nuclear plants could withstand
more than three times the pressure it was designed for without rupturing or fragmenting.
A second factor in the Chernobyl accident involved a safety experiment being conducted. It required that the
reactor be run in a very unusual manner. Because of a series of operational problems, the operators found
themselves running the reactor far outside its safety limits. In their efforts to finish the experiment anyway, the
operators --in spite of running the reactor under unfamiliar conditions-- turned off seven of the safety systems in
the reactor and its control systems. Any one of these seven automatic controls could have prevented the accident
had it been on.
All this reflects important differences between Western and Soviet operators and their training. Unlike the Soviets,
U.S. reactor operators take continued training in classroom situations and on reactor simulators. Further, operators
in Western countries are strictly bound by what are called "technical specifications" which forbid operation of the
reactor outside of preset safety limits. All of which could be debaitable anyway.
Judge Buford I. Motion, Chief Judge for the Half Moon Junction ("We put the Southern in Southern California") Superior Court, had news. "Mr. Pip, your lawyer is real bad lost and won't be here for at least an hour. We can't wait that long, so we gonna proceed right now."
Pip swallowed hard.
Jerry Whiplash, attorney for the DVD Copy Control Association, allowed himself to smile. After all, he was a partner with the prestigious New York firm of Bile, GotGall and Mange. Resplendent in fine wool pinstripes, silk club tie and gold-rimmed glasses, he sneered at Pip's clip-on tie and Dockers.
Judge Motion turned to the lawyer. "Mr. Whiplash, I'll bet you're a Harvard boy."
"Why, yes, your Honor. How did you know?"
The judge smiled knowingly. "Piece o' cake, son. When a fella comes to my court wearing such a fine suit but filing such a shabby one, I figure he's a Harvard boy."
Whiplash's smile disappears beneath a lawyer's poker face. Pip's color improves.
"How dare you bring this load of horse manure before my court, son? You think I'm some kind of damned fool?"
Whiplash is shaken, but doesn't flinch. "No, your honor, not at all."
"Then explain paragraph one to me. You say Mr. Pip here is continually misappropriating your trade secrets."
"That's right, your honor."
The judge's face turned crimson and tight." Son, this is not a patent infringement case. How do you 'continually' misappropriate a trade secret. Once the cat's out of the bag, it's gone."
"Your honor, a group of Norwegian hackers illegally reverse-engineered a DVD player software..."
The judge's eyes narrowed as they focused on Whiplash.
"Stop right there, son. Did Mr. Pip reverse-engineer this software"
"No, Your Honor. He posted a program called DeCSS that allows you to copy DVD content in a way that doesn't need the encryption keys."
"So, he's not the one who misappropriated the secrets?", the judge asked.
"In California, your honor, it is illegal to pass on or profit from a trade secret that you know was improperly obtained."
"Well son, I know that patents and copyrights are published for all the world to see. Were these trade secrets published anywhere?"
"They weren't, your honor. They're secrets. We sent Mr. Pip a letter clearly explaining that his actions were illegal," came Whiplash's reply.
"Ah. You sent him a letter and now you're upset that he didn't take your word for it. Tell me, Mr. Whiplash, are you as stupid as your case or are you just a Jackass? From your pleadings, I'd say both."
Whiplash fumed bright red. "Your honor, I must object to this treatment. It is highly irregular and unprofessional."
Motion's gaze froze Whiplash in his tracks. "You know what it's called when someone in my courtroom doesn't show this court the appropriate respect," he asked.
"Contempt, your honor."
"That's right. Very good. Now, son, do you know what it's called when I don't show you the respect you think you deserve?"
"Reviewable?"
Judge Motion laughed out loud. " No. It's called I'm the judge and this is my courtroom. You got that, son?"
The judge continued, " It looks to me like you're trying to create a whole new class of action based on infringing a trade secret, but I don't see no limits to your secrets. I don't see any publication and I sure don't see any authority for granting some damned manufacturer's association this kind of power. The Constitution reserved that power to the Federal Government and they said 'No, thank you'. To my knowledge, it has always been the responsibility of secret holders to protect their own secrets. The use of public enforcement power is typically reserved for the wrongful appropriation itself."
"But your honor, California law..." Whiplash is cut off mid-sentence by Motion's impatient voice.
"And that's another thing," his honor continues, " you name defendants in Australia, Denmark, France, Germany, England and all over. Now, would you kindly explain to me how some fella in Australia is supposed to come under California law? "
"By putting it on the Internet, your honor, they brought it into California."
"You ever hear of radio, son?"
"Of course, your honor."
"Do you think that the FCC goes after radio stations overseas if they violate U.S. law?"
"Why no, sir, but the Internet reaches right into California," Whiplash replies.
"Like radio. That ol' boy in Australia doesn't connect to California and Californians don't dial into his site to view it. When an ISP connects to the Internet, they are using it as a broadcast medium. They don't give a damn about California law and California can't make them. That takes an international treaty, and that takes Federal Executive action with U.S. Senate ratification. I know they teach constitutional law at Harvard. You should know this stuff."
"Yes, your honor."
"Let's go on, Mr. Whiplash. Does Australian law forbid someone from publishing trade secrets, regardless of the source?"
"I don't know, your honor."
"How about French law, Danish law?"
"I don't know, your honor."
"Louisiana? You up on the Code of Napoleon, son?"
"But, your honor," Whiplash protests, "this case is about California law."
