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                  GURPS LABOR LOST: The Cyberpunk Bust

                           by Bruce Sterling
                 Copyright (c) by Bruce Sterling, 1991.
                 Reprinted by permission of the author.

Some months ago, I wrote an article about the raid on Steve Jackson
Games, which appeared in my "Comment" column in the British science
fiction monthly, Interzone(#44, February 1991).  This updated version,
specially re-written for dissemination by EFF, reflects the somewhat
greater knowledge I've gained to date, in the course of research on an
upcoming nonfiction book, The Hacker Crackdown: The True Story of the
Digital Dragnet of 1990 and the Start of the Electronic Frontier
Foundation.

The bizarre events suffered by Mr. Jackson and his co-workers, in my own
home town of Austin, Texas, were directly responsible for my decision to
put science fiction aside and to tackle the purportedly real world of
computer crime and electronic free-expression.

The national crackdown on computer hackers in 1990 was the largest and
best-coordinated attack on computer mischief in American history.  There
was Arizona's "Operation Sundevil," the sweeping May 8 nationwide raid
against outlaw bulletin boards.  The BellSouth E911 case (of which the
Jackson raid was a small and particularly egregious part) was
coordinated out of Chicago.  The New York State Police were also very
active in 1990.

All this vigorous law enforcement activity meant very little to the
narrow and intensely clannish world of science fiction.  All we knew -
and this perception persisted, uncorrected, for months - was that Mr.
Jackson had been raided because of his intention to publish a gaming
book about "cyberpunk" science fiction.  The Jackson raid received
extensive coverage in science fiction news magazines (yes, we have
these) and became notorious in the world of SF as "the Cyberpunk Bust."
My INTERZONE article attempted to make the Jackson case intelligible to
the British SF audience.

What possible reason could lead an American federal law enforcement
agency to raid the headquarters of a science-fiction gaming company?
Why did armed teams of city police, corporate security men, and federal
agents roust two Texan computer hackers from their beds at dawn, and
then confiscate thousands of dollars' worth of computer equipment,
including the hackers' common household telephones?  Why was an
unpublished book called GURPS Cyberpunk seized by the US Secret Service
and declared "a manual for computer crime?"  These weird events were not
parodies or fantasies; no, this was real.

The first order of business in untangling this bizarre drama is to know
the players - who come in entire teams.

PLAYER ONE:  The Law Enforcement Agencies.

America's defense against the threat of computer crime is a confusing
hodgepodge of state, municipal, and federal agencies.  Ranked first, by
size and power, are the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), the National
Security Agency (NSA), and the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI),
large, potent and secretive organizations who, luckily, play almost no
role in the Jackson story.

The second rank of such agencies include the Internal Revenue Service
(IRS), the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), the
Justice Department, the Department of Labor, and various branches of the
defense establishment, especially the Air Force Office of Special
Investigations (AFOSI).  Premier among these groups, however, is the
highly-motivated US Secret Service (USSS),the suited, mirrorshades-
toting, heavily-armed bodyguards of the President of the United States.

Guarding high-ranking federal officials and foreign dignitaries is a
hazardous, challenging and eminently necessary task, which has won USSS
a high public profile.  But Abraham Lincoln created this oldest of
federal law enforcement agencies in order to foil counterfeiting.  Due
to the historical tribulations of the Treasury Department (of which USSS
is a part), the Secret Service also guards historical documents,
analyzes forgeries, combats wire fraud, and battles "computer fraud and
abuse."  These may seem unrelated assignments, but the Secret Service is
fiercely aware of its duties.  It is also jealous of its bureaucratic
turf, especially in computer-crime, where it formally shares
jurisdiction with its traditional rival, the Johnny-come-lately FBI.

As the use of plastic money has spread, and their long-established role
as protectors of the currency has faded in importance, the Secret
Service has moved aggressively into the realm of electronic crime.
Unlike the lordly NSA, CIA, and FBI, which generally can't be bothered
with domestic computer mischief, the Secret Service is noted for its
street-level enthusiasm.

