From gmw1@cunixd.cc.columbia.edu Tue Apr 11 18:30:05 1989
From: gmw1@cunixd.cc.columbia.edu (Gabe M Wiener)
Subject: Sixty Minutes (long)
Keywords: heard it, computer, chuckle
Date: 11 Apr 89 23:30:05 GMT

I wish I could remember where this came from, but I've had it lingering around
my various computer systems since 1982 or so.
(Taken from the BBS of Roger Kaplan, who is probably not the author)
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THIS IS CBS...

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CUT TO:
Man being strapped into electric chair: "But all those boys WANTED to
        die!  I could tell from looking into their eyes.  I was just trying to
        be NICE to them!"

CUT TO:
Airline Mechanic: "Sure we use Crazy-Glue all the time for these here
        engine mounts.  Save a fortune that way..."

CUT TO:
Man at computer terminal being jumped by twelve policemen:
        "But all I was doing was playing ZORK!  I don't unders...."

CUT TO:
Dan Rather:   I'm Dan Rather.

Morley Safer:  And I'm Morley Safer.  Welcome to another edition of
                        Sixty Minutes.

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Announcer Voiceover:  Sixty Minutes, brought to you by:

Voiceover #2:  IBM, putting ideas to work for people.

AV:  And by:

Voiceover #3:  Stay-Free Maxi Pads, for the ultimate in feminine
                        protection.


--- PLACE COMMERCIAL HERE ---


Morley Safer:  Good Evening.
        Tonight, Sixty Minutes is breaking with out usual free-form
        format to present a special edition concerning the truly heinous
        crimes that have come to our attention in recent months.

Dan Rather:  We will look at the story of Billy Joe Kupertino, who murdered
        27 young boys after sexually molesting them with Tootsie Roll Pops
        and Trix cereal.

MS:  And the story of shoddy workmanship at Herb's Airlines, which was
        responsible for the deaths of more than 3,000 people in the recent
        Hollywood Bowl crash of an elongated jumbo jet.

DR:  But first, a story so unbelievable, so incredibly bizarre and hideous,
        that the Sixty Minutes staff, used to horror in real life, was
        completely shocked by what we learned.  It involves a massive
        Department of Defense computer network, national security, and
        high school students.  It also strikes right to the bone of the
        American way and apple pie.

MS:  We call this story the TELENET TERROR, and you'll soon see why...


CUT TO:
Extreme close-up of IMP display register.  Lights flashing.  Gradually
the camera pulls back to reveal the entire unit.  There is scribbled
graffiti all over the gray outside cover, including such anecdotes as
"CBS SUCKS" and "FREE PAT PAULSON".

MS:  This is an IMP, not the sprightly little character you read about
        as a child, this IMP is Satin incarnate himself.

DR:  Standing for Interface Message Processor, the IMP is a specialized
        minicomputer, with ENORMOUS processing power.

MS:  Yes, this device could add up a series of 200 fourteen digit numbers
        faster than you could say "Neilson Rating".

DR:  At least one of these devices sits in every missile base, military
        research establishment, and many private firms, universities,
        and other subversive organizations.

MS:  And they are all linked together by these thin cables here (holds up
        twisted pair of red and white cable leading to clock radio on desk)
        to form the most insidious NETWORK of computers ever dreamed
        of in the worst of our nightmares.

DR:  This is the TELENET.  Operated by a little known organization in the
        Dept. of Defense, this network, originally designed as a research
        and development tool, has become the toy of high school students
        and the right hand of subversive organizations throughout the
        country.

MS:  We first learned of this incredible story when a twelve year old boy
        called the Sixty Minutes staff complaining that he was no longer able
        to play his favorite computer game, called ZORK, due to the
        implementation of something called TIP LOGIN in his area.  We
        sensed a big story immediately, and put the full resources of CBS
        behind the investigation.  What we learned was truly incredible.
        After a series of interviews with high-school students around the
        country, we learned that 83% of the computer club high school
        students in the United States regularly use and abuse the TELENET.
        This was a larger percentage, by the way, than had passed puberty.

DR:  And their power and influence over the department of defense could
        hardly be underestimated.  This tape should demonstrate.

CUT TO VIDEOTAPE

Wimpy High School Kid:  Yeah, I've just dialed the TIP phone number,
        and now I've put the phone into this modem.

DR:  What is a "MODEM" ?

Kid:  It stands for Modus Operandi Device for Evil Motives.

DR:  Oh.

Kid:  Now  I have to log into the TIP.  Let's see now, which name should I
        use?  Oh, here's a good one (as he refers to a long list written on the
        back of a bubblegum wrapper).

        KID TYPES ON MODEL 33 TTY:

        Login Carter, Peanut

        TIP Server replies:  @

Kid:  There.  All done.

DR:  That's all there is to it?

Kid:  Yep.  Now we can have some REAL fun.

DR:  What are you going to do?

Kid:  Well, watch this.

        @O 2827300098000-C

        Open T R


        NORAD-TENEX 1.32.1

        @log guest
        Account: ARPA
        Password: ARPA

        GUEST logged in

        @ LAUNCH

NORTH AMERICAN AIR DEFENSE COMMAND
MISSILE LAUNCHING CONTROL PROGRAM
ENTER ? FOR HELP

        --> S(ET TARGET)
                LATITUDE:  40 deg 43 min N
                LONGITUDE:  74 deg 1 min W

                        TARGET CONFIRMED:
                        LOCATION:  NEW YORK CITY

        --> M(EGATONS): 50
        --> L(AUNCH TIME):  NOW

        [CONFIRM]

        READY FOR LAUNCH


DR:  Uh, you are kidding with this, aren't you?

Kid:  What?  Me worry?


