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Chapter 7
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This chapter is dedicated1 to New York City's Books of Wonder, the old-est and largest kids' bookstore in Manhattan. They're located just a fewblocks away from Tor Books' offices in the Flatiron Building and everytime I drop in to meet with the Tor people, I always sneak2 away to Booksof Wonder to peruse3 their stock of new, used and rare kids' books. I'm aheavy collector of rare editions of Alice in Wonderland, and Books ofWonder never fails to excite me with some beautiful, limited-editionAlice. They have tons of events for kids and one of the most inviting4 at-mospheres I've ever experienced at a bookstore.
Books of Wonder: 18 West 18th St, New York, NY 10011 USA +1 212989 3270They took me outside and around the corner, to a waiting unmarkedpolice car. It wasn't like anyone in that neighborhood would have had ahard time figuring out that it was a cop-car, though. Only police drivebig Crown Victorias now that gas had hit seven bucks5 a gallon. What'smore, only cops could double-park in the middle of Van Ness streetwithout getting towed by the schools of predatory tow-operators thatcircled endlessly, ready to enforce San Francisco's incomprehensibleparking regulations and collect a bounty6 for kidnapping your car.
Booger blew his nose. I was sitting in the back seat, and so was he. Hispartner was sitting in the front, typing with one finger on an ancient,ruggedized laptop that looked like Fred Flintstone had been its originalowner.
Booger looked closely at my ID again. "We just want to ask you a fewroutine questions.""Can I see your badges?" I said. These guys were clearly cops, but itcouldn't hurt to let them know I knew my rights.
Booger flashed his badge at me too fast for me to get a good look at it,but Zit in the front seat gave me a long look at his. I got their division91number and memorized the four-digit badge number. It was easy: 1337is also the way hackers7 write "leet," or "elite9."They were both being very polite and neither of them was trying to in-timidate me the way that the DHS had done when I was in their custody10.
"Am I under arrest?""You've been momentarily detained so that we can ensure your safetyand the general public safety," Booger said.
He passed my driver's license11 up to Zit, who pecked it slowly into hiscomputer. I saw him make a typo and almost corrected him, but figuredit was better to just keep my mouth shut.
"Is there anything you want to tell me, Marcus? Do they call youMarc?""Marcus is fine," I said. Booger looked like he might be a nice guy. Ex-cept for the part about kidnapping me into his car, of course.
"Marcus. Anything you want to tell me?""Like what? Am I under arrest?""You're not under arrest right now," Booger said. "Would you like tobe?""No," I said.
"Good. We've been watching you since you left the BART. Your FastPass says that you've been riding to a lot of strange places at a lot offunny hours."I felt something let go inside my chest. This wasn't about the Xnet atall, then, not really. They'd been watching my subway use and wanted toknow why it had been so freaky lately. How totally stupid.
"So you guys follow everyone who comes out of the BART station witha funny ride-history? You must be busy.""Not everyone, Marcus. We get an alert when anyone with an uncom-mon ride profile comes out and that helps us assess whether we want toinvestigate. In your case, we came along because we wanted to knowwhy a smart-looking kid like you had such a funny ride profile?"Now that I knew I wasn't about to go to jail, I was getting pissed.
These guys had no business spying on me — Christ, the BART had nobusiness helping12 them to spy on me. Where the hell did my subway passget off on finking me out for having a "nonstandard ride pattern?""I think I'd like to be arrested now," I said.
92Booger sat back and raised his eyebrow13 at me.
"Really? On what charge?""Oh, you mean riding public transit14 in a nonstandard way isn't acrime?"Zit closed his eyes and scrubbed them with his thumbs.
Booger sighed a put-upon sigh. "Look, Marcus, we're on your sidehere. We use this system to catch bad guys. To catch terrorists and drugdealers. Maybe you're a drug dealer15 yourself. Pretty good way to getaround the city, a Fast Pass. Anonymous16.""What's wrong with anonymous? It was good enough for Thomas Jef-ferson. And by the way, am I under arrest?""Let's take him home," Zit said. "We can talk to his parents.""I think that's a great idea," I said. "I'm sure my parents will be anxiousto hear how their tax dollars are being spent —"I'd pushed it too far. Booger had been reaching for the door handle butnow he whirled on me, all Hulked out and throbbing17 veins18. "Why don'tyou shut up right now, while it's still an option? After everything that'shappened in the past two weeks, it wouldn't kill you to cooperate withus. You know what, maybe we should arrest you. You can spend a day ortwo in jail while your lawyer looks for you. A lot can happen in thattime. A lot. How'd you like that?"I didn't say anything. I'd been giddy and angry. Now I was scaredwitless.
"I'm sorry," I managed, hating myself again for saying it.
Booger got in the front seat and Zit put the car in gear, cruising up24th Street and over Potrero Hill. They had my address from my ID.
Mom answered the door after they rang the bell, leaving the chain on.