The third-rank of law enforcement are the local "dedicated computer
crime units."  There are few such groups, pitifully under staffed.  They
struggle hard for funding and the vital light of publicity.  It's
difficult to make white-collar computer crimes seem pressing, to an
American public that lives in terror of armed and violent street crime.

These local groups are small - often, one or two officers, computer
hobbyists, who have drifted into electronic crimebusting because they
alone are game to devote time and effort to bringing law to the
electronic frontier.  California's Silicon Valley has three computer-
crime units.  There are others in Florida, Illinois, Ohio, Maryland,
Texas, Colorado, and a formerly very active one in Arizona - all told,
though, perhaps only fifty people nationwide.

The locals do have one great advantage, though.  They all know one
another.  Though scattered across the country, they are linked by both
public-sector and private-sector professional societies, and have a
commendable subcultural esprit-de-corps.  And in the well-manned Secret
Service, they have willing national-level assistance.

PLAYER TWO:  The Telephone Companies.

In the early 80s, after years of bitter federal court battle, America's
telephone monopoly was pulverized.  "Ma Bell," the national phone
company, became AT&T, AT&T Industries, and the regional "Baby Bells,"
all purportedly independent companies, who compete with new
communications companies and other long-distance providers.  As a class,
however, they are all sorely harassed by fraudsters, phone phreaks, and
computer hackers, and they all maintain computer-security experts.  In a
lot of cases these "corporate security divisions" consist of just one or
two guys, who drifted into the work from backgrounds in traditional
security or law enforcement.  But, linked by specialized security trade
journals and private sector trade groups, they all know one another.

PLAYER THREE:  The Computer Hackers.

The American "hacker" elite consists of about a hundred people, who all
know one another.  These are the people who know enough about computer
intrusion to baffle corporate security and alarm police (and who,
furthermore, are willing to put their intrusion skills into actual
practice).  The somewhat older subculture of "phone-phreaking," once
native only to the phone system, has blended into hackerdom as phones
have become digital and computers have been netted-together by
telephones.  "Phone phreaks," always tarred with the stigma of rip-off
artists, are nowadays increasingly hacking PBX systems and cellular
phones.  These practices, unlike computer-intrusion, offer easy profit
to fraudsters.

There are legions of minor "hackers," such as the "kodez kidz," who
purloin telephone access codes to make free (i.e., stolen) phone calls.
Code theft can be done with home computers, and almost looks like real
"hacking," though "kodez kidz" are regarded with lordly contempt by the
elite. "Warez d00dz," who copy and pirate computer games and software,
are a thriving subspecies of "hacker," but they played no real role in
the crackdown of 1990 or the Jackson case.  As for the dire minority who
create computer viruses, the less said the better.

The princes of hackerdom skate the phone-lines, and computer networks,
as a lifestyle.  They hang out in loose, modem-connected gangs like the
"Legion of Doom" and the "Masters of Destruction."  The craft of hacking
is taught through "bulletin board systems," personal computers that
carry electronic mail and can be accessed by phone.  Hacker bulletin
boards generally sport grim, scary, sci-fi heavy metal names like BLACK
ICE - PRIVATE or SPEED DEMON ELITE.  Hackers themselves often adopt
romantic and highly suspicious tough-guy monickers like "Necron 99,"
"Prime Suspect," "Erik Bloodaxe," "Malefactor" and "Phase Jitter."  This
can be seen as a kind of cyberpunk folk-poetry - after all, baseball
players also have colorful nicknames.  But so do the Mafia and the
Medellin Cartel.

  PLAYER FOUR:  The Simulation Gamers.

Wargames and role-playing adventures are an old and honored pastime,
much favored by professional military strategists and H.G. Wells, and
now played by hundreds of thousands of enthusiasts throughout North
America, Europe and Japan.  In today's market, many simulation games are
computerized, making simulation gaming a favorite pastime of hackers,
who dote on arcane intellectual challenges and the thrill of doing
simulated mischief.

Modern simulation games frequently have a heavily science-fictional
cast.  Over the past decade or so, fueled by very respectable royalties,
the world of simulation gaming has increasingly permeated the world of
science-fiction publishing.  TSR, Inc., proprietors of the best-known
role-playing game, "Dungeons and Dragons," own the venerable
science-fiction magazine "Amazing."  Gaming-books, once restricted to
hobby outlets, now commonly appear in chain-stores like B. Dalton's and
Waldenbooks, and sell vigorously.

