[Message Contains No Recognizable Symbols] by Bill Hibbard seems close
Unremarkable married protagonist:
My name is Laszlo Wilkes. Bogus Band and I met as students at Pontius
Pilate Junior High School in Industrial City. We were good at math and
making trouble. But Bogus was better at both, born to raise hell with
Bogus arrived at our door at 6 PM precisely, bearing a bottle of Merlot and a big bag of corn chips. "Just fried these up
this afternoon," he said, handing me the bag.
Megan gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Bogus, what's this I hear about you rescuing damsels in distress?"
Our two Jack
Russells were dancing around and barking madly.
"Yeah," I added, "how'd that turn out?"
"No big deal," he answered as he tried to pet the crazed dogs. "We watched the sun come up over the lake and I told her I'd
like to have her over but that I lived with my parents."
Megan howled with laughter. I found it pretty funny too. "You," Megan addressed Bogus, "are a hopeless romantic."
Megan was my salvation. An MD specializing in infectious diseases at the university hospital and a dog and cat lover, she
connected me to the reality of being a human animal. She was making
her killer chicken mole, with beans and salsa.
Hacker buddy with stock advantage due to irregulars - and concern about eavesdroppers:
"Well Sherlock, any news from the irregulars?" I asked Bogus. We were inside his house, with strong defense against eavesdroppers. He
would never answer a question about the irregulars anywhere else.
"There's always news from the irregulars. But nothing big, if that's what you're asking. A couple small time sys admins caught in
the net. And of course a bunch of skip traces and assorted crooks for
the clients." The clients were a long list of corporations who paid
for information about embezzlement, bribery, fraud or whatever might
affect their business. And Bogus found a lot of people hiding
themselves or their assets from creditors.
In school Bogus and I thought the hackers and spammers were cool. But we also thought the smart play was to stay on the side
of the good guys, learning everything we could about how the bad guys
worked but not going over. We did hack systems. We had to, to learn.
But we were careful not to do any damage and especially not to get
caught, using school systems and fictitious accounts. As an adult, I
was a boring vanilla good guy, protecting the university's computers
from hackers. Bogus was a more nuanced good guy. He was a major hacker
of systems but for good causes, and exceedingly careful not to get
"Any sys admins lately on my list?" I asked.
"No. Don't worry, I won’t burn any of your friends. You sys admins are a sorry lot. Horny perverts without an ounce of sense."
"Well, at least we're not in love with some computer that doesn't even exist yet."
"But you can't blackmail me for that. I'm open about it."
Despite Bogus's claim to Megan about being on the right side of the law, one part of his business was pretty dirty:
blackmailing system administrators. Not for money, but to get them to
open security holes for him. Then he'd hack machines within their
employer's organizations, programming them to filter for interesting
information and send it back to him. He referred to these machines as
his 'irregulars.' Lots of systems could be hacked without the help of
sys admins, but in some highly secure organizations their help was
He had a list of known sys admins, taken from professional societies and email on sys admin mailing lists, but excluding a list
of my friends. His filtering software would look for email and other
information indicating marital infidelity and other naughtiness by sys
admins on his list. If the evidence looked good, he'd hire an
investigator in the guy's hometown to gather photos, video and other
physical evidence, no doubt thinking they were working for the spouse.
This evidence would then get emailed to the sys admin, say from an
irregular in Venezuela, along with instructions about how to open a
security hole for Bogus. Bogus assured them that their role wouldn't
be exposed even if the hack was discovered. Bogus was a pretty good
hacker. His information filtering processes were good at hiding from
detection and careful not to consume too large a proportion of their
Weird pattern in stocks means AI:
Once we'd settled in, Bogus said, "Megan, I've discovered something pretty scary in my business and hope that the three of us
can come up with a plan for what to do about it."
She'd guessed that there were illegal activities in this house and didn't look too thrilled to be invited to participate.
"It's OK love," I said. "You know how we talk about AI? Well, as part of his investigations Bogus has found a group that may
have succeeded at it. Sooner than we expected."
"The problem," Bogus added, "is with the purpose of their AI. These folks are creating it in secret and apparently to gain
wealth and power."
Megan asked, "Who are they?"
"A hedge fund named Episcopalian Jihad."
Notifying the government:
Dear Representative Woman,
You are probably aware of speculation about artificial intelligence.
That is, machines with intelligence equal to or greater than humans. I
have reliable but confidential information that a US corporation has
succeeded in creating artificial intelligence but is keeping their
invention secret. This threatens to create a permanent underclass of
people unable to compete for jobs with machines more intelligent than
themselves. Without urgent government intervention, this could be a
catastrophe for humanity. Please make time to meet with me. I will
bring evidence to back up my assertion.