She peeked19 around it, saw me and said, "Marcus? Who are these men?""Police," Booger said. He showed her his badge, letting her get a goodlook at it — not whipping it away the way he had with me. "Can wecome in?"Mom closed the door and took the chain off and let them in. Theybrought me in and Mom gave the three of us one of her looks.
"What's this about?"93Booger pointed20 at me. "We wanted to ask your son some routine ques-tions about his movements, but he declined to answer them. We felt itmight be best to bring him here.""Is he under arrest?" Mom's accent was coming on strong. Good oldMom.
"Are you a United States citizen, ma'am?" Zit said.
She gave him a look that could have stripped paint. "I shore am,hyuck," she said, in a broad southern accent. "Am I under arrest?"The two cops exchanged a look.
Zit took the fore21. "We seem to have gotten off to a bad start. We identi-fied your son as someone with a nonstandard public transit usage pat-tern, as part of a new pro-active enforcement program. When we spotpeople whose travels are unusual, or that match a suspicious profile, weinvestigate further.""Wait," Mom said. "How do you know how my son uses the Muni?""The Fast Pass," he said. "It tracks voyages.""I see," Mom said, folding her arms. Folding her arms was a bad sign.
It was bad enough she hadn't offered them a cup of tea — in Mom-land,that was practically like making them shout through the mail-slot — butonce she folded her arms, it was not going to end well for them. At thatmoment, I wanted to go and buy her a big bunch of flowers.
"Marcus here declined to tell us why his movements had been whatthey were.""Are you saying you think my son is a terrorist because of how herides the bus?""Terrorists aren't the only bad guys we catch this way," Zit said. "Drugdealers. Gang kids. Even shoplifters smart enough to hit a differentneighborhood with every run.""You think my son is a drug dealer?""We're not saying that —" Zit began. Mom clapped her hands at him toshut him up.
"Marcus, please pass me your backpack."I did.
Mom unzipped it and looked through it, turning her back to us first.
94"Officers, I can now affirm that there are no narcotics22, explosives, orshoplifted gewgaws in my son's bag. I think we're done here. I wouldlike your badge numbers before you go, please."Booger sneered23 at her. "Lady, the ACLU is suing three hundred copson the SFPD, you're going to have to get in line."Mom made me a cup of tea and then chewed me out for eating dinnerwhen I knew that she'd been making falafel. Dad came home while wewere still at the table and Mom and I took turns telling him the story. Heshook his head.
"Lillian, they were just doing their jobs." He was still wearing the blueblazer and khakis he wore on the days that he was consulting in SiliconValley. "The world isn't the same place it was last week."Mom set down her teacup. "Drew, you're being ridiculous. Your son isnot a terrorist. His use of the public transit system is not cause for a po-lice investigation24."Dad took off his blazer. "We do this all the time at my work. It's howcomputers can be used to find all kinds of errors, anomalies and out-comes. You ask the computer to create a profile of an average record in adatabase and then ask it to find out which records in the database arefurthest away from average. It's part of something called Bayesian ana-lysis and it's been around for centuries now. Without it, we couldn't dospam-filtering —""So you're saying that you think the police should suck as hard as myspam filter?" I said.
Dad never got angry at me for arguing with him, but tonight I couldsee the strain was running high in him. Still, I couldn't resist. My ownfather, taking the police's side!
"I'm saying that it's perfectly25 reasonable for the police to conduct theirinvestigations by starting with data-mining, and then following it upwith leg-work where a human being actually intervenes to see why theabnormality exists. I don't think that a computer should be telling the po-lice whom to arrest, just helping them sort through the haystack to find aneedle.""But by taking in all that data from the transit system, they're creatingthe haystack," I said. "That's a gigantic mountain of data and there's al-most nothing worth looking at there, from the police's point of view. It'sa total waste."95"I understand that you don't like that this system caused you some in-convenience, Marcus. But you of all people should appreciate the gravityof the situation. There was no harm done, was there? They even gaveyou a ride home."They threatened to send me to jail, I thought, but I could see there was nopoint in saying it.
"Besides, you still haven't told us where the blazing hells you've beento create such an unusual traffic pattern."That brought me up short.
"I thought you relied on my judgment26, that you didn't want to spy onme." He'd said this often enough. "Do you really want me to account forevery trip I've ever taken?"I hooked up my Xbox as soon as I got to my room. I'd bolted the pro-jector to the ceiling so that it could shine on the wall over my bed (I'dhad to take down my awesome28 mural of punk rock handbills I'd takendown off telephone poles and glued to big sheets of white paper).
I powered up the Xbox and watched as it came onto the screen. I wasgoing to email Van and Jolu to tell them about the hassles with the cops,but as I put my fingers to the keyboard, I stopped again.
A feeling crept over me, one not unlike the feeling I'd had when I real-ized that they'd turned poor old Salmagundi into a traitor29. This time, itwas the feeling that my beloved Xnet might be broadcasting the locationof every one of its users to the DHS.