Steve Jackson Games, Inc., of Austin, Texas, is a games company of the
middle rank.  In early 1990, it employed fifteen people.  In 1989, SJG
grossed about half a million dollars.  SJG's Austin headquarters is a
modest two-story brick office-suite, cluttered with phones,
photocopiers, fax machines and computers.  A publisher's digs, it
bustles with semi-organized activity and is littered with glossy
promotional brochures and dog-eared SF novels.  Attached to the offices
is a large tin-roofed warehouse piled twenty feet high with cardboard
boxes of games and books.  This building was the site of the "Cyberpunk
Bust."

A look at the company's wares, neatly stacked on endless rows of cheap
shelving, quickly shows SJG's long involvement with the Science Fiction
community.  SJG's main product, the Generic Universal Role- Playing
System or GURPS, features licensed and adapted works from many genre
writers.  There is GURPS Witch World, GURPS Conan, GURPS Riverworld,
GURPS Horseclans, many names eminently familiar to SF fans.  (GURPS
Difference Engine is currently in the works.)  GURPS Cyberpunk, however,
was to be another story entirely.

PLAYER FIVE:  The Science Fiction Writers.

The "cyberpunk" SF writers are a small group of mostly college-educated
white litterateurs, without conspicuous criminal records, scattered
throughout the US and Canada.  Only one, Rudy Rucker, a professor of
computer science in Silicon Valley, would rank with even the humblest
computer hacker.  However, these writers all own computers and take an
intense, public, and somewhat morbid interest in the social
ramifications of the information industry.  Despite their small numbers,
the "cyberpunk" writers all know one another, and are linked by antique
print-medium publications with unlikely names like Science Fiction Eye,
Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, Omni and Interzone.

 PLAYER SIX:  The Civil Libertarians.

This small but rapidly growing group consists of heavily politicized
computer enthusiasts and heavily cyberneticized political activists: a
mix of wealthy high-tech entrepreneurs, veteran West Coast troublemaking
hippies, touchy journalists, and toney East Coast civil rights lawyers.
They are all getting to know one another.

We now return to our story.  By 1988, law enforcement officials, led by
contrite teenage informants, had thoroughly permeated the world of
underground bulletin boards, and were alertly prowling the nets
compiling dossiers on wrongdoers.  While most bulletin board systems are
utterly harmless, some few had matured into alarming reservoirs of
forbidden knowledge.  One such was BLACK ICE - PRIVATE, located
"somewhere in the 607 area code," frequented by members of the "Legion
of Doom" and notorious even among hackers for the violence of its
rhetoric, which discussed sabotage of phone-lines, drug- manufacturing
techniques, and the assembly of home-made bombs, as well as a plethora
of rules-of-thumb for penetrating computer security.

Of course, the mere discussion of these notions is not illegal - many
cyberpunk SF stories positively dote on such ideas, as do hundreds of
spy epics, techno-thrillers and adventure novels.  It was no coincidence
that "ICE," or "Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics," was a term
invented by cyberpunk writer Tom Maddox, and "BLACK ICE," or a
computer-defense that fries the brain of the unwary trespasser, was a
coinage of William Gibson.

A reference manual from the US National Institute of Justice, Dedicated
Computer Crime Units by J. Thomas McEwen, suggests that federal
attitudes toward bulletin-board systems are ambivalent at best:

"There are several examples of how bulletin boards have been used in
support of criminal activities.... (B)ulletin boards were used to relay
illegally obtained access codes into computer service companies.
Pedophiles have been known to leave suggestive messages on bulletin
boards, and other sexually oriented messages have been found on bulletin
boards.  Members of cults and sects have also communicated through
bulletin boards.  While the storing of information on bulletin boards
may not be illegal, the use of bulletin boards has certainly advanced
many illegal activities."