        [ENTER CLEARANCE CODE FOR LAUNCH]
        --> FOO

        LAUNCH PROCEEDING

                MISSILE IN POSITION
                IGNITION:  SUCCESSFUL
                MISSILE IS AIRBORNE

        THANK YOU FOR A SUCCESSFUL LAUNCH.  WHILE YOU ARE
        WAITING FOR IMPACT, HOW ABOUT A GAME OF ADVENTURE?


DR:  What is this "Adventure"?

Kid:  We won't bother with that, I already got all the main points.

DR:  This is some sort of simulation, right?

Kid:  Oh no.  This is real.  I never DID like New York.

DR:  Well, this is horrible.  Is there any way to stop it?

Kid:  Well, yeah.  If you really want to.

DR:  Please.  My paychecks come from New York.

Kid:  Aw shucks.  OK


        IMPACT IN 15 SECONDS
        10 9 8 7 6

        ^C

        ^C

        @ ABORT
        @ LOGOUT

        GUEST logged out


Kid:  There.  All over.

DR:  Excuse me, I think I wet my pants.


CUT TO DAN RATHER

DR:  Well folks, you saw it.  A twelve year old boy almost obliterated
        New York City with a 50 megaton nuclear blast.

MS:  Yes, and imagine what he might have done if he were angry!

DR:  Too bad he can't just hit ABC with a small tactical nuclear...

MS:  Dan!

DR:  I was just kidding, Morley.  Haw haw haw.

MS:  You sound like Tom Snyder.

DR:  Maybe we could get him with the same blast.

MS:  Let's be serious, Dan.

DR:  Yes.  Well.  Ahem.  We decided to go directly to the top when we
        realized how serious the situation was.  We went directly to
        the home of Senator Proxmire in Washington, D.C.


CUT TO VIDEOTAPE

MS:  Here we are at the home of Senator Proxmire, the developer of the
        famous Golden Fleece Award, given to those government
        agencies that have done the most to waste the taxpayers' money.

        (Dan and Morley walk up to door and ring doorbell)

        (Doorbell rings to tune of "Funeral Dirge")

Seven Year Old Child:  Hello?

DR:  Hello.  We're here from Sixty Minutes.  Is your daddy home?

Child:  Yeah.  He's home.  Come on in.

        (They enter)

        (Senator Proxmire is sitting at the kitchen table hunched before
        a Silent 700 terminal.  He is cursing under his breath....)

Proxmire:  God DAMN IT!  I just DON'T see how to get around this snake.

Child:  Daddy!  Someone's here for yo....

P:  Shut up, squirt.  Can't you see I'm busy?  Hmmm.  Now maybe if I
        eat the bird as a snack....

DR:  Senator?  This is Dan Rather of Sixty Minutes....

MS:  And I'm his lovable sidekick, Morley Safer.

P:  HUH?  Yes.  Uh.  (He reaches behind his back and covertly attempts
        to remove the phone from a Radio Shack modem and hang
        it up.)

DR:  We're here in connection with out TELENET inquiry, Sir.

P:  Oh yes.  Well, since your office called, I've had my staff investigating
        this whole matter.  And I was shocked.  Simply shocked!  (As he
        (speaks, he is rolling up the output from the terminal and
        crumpling it into a little ball).

MS:  Sir, what do you intend to do about this situation?

P:  Well, uh, it appears to be a very, very complex matter.  Uh, we don't
        want to jump to any, uh, conclusions about this type of thing.
        After all, National Security IS at stake here, ya' know.

DR:  Yes, Sir.  But I thought you said you were shocked.

P:  Well, er, yes.

Child:  Daddy, can I play ZORK now?

P:  Get the HELL away from here kid;   you bother me.

DR:  Did he say ZORK?

MS:  Did he say ZOOORRRRRRKKKKKK?

P:  No, he said, uh, Mork.  That's it, he said "Mork".  It's a new game
        based on that "Mork and Mindy" show.  You've seen it?

MS:  I'm afraid not, sir.  I believe it's on a competing network.

P:  Oh, well.  Whatever, I don't....

Child:  Daddy!  I want to get more ZORKmids.

P:  Will you PLEASE get away from here.  Go to your room and play with
        your blue box.

Child:  OK, Daddy.  (Child exits)

DR:  Now Senator, if you will....

P:  My how time flies.  I just realized that I have an important meeting
        on the hill.  Can't waste taxpayers' money, you know.  Gotta
        get going.

MS:  But Senator!  What about the TELENET issue?  We are very
        concerned.

P:  Oh yes.  Well, I suggest you just drop the whole issue.  You know,
        hush it up.

DR:  You can't be serious.  ARPANETGATE?

P:  Well, whatever you call it.  I have to leave now, gentlemen, let
        me show you to the door.

CUT TO DAN AND MORLEY

DR:  Confused?  Not half as much as we were.  Our meeting with the
        Senator caused more questions than it answered.

MS:  And we were no closer to understanding the issue then we
        were at the beginning.

DR:  We've decided to continue the investigation at another time,
        when more information is available.  We certainly do not
        want to unjustly condemn a whole project simply based on
        a few minor transgressions such as the ones we've seen.

MS:  (whispers)  Dan, C'mon.  It's time for today's SF-LOVERS
        digest.

DR:  (whispers)  Right, Morley.

DR:  We'll be back in the near future with more on this important
        issue.

        (Both rush from stage.  Dan's lapel microphone rips off and
        falls to the floor, taking a chunk of lapel with it.  Stage is
        empty.  Stagehand rushes out, stares incredulously at the
        camera for a moment, then starts waving his arms madly.
        We see a burst of color bars accompanied by a steady tone,
        and then....)

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Gabe Wiener		Columbia University
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