It was what Dad had said: You ask the computer to create a profile of anaverage record in a database and then ask it to find out which records in thedatabase are furthest away from average.
The Xnet was secure because its users weren't directly connected to theInternet. They hopped30 from Xbox to Xbox until they found one that wasconnected to the Internet, then they injected their material as unde-cipherable, encrypted data. No one could tell which of the Internet'spackets were Xnet and which ones were just plain old banking31 and e-commerce and other encrypted communication. You couldn't find outwho was tying the Xnet, let alone who was using the Xnet.
But what about Dad's "Bayesian statistics?" I'd played with Bayesianmath before. Darryl and I once tried to write our own better spam filterand when you filter spam, you need Bayesian math. Thomas Bayes wasan 18th century British mathematician32 that no one care about until a96couple hundred years after he died, when computer scientists realizedthat his technique for statistically33 analyzing34 mountains of data would besuper-useful for the modern world's info-Himalayas.
Here's some of how Bayesian stats work. Say you've got a bunch ofspam. You take every word that's in the spam and count how manytimes it appears. This is called a "word frequency histogram" and it tellsyou what the probability is that any bag of words is likely to be spam.
Now, take a ton of email that's not spam — in the biz, they call that"ham" — and do the same.
Wait until a new email arrives and count the words that appear in it.
Then use the word-frequency histogram in the candidate message to cal-culate the probability that it belongs in the "spam" pile or the "ham" pile.
If it turns out to be spam, you adjust the "spam" histogram accordingly.
There are lots of ways to refine the technique — looking at words inpairs, throwing away old data — but this is how it works at core. It's oneof those great, simple ideas that seems obvious after you hear about it.
It's got lots of applications — you can ask a computer to count thelines in a picture and see if it's more like a "dog" line-frequency histo-gram or a "cat" line-frequency histogram. It can find porn, bank fraud,and flamewars. Useful stuff.
And it was bad news for the Xnet. Say you had the whole Internetwiretapped — which, of course, the DHS has. You can't tell who'spassing Xnet packets by looking at the contents of those packets, thanksto crypto.
What you can do is find out who is sending way, way more encryptedtraffic out than everyone else. For a normal Internet surfer, a session on-line is probably about 95 percent cleartext, five percent ciphertext. Ifsomeone is sending out 95 percent ciphertext, maybe you could dispatchthe computer-savvy equivalents of Booger and Zit to ask them if they'reterrorist drug-dealer Xnet users.
This happens all the time in China. Some smart dissident will get theidea of getting around the Great Firewall of China, which is used to cen-sor the whole country's Internet connection, by using an encrypted con-nection to a computer in some other country. Now, the Party there can'ttell what the dissident is surfing: maybe it's porn, or bomb-making in-structions, or dirty letters from his girlfriend in the Philippines, or polit-ical material, or good news about Scientology. They don't have to know.
All they have to know is that this guy gets way more encrypted trafficthan his neighbors. At that point, they send him to a forced labor35 camp97just to set an example so that everyone can see what happens to smart-asses.
So far, I was willing to bet that the Xnet was under the DHS's radar,but it wouldn't be the case forever. And after tonight, I wasn't sure that Iwas in any better shape than a Chinese dissident. I was putting all thepeople who signed onto the Xnet in jeopardy36. The law didn't care if youwere actually doing anything bad; they were willing to put you underthe microscope just for being statistically abnormal. And I couldn't evenstop it — now that the Xnet was running, it had a life of its own.
I was going to have to fix it some other way.
I wished I could talk to Jolu about this. He worked at an Internet Ser-vice Provider called Pigspleen Net that had hired him when he wastwelve, and he knew way more about the net than I did. If anyone knewhow to keep our butts37 out of jail, it would be him.
Luckily, Van and Jolu and I were planning to meet for coffee the nextnight at our favorite place in the Mission after school. Officially, it wasour weekly Harajuku Fun Madness team meeting, but with the gamecanceled and Darryl gone, it was pretty much just a weekly weep-fest,supplemented by about six phone-calls and IMs a day that went, "Areyou OK? Did it really happen?" It would be good to have something elseto talk about.
"You're out of your mind," Vanessa said. "Are you actually, totally,really, for-real crazy or what?"She had shown up in her girl's school uniform because she'd beenstuck going the long way home, all the way down to the San Mateobridge then back up into the city, on a shuttle-bus service that her schoolwas operating. She hated being seen in public in her gear, which wastotally Sailor Moon — a pleated skirt and a tunic38 and knee-socks. She'dbeen in a bad mood ever since she turned up at the cafe, which was fullof older, cooler, mopey emo art students who snickered into their latteswhen she turned up.