"Really? Well, does Norwegian law allow a software license to forbid reverse engineering?"
"I don't know, your Honor."
"What if the reverse engineering was done by a minor or somebody else incompetent to make a contract?"
Whiplash hemmed and hawed. "We don't know the age of the hackers, your honor." You could almost hear him go "Oops."
"So, the fancy New York lawyer doesn't know if the so-called trade secrets were obtained illegally. However, the ISP operator should know because the lawyer, who doesn't know, sent him a letter." The judge was on a roll.
"That's not exactly...." Whiplash couldn't finish his sentence.
"Never interrupt the judge, son. Now, if these folks around the world didn't break any local laws, they would have been acting legally and Mr. Pip could have gotten the program from one of them legally. But, between you and me, Mr. Whiplash, that don't matter anyhow."
"It don't, er, doesn't, " came the weak reply.
"No, it doesn't. These so-called secrets of yours are published on the freakin' Internet, man. They ain't secrets no more!"
"But, your Honor."
"I'm not finished, Son. Now, Mr. Pip operates in California, which I believe to be part of the United States. Like or not, his right to free speech is protected by the first amendment of the Constitution. Now, Harvard may not cover the second and tenth amendments, but I'm real sure they teach the first amendment."
"Yes, your honor."
"So, Mr. Pip is supposed to surrender his Constitutional rights because some New York lawyer who doesn't know what he's talking about writes him a letter."
"Not exactly, your honor," Whiplash interjects. "He could check with his own counsel."
"I hope his lawyer knows more than you do. I'm sorry, son, but your position creates a bigger chilling effect than the Sub-Zero in my kitchen. The Constitution won't tolerate that, and I won't grant your motion."
Pip relaxed. Whiplash did not. "But, your honor...."
"Hold on, Mr. Whiplash, I'm not finished. I understand that anybody with a commercial stamper can copy DVDs by the bushel. Is that right?"
"Yes, your honor. The copy protection is intended to stop casual copying," Whiplash replied.
"It seems to me that it's also designed to keep people from playing DVDs they bought and paid for. Didn't this whole thing come about because people whose computers used Linux or BeOS wanted to play their legally purchased DVDs?"
"I don't think that's the case at all, your honor."
"Well, Mr. Whiplash, I'll tell you something I know. Your so-called copy protection won't stop pirates, but it does hurt consumers, and not just people who use Linux. My daughter spent last year in France. She bought a DVD player and a nice collection of DVDs. Her DVD player was lost in her move back home. You wanna know what happened when we bought her a new one? She couldn't play a single one of those DVDs that she had bought and paid for because they were all region coded."
"It occurs to me, Mr. Whiplash, that your client is being short-sighted. Movie studios are making a fortune on unprotected videotapes. The music industry is selling unprotected CDs by the ton. Digital AudioTape, which has the industry's grubby little prints all over it, isn't making money for anyone. If you make something easy to buy and use, people will buy it and use it. Y'all are free to go."
As Pip and Whiplash prepared to leave, the Judge motioned the bailiff over to the bench.
"Remember askin' me why my bio doesn't mention my scholarship to Yale or how big my practice was before I retired," he whispers. "It would just ruin all my fun if they knew. Now, let's see what's up next. Hmmm. Amazon.com is suing somebody for patent infringement. This'll be fun."
As is usually the case in any accident, a number of things combined to cause this one at Chernobyl. Unlike power
reactors operating in the U.S. and other nations, the Chernobyl RBMK reactor (which is a graphite rather than a
light water system) has a built-in instability that occurs at low power, which is how the reactor was operating at
the time of the accident. If some of the cooling water in this reactor converts to steam, the RBMK increases in
power. This in turn causes more steam to form, which causes _another_ increase in power. (In Western light
water reactors, the power decreases.)
The power increase feature of the RBMK caused a rupture in the cooling system and a large steam explosion
occurred. This caused the cooling system to fail and the outer covering (or cladding) of the fuel elements to
increase in temperature. The cladding was hot enough to react with the steam, causing hydrogen to form. The
hydrogen then caused a second explosion. The release of this energy set the graphite core on fire.
In spite of its dangerous features, the RBMK -- unlike other reactors -- had no actual containment structure to
prevent release of contamination. Such a design could not be licensed by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission in
this country, nor in most countries of the world. Studies done since the Chernobyl accident have shown that its
releases would have been successfully contained by a U.S. type reactor. As a matter of fact, a test of a 37-foot
tall scale model of a nuclear plant containment building was made at Sandia National Laboratories in New Mexico
in 1987. The test showed that the type of light water containment used at U.S. nuclear plants could withstand
more than three times the pressure it was designed for without rupturing or fragmenting.
A second factor in the Chernobyl accident involved a safety experiment being conducted. It required that the
reactor be run in a very unusual manner. Because of a series of operational problems, the operators found
themselves running the reactor far outside its safety limits. In their efforts to finish the experiment anyway, the
operators --in spite of running the reactor under unfamiliar conditions-- turned off seven of the safety systems in
the reactor and its control systems. Any one of these seven automatic controls could have prevented the accident
had it been on.
All this reflects important differences between Western and Soviet operators and their training. Unlike the Soviets,
U.S. reactor operators take continued training in classroom situations and on reactor simulators. Further, operators
in Western countries are strictly bound by what are called "technical specifications" which forbid operation of the
reactor outside of preset safety limits. All of which could be debaitable anyway.