Here is a troubling concept indeed: invisible electronic pornography, to
be printed out at home and read by sects and cults.  It makes a mockery
of the traditional law-enforcement techniques concerning the publication
and prosecution of smut.  In fact, the prospect of large numbers of
antisocial conspirators, congregating in cyberspace without official
oversight of any kind, is enough to trouble the sleep of anyone charged
with maintaining public order.

Even the sternest free-speech advocate will likely do some
headscratching at the prospect of digitized "anarchy files" teaching
lock-picking, pipe-bombing, martial arts techniques, and highly
unorthodox uses for shotgun shells, especially when these neat-o
temptations are distributed freely to any teen (or pre-teen) with a
modem.

These may be largely conjectural problems at present, but the use of
bulletin boards to foment hacker mischief is real.  Worse yet, the
bulletin boards themselves are linked, sharing their audience and
spreading the wicked knowledge of security flaws in the phone network,
and in a wide variety of academic, corporate and governmental computer
systems.

This strength of the hackers is also a weakness, however.  If the boards
are monitored by alert informants and/or officers, the whole wicked
tangle can be seized all along its extended electronic vine, rather like
harvesting pumpkins.

The war against hackers, including the "Cyberpunk Bust," was primarily a
war against hacker bulletin boards.  It was, first and foremost, an
attack against the enemy's means of information.

This basic strategic insight supplied the tactics for the crackdown of
1990.  The variant groups in the national subculture of cyber-law would
be kept apprised, persuaded to action, and diplomatically martialled
into effective strike position.  Then, in a burst of energy and a
glorious blaze of publicity, the whole nest of scofflaws would be
wrenched up root and branch.  Hopefully, the damage would be permanent;
if not, the swarming wretches would at least keep their heads down.

"Operation Sundevil," the Phoenix-inspired crackdown of May 8,1990,
concentrated on telephone code-fraud and credit-card abuse, and followed
this seizure plan with some success.  Boards went down all over America,
terrifying the underground and swiftly depriving them of at least some
of their criminal instruments.  It also saddled analysts with some
24,000 floppy disks, and confronted harried Justice Department
prosecutors with the daunting challenge of a gigantic nationwide hacker
show-trial involving highly technical issues in dozens of jurisdictions.
As of July 1991, it must be questioned whether the climate is right for
an action of this sort, especially since several of the most promising
prosecutees have already been jailed on other charges.

"Sundevil" aroused many dicey legal and constitutional questions, but at
least its organizers were spared the spectacle of seizure victims loudly
proclaiming their innocence - (if one excepts Bruce Esquibel, sysop of
"Dr. Ripco," an anarchist board in Chicago).

The activities of March 1, 1990, including the Jackson case, were the
inspiration of the Chicago-based Computer Fraud and Abuse Task Force.
At telco urging, the Chicago group were pursuing the purportedly vital
"E911 document" with headlong energy.  As legal evidence, this Bell
South document was to prove a very weak reed in the Craig Neidorf trial,
which ended in a humiliating dismissal and a triumph for Neidorf.  As of
March 1990, however, this purloined data-file seemed a red-hot chunk of
contraband, and the decision was made to track it down wherever it might
have gone, and to shut down any board that had touched it - or even come
close to it.

In the meantime, however - early 1990 - Mr. Loyd Blankenship, an
employee of Steve Jackson Games, an accomplished hacker, and a sometime
member and file-writer for the Legion of Doom, was contemplating a
"cyberpunk" simulation-module for the flourishing GURPS gaming-system.

The time seemed ripe for such a product, which had already been proven
in the marketplace.  The first games-company out of the gate, with a
product boldly called "Cyberpunk" in defiance of possible
infringement-of-copyright suits, had been an upstart group called R.
Talsorian.  Talsorian's "Cyberpunk" was a fairly decent game, but the
mechanics of the simulation system sucked. But the game sold like crazy.

The next "cyberpunk" game had been the even more successful "Shadowrun"
by FASA Corporation.  The mechanics of this game were fine, but the
scenario was rendered moronic by lame fantasy elements like orcs,
dwarves, trolls, magicians, and dragons - all highly ideologically
incorrect, according to the hard-edged, high-tech standards of cyberpunk
science fiction.  No true cyberpunk fan could play this game without
vomiting, despite FASA's nifty T-shirts and street-samurai lead
figurines.