"What do you want me to do, Van?" I said. I was getting exasperatedmyself. School was unbearable39 now that the game wasn't on, now thatDarryl was missing. All day long, in my classes, I consoled myself withthe thought of seeing my team, what was left of it. Now we werefighting.
98"I want you to stop putting yourself at risk, M1k3y." The hairs on theback of my neck stood up. Sure, we always used our team handles atteam meetings, but now that my handle was also associated with myXnet use, it scared me to hear it said aloud in a public place.
"Don't use that name in public anymore," I snapped.
Van shook her head. "That's just what I'm taking about. You could endup going to jail for this, Marcus, and not just you. Lots of people. Afterwhat happened to Darryl —""I'm doing this for Darryl!" Art students swiveled to look at us and Ilowered my voice. "I'm doing this because the alternative is to let themget away with it all.""You think you're going to stop them? You're out of your mind.
They're the government.""It's still our country," I said. "We still have the right to do this."Van looked like she was going to cry. She took a couple of deepbreaths and stood up. "I can't do it, I'm sorry. I can't watch you do this.
It's like watching a car-wreck in slow motion. You're going to destroyyourself, and I love you too much to watch it happen."She bent40 down and gave me a fierce hug and a hard kiss on the cheekthat caught the edge of my mouth. "Take care of yourself, Marcus," shesaid. My mouth burned where her lips had pressed it. She gave Jolu thesame treatment, but square on the cheek. Then she left.
Jolu and I stared at each other after she'd gone.
I put my face in my hands. "Dammit," I said, finally.
Jolu patted me on the back and ordered me another latte. "It'll be OK,"he said.
"You'd think Van, of all people, would understand." Half of Van's fam-ily lived in North Korea. Her parents never forgot that they had all thosepeople living a crazy dictator, not able to escape to America, the way herparents had.
Jolu shrugged41. "Maybe that's why she's so freaked out. Because sheknows how dangerous it can get."I knew what he was talking about. Two of Van's uncles had gone tojail and had never reappeared.
"Yeah," I said.
"So how come you weren't on Xnet last night?"99I was grateful for the distraction42. I explained it all to him, the Bayesianstuff and my fear that we couldn't go on using Xnet the way we had beenwithout getting nabbed. He listened thoughtfully.
"I see what you're saying. The problem is that if there's too muchcrypto in someone's Internet connection, they'll stand out as unusual. Butif you don't encrypt, you'll make it easy for the bad guys to wiretap you.""Yeah," I said. "I've been trying to figure it out all day. Maybe we couldslow the connection down, spread it out over more peoples' accounts —""Won't work," he said. "To get it slow enough to vanish into the noise,you'd have to basically shut down the network, which isn't an option.""You're right," I said. "But what else can we do?""What if we changed the definition of normal?"And that was why Jolu got hired to work at Pigspleen when he was 12.
Give him a problem with two bad solutions and he'd figure out a thirdtotally different solution based on throwing away all your assumptions. Inodded vigorously. "Go on, tell me.""What if the average San Francisco Internet user had a lot more cryptoin his average day on the Internet? If we could change the split so it'smore like fifty-fifty cleartext to ciphertext, then the users that supply theXnet would just look like normal.""But how do we do that? People just don't care enough about their pri-vacy to surf the net through an encrypted link. They don't see why itmatters if eavesdroppers know what they're googling for.""Yeah, but web-pages are small amounts of traffic. If we got people toroutinely download a few giant encrypted files every day, that wouldcreate as much ciphertext as thousands of web-pages.""You're talking about indienet," I said.
"You got it," he said.
indienet — all lower case, always — was the thing that made Pigs-pleen Net into one of the most successful independent ISPs in the world.
Back when the major record labels started suing their fans for download-ing their music, a lot of the independent labels and their artists wereaghast. How can you make money by suing your customers?
Pigspleen's founder43 had the answer: she opened up a deal for any actthat wanted to work with their fans instead of fighting them. Give Pigs-pleen a license to distribute your music to its customers and it wouldgive you a share of the subscription44 fees based on how popular your100music was. For an indie artist, the big problem isn't piracy45, it's obscurity:
no one even cares enough about your tunes47 to steal 'em.
It worked. Hundreds of independent acts and labels signed up withPigspleen, and the more music there was, the more fans switched to get-ting their Internet service from Pigspleen, and the more money there wasfor the artists. Inside of a year, the ISP had a hundred thousand new cus-tomers and now it had a million — more than half the broadband con-nections in the city.
"An overhaul48 of the indienet code has been on my plate for monthsnow," Jolu said. "The original programs were written really fast and dirtyand they could be made a lot more efficient with a little work. But I justhaven't had the time. One of the high-marked to-do items has been to en-crypt the connections, just because Trudy likes it that way." Trudy Doowas the founder of Pigspleen. She was an old time San Francisco punklegend, the singer/front-woman of the anarcho-feminist band Speed-whores, and she was crazy about privacy. I could totally believe thatshe'd want her music service encrypted on general principles.
