"The only thing us Gauls have to fear is the sky falling on our heads"
In 2021, toast was beginning
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Right, so it's 2021, and I've decided I want to hack into a toaster running some stripped down version of NT. Lying silently in the bushes with my tricord-um, PDA, outside the house of Dr. Britney Spears, M.D., I quadruple-click on an icon and launch 'hack.exe'.
Within a few seconds, a box pops up, cheerily announcing that all the nodes on Britney's wireless home network now think I'm the hair dryer. Cackling, I set the toaster on 'high-ten minutes', and go about my merry business.
Oh, no, God, no! What a bleak, Ellison-esque future. The toast of our daughters is burnt, our hair dryers impersonated! We cannot slaughter the fatted calf, for the Butch-o-matic 3000's OS has been hacked into and it won't stop doing the chicken dance...we cannot pour the libations, for the EZ-pour has been mixing margaritas and refuses to do anything else...fear, pillage and rapine!
There will come a time when the security of the OSes citizens run will become critical to national security, if not world security. At that point, it will not be left up to MS, or whoever, to decide whether it wants to use resources to make an OS stable and secure, or code an animated paper clip. There WILL be government mandated minimal security for computers on the internet. You're not allowed to drive a car with no brakes, no turn signals, and a flattened cardboard box for a rear window on the interstate, are you?
He was pretty good. What I remember about him is that he could write books faster than you could read them. He considered it a way to make a living, more than an art form.
He was a part of my pantheon of sci-fi authors as a teenager though, so I'll miss the guy.
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"The only thing us Gauls have to fear is the sky falling on our heads"
Right, so it's 2021, and I've decided I want to hack into a toaster running some stripped down version of NT. Lying silently in the bushes with my tricord-um, PDA, outside the house of Dr. Britney Spears, M.D., I quadruple-click on an icon and launch 'hack.exe'.
Within a few seconds, a box pops up, cheerily announcing that all the nodes on Britney's wireless home network now think I'm the hair dryer. Cackling, I set the toaster on 'high-ten minutes', and go about my merry business.
Oh, no, God, no! What a bleak, Ellison-esque future. The toast of our daughters is burnt, our hair dryers impersonated! We cannot slaughter the fatted calf, for the Butch-o-matic 3000's OS has been hacked into and it won't stop doing the chicken dance...we cannot pour the libations, for the EZ-pour has been mixing margaritas and refuses to do anything else...fear, pillage and rapine!
There will come a time when the security of the OSes citizens run will become critical to national security, if not world security. At that point, it will not be left up to MS, or whoever, to decide whether it wants to use resources to make an OS stable and secure, or code an animated paper clip. There WILL be government mandated minimal security for computers on the internet. You're not allowed to drive a car with no brakes, no turn signals, and a flattened cardboard box for a rear window on the interstate, are you?
He was pretty good. What I remember about him is that he could write books faster than you could read them. He considered it a way to make a living, more than an art form. He was a part of my pantheon of sci-fi authors as a teenager though, so I'll miss the guy.