Lured by the scent of money, other game companies were champing at the
bit.  Blankenship reasoned that the time had come for a real "Cyberpunk"
gaming-book - one that the princes of computer-mischief in the Legion of
Doom could play without laughing themselves sick.  This book, GURPS
Cyberpunk, would reek of on-line authenticity.

Hot discussion soon raged on the Steve Jackson Games electronic bulletin
board, the "Illuminati BBS."  This board was named after a bestselling
SJG card-game, involving antisocial sects and cults who war covertly for
the domination of the world.  Gamers and hackers alike loved this board,
with its meticulously detailed discussions of pastimes like SJG's "Car
Wars," in which souped-up armored hot-rods with rocket-launchers and
heavy machine-guns do battle on the American highways of the future.

While working, with considerable creative success, for SJG, Blankenship
himself was running his own computer bulletin board, "The Phoenix
Project," from his house.  It had been ages - months, anyway - since
Blankenship, an increasingly sedate husband and author, had last entered
a public phone-booth without a supply of pocket-change.  However, his
intellectual interest in computer-security remained intense.  He was
pleased to notice the presence on "Phoenix" of Henry Kluepfel, a
phone-company security professional for Bellcore.  Such contacts were
risky for telco employees; at least one such gentleman who reached out
to the hacker underground has been accused of divided loyalties and
summarily fired.  Kluepfel, on the other hand, was bravely engaging in
friendly banter with heavy-dude hackers and eager telephone-wannabes.
Blankenship did nothing to spook him away, and Kluepfel, for his part,
passed dark warnings about "Phoenix Project" to the Chicago group.
"Phoenix Project" glowed with the radioactive presence of the E911
document, passed there in a copy of Craig Neidorf's electronic hacker
fan-magazine, Phrack.

"Illuminati" was prominently mentioned on the Phoenix Project.  Phoenix
users were urged to visit Illuminati, to discuss the upcoming
"cyberpunk" game and possibly lend their expertise.  It was also frankly
hoped that they would spend some money on SJG games.

Illuminati and Phoenix had become two ripe pumpkins on the criminal vine.

Hacker busts were nothing new.  They had always been problematic for the
authorities.  The offenders were generally high-IQ white juveniles with
no criminal record.  Public sympathy for the phone companies was limited
at best.  Trials often ended in puzzled dismissals or a slap on the wrist.

Through long experience, law enforcement had come up with an unorthodox
but workable tactic.  This was to avoid any trial at all, or even an
arrest.  Instead, somber teams of grim police would swoop upon the
teenage suspect's home and box up his computer as "evidence."  If he was
a good boy, and promised contritely to stay out of trouble forthwith,
the highly expensive equipment might be returned to him in short order.
If he was a hard-case, though, his toys could stay boxed-up and locked
away for a couple of years.

The busts in Austin were an intensification of this tried-and-true
technique.  There were adults involved in this case, though, reeking of
a hardened bad attitude.  The supposed threat to the 911 system,
apparently posed by the E911 document, had nerved law enforcement to
extraordinary effort.  The 911 system is the emergency system used by
the police themselves.  Any threat to it was a direct, insolent hacker
menace to the electronic home turf of American law enforcement.

Had Steve Jackson been arrested and directly accused of a plot to
destroy the 911 system, the resultant embarrassment would likely have
been sharp, but brief.  The Chicago group, instead, chose total
operational security.  They may have suspected that their search for
E911, once publicized, would cause that "dangerous" document to spread
like wildfire throughout the underground.  Instead, they allowed the
impression to spread that they had raided Steve Jackson to stop the
publication of a book: GURPS Cyberpunk.  This was a grave public-
relations blunder which caused the darkest fears and suspicions to
spread - not in the hacker underground, but among the general public.