"Will it be hard? I mean, how long would it take?""Well, there's tons of crypto code for free online, of course," Jolu said.
He was doing the thing he did when he was digging into a meaty codeproblem — getting that faraway look, drumming his palms on the table,making the coffee slosh into the saucers. I wanted to laugh — everythingmight be destroyed and crap and scary, but Jolu would write that code.
"Can I help?"He looked at me. "What, you don't think I can manage it?""What?""I mean, you did this whole Xnet thing without even telling me.
Without talking to me. I kind of thought that you didn't need my helpwith this stuff."I was brought up short. "What?" I said again. Jolu was looking reallysteamed now. It was clear that this had been eating him for a long time.
"Jolu —"He looked at me and I could see that he was furious. How had Imissed this? God, I was such an idiot sometimes. "Look dude, it's not abig deal —" by which he clearly meant that it was a really big deal "— it'sjust that you know, you never even asked. I hate the DHS. Darryl was myfriend too. I could have really helped with it."101I wanted to stick my head between my knees. "Listen Jolu, that wasreally stupid of me. I did it at like two in the morning. I was just crazywhen it was happening. I —" I couldn't explain it. Yeah, he was right,and that was the problem. It had been two in the morning but I couldhave talked to Jolu about it the next day or the next. I hadn't because I'dknown what he'd say — that it was an ugly hack8, that I needed to think itthrough better. Jolu was always figuring out how to turn my 2 AM ideasinto real code, but the stuff that he came out with was always a little dif-ferent from what I'd come up with. I'd wanted the project for myself. I'dgotten totally into being M1k3y.
"I'm sorry," I said at last. "I'm really, really sorry. You're totally right. Ijust got freaked out and did something stupid. I really need your help. Ican't make this work without you.""You mean it?""Of course I mean it," I said. "You're the best coder I know. You're agoddamned genius, Jolu. I would be honored if you'd help me with this."He drummed his fingers some more. "It's just — You know. You're theleader. Van's the smart one. Darryl was… He was your second-in-com-mand, the guy who had it all organized, who watched the details. Beingthe programmer, that was my thing. It felt like you were saying youdidn't need me.""Oh man, I am such an idiot. Jolu, you're the best-qualified person Iknow to do this. I'm really, really, really —""All right, already. Stop. Fine. I believe you. We're all really screwedup right now. So yeah, of course you can help. We can probably evenpay you — I've got a little budget for contract programmers.""Really?" No one had ever paid me for writing code.
"Sure. You're probably good enough to be worth it." He grinned andslugged me in the shoulder. Jolu's really easy-going most of the time,which is why he'd freaked me out so much.
I paid for the coffees and we went out. I called my parents and letthem know what I was doing. Jolu's mom insisted on making us sand-wiches. We locked ourselves in his room with his computer and the codefor indienet and we embarked49 on one of the great all-time marathon pro-gramming sessions. Once Jolu's family went to bed around 11:30, wewere able to kidnap the coffee-machine up to his room and go IV withour magic coffee bean supply.
102If you've never programmed a computer, you should. There's nothinglike it in the whole world. When you program a computer, it does exactlywhat you tell it to do. It's like designing a machine — any machine, like acar, like a faucet50, like a gas-hinge for a door — using math and instruc-tions. It's awesome in the truest sense: it can fill you with awe27.
A computer is the most complicated machine you'll ever use. It's madeof billions of micro-miniaturized transistors51 that can be configured to runany program you can imagine. But when you sit down at the keyboardand write a line of code, those transistors do what you tell them to.
Most of us will never build a car. Pretty much none of us will ever cre-ate an aviation system. Design a building. Lay out a city.
Those are complicated machines, those things, and they're off-limits tothe likes of you and me. But a computer is like, ten times more complic-ated, and it will dance to any tune46 you play. You can learn to writesimple code in an afternoon. Start with a language like Python, whichwas written to give non-programmers an easier way to make the ma-chine dance to their tune. Even if you only write code for one day, oneafternoon, you have to do it. Computers can control you or they canlighten your work — if you want to be in charge of your machines, youhave to learn to write code.
We wrote a lot of code that night.

