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The document describes a night involving Emmanuel Goldstein and members of the hacker group 2600. It starts with them observing a 2600 meeting where Goldstein gains attention. Later they hear Goldstein telling a boy he will teach him about penetration. The group is then interrupted by agents raiding the location, finding illegal activity. Goldstein is arrested and assaulted in holding.

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MFM

The document describes a night involving Emmanuel Goldstein and members of the hacker group 2600. It starts with them observing a 2600 meeting where Goldstein gains attention. Later they hear Goldstein telling a boy he will teach him about penetration. The group is then interrupted by agents raiding the location, finding illegal activity. Goldstein is arrested and assaulted in holding.

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The Men From Mongo present

A Night in New Jack City on First Friday


(a/k/a 'Our Misadventures with Emmanuel Goldstein during
and after the New York 2600 Meeting')
Citicorp Center, 5:00 PM:
We arrived at the site of the imfamous 2600 meetings early to conduct an
early recon. The atrium is filled with young boys who smell strongly of KY
Jelly, and a few casually dressed men with short haircuts, who are wearing
jackets in 80 degree weather that bulge under the shoulder. We sit alone
until The Omega Man recognizes one of the MIBs as someone he killed people
with in Cambodia. (Don't ask.)
7:00 PM:
The pied piper of the phreak world, Emmanuel Goldstein (Big Brother in
real life), shows up fashonably late. All the young boys run screaming to
him, and spend all their money on t-shirs, hats, and back issues of 2600
which they'll probally never read, yet alone understand. One of the MIBs
asks "What's his fucking appeal?" Little did we know we would later find
out. After about 15 minutes, the high pitched squealing of prepubescent
male voices drives us all fucking nuts so we go out and have a smoke.
8:00 PM:
We're down in the Village chilling out in back of a non-descript looking
panel van filled with neat shit. Goldstein took his entourage to some
restaurant where beers were six bucks a bottle. The MIBs tell us we can
hang out with them, they have a couple cases of chilled Molson Ice in a
cooler. The Omega Man and his buddy from Cambodia are talking about Class
III weaponry while being shown the MP-5s in a rack behind the driver's
seat. The Omega Man pulls out his MP-5K PDW and passes it around. All the
MIBs are suitably impressed, as all they carry are Glocks. Joshua Tower is
fucking with a parabolic mike and spotting scope. He sees EG sitting
next to one of the young boys from the 2600 meeting; whispering in his
ear. Josh hooks a speaker to the patch panel in time for us to hear EG
telling him "Come to NotWorks later and I'll teach you about penetration."
The kid looks excited and nods his head up and down vigorously.
9:00 PM:
We manage to blend back in with the entourage as they head to NotWorks.
NotWorks is this office space filled with computers and electronics that
nobody uses. Goldstein is conspiciously absent. Just as we are about to ask
of our host's whereabouts, we hear this high-pitched voice scream "TEACH
ME MORE DADDY!". Our question is answered.
9:15 PM:
After listening to a whole bunch of people talk about nothing, we decide
to go out and have a smoke. Before we reach the elevator, black jumpsuits
carrying some really neat Class III weaponry come crashing through the
Window and out the Elevator. We all start reaching for our holsters when
one of the black jumpsuits says "What the fuck are you doing here?"
9:30 PM:
The feds didn't find any evidence of computer crime or ECPA violations,
and kept muttering about "What a clueless asshole that pothead <redacted>
is.", and how they should have just court martialed his ass in <redacted>.
When they finally break down a Medeco-locked steel door into a back room
and turn on the light however, they find something else getting "owned".
10:30 PM:
We're in Mid-Town-South Precenct having coffee and donuts with a detective
leutenant who's a regular user of our Warez FTP sites. He keeps asking us
"What division are you in?". The Omega Man is with some generic
SWAT-garbed uniform showing him his MP-5K. The uniform has this obvious
raging hard-on as he examines the Machine Pistol, and asks "Why didn't you
start working the job when you came back from overseas?" Little does he
know The Omega Man was asked to leave the LAPD due to excessive police
brutality complaints against him, making his supervisor puke while
watching him "question" a suspect, and suspicion of being involved in the
claymore mine homicide of some drug dealer. Some sergant bursts in yelling
"Ya gotta see this!". We all rush into the control center, where
microphones in the holding cell are blaring a cachophony of human noise.
Occassionaly one hears the word "boyfucker". A cop is walking towards the
cell area with an armful of toilet plungers as we watch the monitor. I
guess EG is going to learn what the lowest form of jailhouse life is.
11:00 PM
Just as our gracious host is about to bleed to death on the floor of the
holding cell, some public defender wielding a writ of Habeus Corpus comes
burtsting in. He's followed by an EMS ALS unit that hauls him to Mt.
Sinai. Apparently the parents of his newest boyfriend called their lawyer,
some guy named Bernstein, who convinced them EG was worth more to them
alive...
<END OF FILE>

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