On March 1, 1990, 21-year-old hacker Chris Goggans (aka "Erik Bloodaxe")
was wakened by a police revolver levelled at his head.  He watched,
jittery, as Secret Service agents appropriated his 300 baud terminal
and, rifling his files, discovered his treasured source-code for the
notorious Internet Worm.  Goggans, a co-sysop of "Phoenix Project" and a
wily operator, had suspected that something of the like might be coming.
All his best equipment had been hidden away elsewhere.  They took his
phone, though, and considered hauling away his hefty arcade-style
Pac-Man game, before deciding that it was simply too heavy.  Goggans was
not arrested.  To date, he has never been charged with a crime.  The
police still have what they took, though.

Blankenship was less wary.  He had shut down "Phoenix" as rumors reached
him of a crackdown coming.  Still, a dawn raid rousted him and his wife
from bed in their underwear, and six Secret Service agents, accompanied
by a bemused Austin cop and a corporate security agent from Bellcore,
made a rich haul.  Off went the works, into the agents' white Chevrolet
minivan: an IBM PC-AT clone with and a 120-meg hard disk; a
Hewlett-Packard LaserJet II printer; a completely legitimate and highly
expensive SCO-Xenix 286 operating system; Pagemaker disks and
documentation; the Microsoft Word word-processing program; Mrs.
Blankenship's incomplete academic thesis stored on disk; and the
couple's telephone.  All this property remains in police custody today.

The agents then bundled Blankenship into a car and it was off the Steve
Jackson Games in the bleak light of dawn.  The fact that this was a
business headquarters, and not a private residence, did not deter the
agents.  It was still early; no one was at work yet.  The agents
prepared to break down the door, until Blankenship offered his key.

The exact details of the next events are unclear.  The agents would not
let anyone else into the building.  Their search warrant, when produced,
was unsigned.  Apparently they breakfasted from "Whataburger," as the
litter from hamburgers was later found inside.  They also extensively
sampled a bag of jellybeans kept by an SJG employee.  Someone tore a
"Dukakis for President" sticker from the wall.

SJG employees, diligently showing up for the day's work, were met at the
door.  They watched in astonishment as agents wielding crowbars and
screwdrivers emerged with captive machines.  The agents wore blue nylon
windbreakers with "SECRET SERVICE" stencilled across the back, with
running-shoes and jeans.  Confiscating computers can be heavy physical work.

No one at Steve Jackson Games was arrested.  No one was accused of any
crime.  There were no charges filed.  Everything appropriated was
officially kept as "evidence" of crimes never specified.  Steve Jackson
will not face a conspiracy trial over the contents of his
science-fiction gaming book.  On the contrary, the raid's organizers
have been accused of grave misdeeds in a civil suit filed by EFF, and if
there is any trial over GURPS Cyberpunk it seems likely to be theirs.

The day after the raid, Steve Jackson visited the local Secret Service
headquarters with a lawyer in tow.  There was trouble over GURPS
Cyberpunk, which had been discovered on the hard-disk of a seized
machine.  GURPS Cyberpunk, alleged a Secret Service agent to astonished
businessman Steve Jackson, was "a manual for computer crime."

"It's science fiction," Jackson said.

"No, this is real."  This statement was repeated several times, by
several agents.  This is not a fantasy, no, this is real.  Jackson's
ominously "accurate" game had passed from pure, obscure, small-scale
fantasy into the impure, highly publicized, large-scale fantasy of the
hacker crackdown.  No mention was made of the real reason for the
search, the E911 document.  Indeed, this fact was not discovered until
the Jackson search-warrant was unsealed months later.  Jackson was left
to believe that his board had been seized because he intended to publish
a science fiction book that law enforcement considered too dangerous to
see print.  This misconception was repeated again and again, for months,
to an ever-widening audience.  The effect of this statement on the
science fiction community was, to say the least, striking.

GURPS Cyberpunk, now published and available from Steve Jackson Games
(Box 18957, Austin, Texas 78760), does discuss some of the commonplaces
of computer-hacking, such as searching through trash for useful clues,
or snitching passwords by boldly lying to gullible users.  Reading it
won't make you a hacker, any more than reading Spycatcher will make you
an agent of MI5.  Still, this bold insistence by the Secret Service on
its authenticity has made GURPS Cyberpunk the Satanic Verses of
simulation gaming, and has made Steve Jackson the first
martyr-to-the-cause for the computer world's civil libertarians.