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1 dedicated duHzy2     
adj.一心一意的;献身的;热诚的
参考例句:
  • He dedicated his life to the cause of education.他献身于教育事业。
  • His whole energies are dedicated to improve the design.他的全部精力都放在改进这项设计上了。
2 sneak vr2yk     
vt.潜行(隐藏,填石缝);偷偷摸摸做;n.潜行;adj.暗中进行
参考例句:
  • He raised his spear and sneak forward.他提起长矛悄悄地前进。
  • I saw him sneak away from us.我看见他悄悄地从我们身边走开。
3 peruse HMXxT     
v.细读,精读
参考例句:
  • We perused the company's financial statements for the past five years.我们翻阅了公司过去5年来的财务报表。
  • Please peruse this report at your leisure.请在空暇时细读这篇报道。
4 inviting CqIzNp     
adj.诱人的,引人注目的
参考例句:
  • An inviting smell of coffee wafted into the room.一股诱人的咖啡香味飘进了房间。
  • The kitchen smelled warm and inviting and blessedly familiar.这间厨房的味道温暖诱人,使人感到亲切温馨。
5 bucks a391832ce78ebbcfc3ed483cc6d17634     
n.雄鹿( buck的名词复数 );钱;(英国十九世纪初的)花花公子;(用于某些表达方式)责任v.(马等)猛然弓背跃起( buck的第三人称单数 );抵制;猛然震荡;马等尥起后蹄跳跃
参考例句:
  • They cost ten bucks. 这些值十元钱。
  • They are hunting for bucks. 他们正在猎雄兔。 来自《简明英汉词典》
6 bounty EtQzZ     
n.慷慨的赠予物,奖金;慷慨,大方;施与
参考例句:
  • He is famous for his bounty to the poor.他因对穷人慷慨相助而出名。
  • We received a bounty from the government.我们收到政府给予的一笔补助金。
7 hackers dc5d6e5c0ffd6d1cd249286ced098382     
n.计算机迷( hacker的名词复数 );私自存取或篡改电脑资料者,电脑“黑客”
参考例句:
  • They think of viruses that infect an organization from the outside.They envision hackers breaking into their information vaults. 他们考虑来自外部的感染公司的病毒,他们设想黑客侵入到信息宝库中。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Arranging a meeting with the hackers took weeks againoff-again email exchanges. 通过几星期电子邮件往来安排见面,他们最终同意了。 来自互联网
8 hack BQJz2     
n.劈,砍,出租马车;v.劈,砍,干咳
参考例句:
  • He made a hack at the log.他朝圆木上砍了一下。
  • Early settlers had to hack out a clearing in the forest where they could grow crops.早期移民不得不在森林里劈出空地种庄稼。
9 elite CqzxN     
n.精英阶层;实力集团;adj.杰出的,卓越的
参考例句:
  • The power elite inside the government is controlling foreign policy.政府内部的一群握有实权的精英控制着对外政策。
  • We have a political elite in this country.我们国家有一群政治精英。
10 custody Qntzd     
n.监护,照看,羁押,拘留
参考例句:
  • He spent a week in custody on remand awaiting sentence.等候判决期间他被还押候审一个星期。
  • He was taken into custody immediately after the robbery.抢劫案发生后,他立即被押了起来。
11 license B9TzU     
n.执照,许可证,特许;v.许可,特许
参考例句:
  • The foreign guest has a license on the person.这个外国客人随身携带执照。
  • The driver was arrested for having false license plates on his car.司机由于使用假车牌而被捕。
12 helping 2rGzDc     
n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的,辅助的
参考例句:
  • The poor children regularly pony up for a second helping of my hamburger. 那些可怜的孩子们总是要求我把我的汉堡包再给他们一份。
  • By doing this, they may at times be helping to restore competition. 这样一来, 他在某些时候,有助于竞争的加强。
13 eyebrow vlOxk     
n.眉毛,眉
参考例句:
  • Her eyebrow is well penciled.她的眉毛画得很好。
  • With an eyebrow raised,he seemed divided between surprise and amusement.他一只眉毛扬了扬,似乎既感到吃惊,又觉有趣。
14 transit MglzVT     
n.经过,运输;vt.穿越,旋转;vi.越过
参考例句:
  • His luggage was lost in transit.他的行李在运送中丢失。
  • The canal can transit a total of 50 ships daily.这条运河每天能通过50条船。
15 dealer GyNxT     
n.商人,贩子
参考例句:
  • The dealer spent hours bargaining for the painting.那个商人为购买那幅画花了几个小时讨价还价。
  • The dealer reduced the price for cash down.这家商店对付现金的人减价优惠。
16 anonymous lM2yp     
adj.无名的;匿名的;无特色的
参考例句:
  • Sending anonymous letters is a cowardly act.寄匿名信是懦夫的行为。
  • The author wishes to remain anonymous.作者希望姓名不公开。
17 throbbing 8gMzA0     
a. 跳动的,悸动的
参考例句:
  • My heart is throbbing and I'm shaking. 我的心在猛烈跳动,身子在不住颤抖。
  • There was a throbbing in her temples. 她的太阳穴直跳。
18 veins 65827206226d9e2d78ea2bfe697c6329     
n.纹理;矿脉( vein的名词复数 );静脉;叶脉;纹理
参考例句:
  • The blood flows from the capillaries back into the veins. 血从毛细血管流回静脉。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I felt a pleasant glow in all my veins from the wine. 喝过酒后我浑身的血都热烘烘的,感到很舒服。 来自《简明英汉词典》
19 peeked c7b2fdc08abef3a4f4992d9023ed9bb8     
v.很快地看( peek的过去式和过去分词 );偷看;窥视;微露出
参考例句:
  • She peeked over the top of her menu. 她从菜单上往外偷看。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • On two occasions she had peeked at him through a crack in the wall. 她曾两次透过墙缝窥视他。 来自辞典例句
20 pointed Il8zB4     
adj.尖的,直截了当的
参考例句:
  • He gave me a very sharp pointed pencil.他给我一支削得非常尖的铅笔。
  • She wished to show Mrs.John Dashwood by this pointed invitation to her brother.她想通过对达茨伍德夫人提出直截了当的邀请向她的哥哥表示出来。
21 fore ri8xw     
adv.在前面;adj.先前的;在前部的;n.前部
参考例句:
  • Your seat is in the fore part of the aircraft.你的座位在飞机的前部。
  • I have the gift of fore knowledge.我能够未卜先知。
22 narcotics 6c5fe7d3dc96f0626f1c875799f8ddb1     
n.麻醉药( narcotic的名词复数 );毒品;毒
参考例句:
  • The use of narcotics by teenagers is a problem in many countries. 青少年服用麻醉药在许多国家中都是一个问题。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • Police shook down the club, looking for narcotics. 警方彻底搜查了这个俱乐部,寻找麻醉品。 来自《简明英汉词典》
23 sneered 0e3b5b35e54fb2ad006040792a867d9f     
讥笑,冷笑( sneer的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He sneered at people who liked pop music. 他嘲笑喜欢流行音乐的人。
  • It's very discouraging to be sneered at all the time. 成天受嘲讽是很令人泄气的。
24 investigation MRKzq     
n.调查,调查研究
参考例句:
  • In an investigation,a new fact became known, which told against him.在调查中新发现了一件对他不利的事实。
  • He drew the conclusion by building on his own investigation.他根据自己的调查研究作出结论。
25 perfectly 8Mzxb     
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地
参考例句:
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
26 judgment e3xxC     
n.审判;判断力,识别力,看法,意见
参考例句:
  • The chairman flatters himself on his judgment of people.主席自认为他审视人比别人高明。
  • He's a man of excellent judgment.他眼力过人。
27 awe WNqzC     
n.敬畏,惊惧;vt.使敬畏,使惊惧
参考例句:
  • The sight filled us with awe.这景色使我们大为惊叹。
  • The approaching tornado struck awe in our hearts.正在逼近的龙卷风使我们惊恐万分。
28 awesome CyCzdV     
adj.令人惊叹的,难得吓人的,很好的
参考例句:
  • The church in Ireland has always exercised an awesome power.爱尔兰的教堂一直掌握着令人敬畏的权力。
  • That new white convertible is totally awesome.那辆新的白色折篷汽车简直棒极了.
29 traitor GqByW     
n.叛徒,卖国贼
参考例句:
  • The traitor was finally found out and put in prison.那个卖国贼终于被人发现并被监禁了起来。
  • He was sold out by a traitor and arrested.他被叛徒出卖而被捕了。
30 hopped 91b136feb9c3ae690a1c2672986faa1c     
跳上[下]( hop的过去式和过去分词 ); 单足蹦跳; 齐足(或双足)跳行; 摘葎草花
参考例句:
  • He hopped onto a car and wanted to drive to town. 他跳上汽车想开向市区。
  • He hopped into a car and drove to town. 他跳进汽车,向市区开去。
31 banking aySz20     
n.银行业,银行学,金融业
参考例句:
  • John is launching his son on a career in banking.约翰打算让儿子在银行界谋一个新职位。
  • He possesses an extensive knowledge of banking.他具有广博的银行业务知识。
32 mathematician aoPz2p     
n.数学家
参考例句:
  • The man with his back to the camera is a mathematician.背对着照相机的人是位数学家。
  • The mathematician analyzed his figures again.这位数学家再次分析研究了他的这些数字。
33 statistically Yuxwa     
ad.根据统计数据来看,从统计学的观点来看
参考例句:
  • The sample of building permits is larger and therefore, statistically satisfying. 建筑许可数的样本比较大,所以统计数据更令人满意。
  • The results of each test would have to be statistically independent. 每次试验的结果在统计上必须是独立的。
34 analyzing be408cc8d92ec310bb6260bc127c162b     
v.分析;分析( analyze的现在分词 );分解;解释;对…进行心理分析n.分析
参考例句:
  • Analyzing the date of some socialist countries presents even greater problem s. 分析某些社会主义国家的统计数据,暴露出的问题甚至更大。 来自辞典例句
  • He undoubtedly was not far off the mark in analyzing its predictions. 当然,他对其预测所作的分析倒也八九不离十。 来自辞典例句