From the beginning, Steve Jackson declared that he had committed no
crime, and had nothing to hide.  Few believed him, for it seemed
incredible that such a tremendous effort by the government would be
spent on someone entirely innocent.

Surely there were a few stolen long-distance codes in "Illuminati," a
swiped credit-card number or two - something.  Those who rallied to the
defense of Jackson were publicly warned that they would be caught with
egg on their face when the real truth came out, "later."  But "later"
came and went.  The fact is that Jackson was innocent of any crime.
There was no case against him; his activities were entirely legal.  He
had simply been consorting with the wrong sort of people.

In fact he was the wrong sort of people.  His attitude stank.  He showed
no contrition; he scoffed at authority; he gave aid and comfort to the
enemy; he was trouble.  Steve Jackson comes from subcultures - gaming,
science fiction - that have always smelled to high heaven of troubling
weirdness and deep-dyed unorthodoxy.  He was important enough to attract
repression, but not important enough, apparently, to deserve a straight
answer from those who had raided his property and destroyed his
livelihood.

The American law-enforcement community lacks the manpower and resources to
prosecute hackers successfully on the merits of the cases against them.
The cyber-police to date have settled instead for a cheap "hack" of the
legal system: a quasi-legal tactic of seizure and "deterrence."  Humiliate
and harass a few ringleaders, the philosophy goes, and the rest will fall
into line.  After all, most hackers are just kids.  The few grown-ups among
them are sociopathic geeks, not real players in the political and legal
game.  In the final analysis, a small company like Jackson's lacks the
resources to make any real trouble for the Secret Service.

But Jackson, with his conspiracy-obsessed bulletin board and his seedy
SF-fan computer-freak employees, is not "just a kid."  He is a publisher,
and he was battered by the police in the full light of national publicity,
under the shocked gaze of journalists, gaming fans, libertarian activists
and millionaire computer entrepreneurs, many of whom were not "deterred,"
but genuinely aghast.

"What," reasons the author, "is to prevent the Secret Service from carting
off my word-processor as 'evidence' of some non-existent crime?"

"What would I do," thinks the small-press owner, "if someone took my
laser-printer?"

Hence the establishment of the Electronic Frontier Foundation.

Steve Jackson was provided with a high-powered lawyer specializing in
Constitutional freedom-of-the-press issues.  Faced with this, a markedly
un-contrite Secret Service returned Jackson's machinery, after months of
delay - some of it broken, with valuable data lost.  Jackson sustained many
thousands of dollars in business losses, from failure to meet deadlines and
loss of computer-assisted production.

Half the employees of Steve Jackson Games were sorrowfully laid-off.  Some
had been with the company for years - not statistics, these people, not
"hackers" of any stripe, but bystanders, citizens, deprived of their
livelihoods by the zealousness of the March 1 seizure.  Some have since
been re-hired - perhaps all will be, if Jackson can pull his company out of
its now persistent financial hole.  Devastated by the raid, the company
would surely have collapsed in short order - but SJG's distributors,
touched by the company's plight and feeling some natural subcultural
solidarity, advanced him money to scrape along.

In retrospect, it is hard to see much good for anyone at all in the
activities of March 1.  Perhaps the Jackson case has served as a warning
light for trouble in our legal system; but that's not much recompense for
Jackson himself.  His own unsought fame may be helpful, but it doesn't do
much for his unemployed co-workers.  In the meantime, "hackers" have been
demonized as a national threat.  "Cyberpunk," a literary term, has become a
synonym for computer criminal.  The cyber-police have leapt where angels
fear to tread.  And the phone companies have badly overstated their case
and deeply embarrassed their protectors.

Sixteen months later, Steve Jackson suspects he may yet pull through.
Illuminati is still on-line.  GURPS Cyberpunk, while it failed to match
Satanic Verses, sold fairly briskly.  And Steve Jackson Games headquarters,
the site of the raid, was the site of a Cyberspace Weenie Roast to launch
an Austin Chapter of The Electronic Frontier Foundation.