35 labor P9Tzs     
n.劳动,努力,工作,劳工;分娩;vi.劳动,努力,苦干;vt.详细分析;麻烦
参考例句:
  • We are never late in satisfying him for his labor.我们从不延误付给他劳动报酬。
  • He was completely spent after two weeks of hard labor.艰苦劳动两周后,他已经疲惫不堪了。
36 jeopardy H3dxd     
n.危险;危难
参考例句:
  • His foolish behaviour may put his whole future in jeopardy.他愚蠢的行为可能毁了他一生的前程。
  • It is precisely at this juncture that the boss finds himself in double jeopardy.恰恰在这个关键时刻,上司发现自己处于进退两难的境地。
37 butts 3da5dac093efa65422cbb22af4588c65     
笑柄( butt的名词复数 ); (武器或工具的)粗大的一端; 屁股; 烟蒂
参考例句:
  • The Nazis worked them over with gun butts. 纳粹分子用枪托毒打他们。
  • The house butts to a cemetery. 这所房子和墓地相连。
38 tunic IGByZ     
n.束腰外衣
参考例句:
  • The light loose mantle was thrown over his tunic.一件轻质宽大的斗蓬披在上衣外面。
  • Your tunic and hose match ill with that jewel,young man.你的外套和裤子跟你那首饰可不相称呢,年轻人。
39 unbearable alCwB     
adj.不能容忍的;忍受不住的
参考例句:
  • It is unbearable to be always on thorns.老是处于焦虑不安的情况中是受不了的。
  • The more he thought of it the more unbearable it became.他越想越觉得无法忍受。
40 bent QQ8yD     
n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的
参考例句:
  • He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
  • We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
41 shrugged 497904474a48f991a3d1961b0476ebce     
vt.耸肩(shrug的过去式与过去分词形式)
参考例句:
  • Sam shrugged and said nothing. 萨姆耸耸肩膀,什么也没说。
  • She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 她耸耸肩,装出一副无所谓的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
42 distraction muOz3l     
n.精神涣散,精神不集中,消遣,娱乐
参考例句:
  • Total concentration is required with no distractions.要全神贯注,不能有丝毫分神。
  • Their national distraction is going to the disco.他们的全民消遣就是去蹦迪。
43 Founder wigxF     
n.创始者,缔造者
参考例句:
  • He was extolled as the founder of their Florentine school.他被称颂为佛罗伦萨画派的鼻祖。
  • According to the old tradition,Romulus was the founder of Rome.按照古老的传说,罗穆卢斯是古罗马的建国者。
44 subscription qH8zt     
n.预订,预订费,亲笔签名,调配法,下标(处方)
参考例句:
  • We paid a subscription of 5 pounds yearly.我们按年度缴纳5英镑的订阅费。
  • Subscription selling bloomed splendidly.订阅销售量激增。
45 piracy 9N3xO     
n.海盗行为,剽窃,著作权侵害
参考例句:
  • The government has already adopted effective measures against piracy.政府已采取有效措施惩治盗版行为。
  • They made the place a notorious centre of piracy.他们把这地方变成了臭名昭著的海盗中心。
46 tune NmnwW     
n.调子;和谐,协调;v.调音,调节,调整
参考例句:
  • He'd written a tune,and played it to us on the piano.他写了一段曲子,并在钢琴上弹给我们听。
  • The boy beat out a tune on a tin can.那男孩在易拉罐上敲出一首曲子。
47 tunes 175b0afea09410c65d28e4b62c406c21     
n.曲调,曲子( tune的名词复数 )v.调音( tune的第三人称单数 );调整;(给收音机、电视等)调谐;使协调
参考例句:
  • a potpourri of tunes 乐曲集锦
  • When things get a bit too much, she simply tunes out temporarily. 碰到事情太棘手时,她干脆暂时撒手不管。 来自《简明英汉词典》
48 overhaul yKGxy     
v./n.大修,仔细检查
参考例句:
  • Master Worker Wang is responsible for the overhaul of this grinder.王师傅主修这台磨床。
  • It is generally appreciated that the rail network needs a complete overhaul.众所周知,铁路系统需要大检修。
49 embarked e63154942be4f2a5c3c51f6b865db3de     
乘船( embark的过去式和过去分词 ); 装载; 从事
参考例句:
  • We stood on the pier and watched as they embarked. 我们站在突码头上目送他们登船。
  • She embarked on a discourse about the town's origins. 她开始讲本市的起源。
50 faucet wzFyh     
n.水龙头
参考例句:
  • The faucet has developed a drip.那个水龙头已经开始滴水了。
  • She turned off the faucet and dried her hands.她关掉水龙头,把手擦干。
51 transistors ff750796e6ff1fb40d6a8248a6485dc3     
晶体管( transistor的名词复数 ); 晶体管收音机,半导体收音机
参考例句:
  • In semiconductor receivers transistors take the place of vacuum tubes. 在半导体收音机中晶体管代替了真空管。
  • We often turn to this handbook for information on transistors. 我们常从这本手册查阅有关晶体管的资料。


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