Good morning, here is the last partial I had ready from my weekend reading. An in depth look at the underground world of hacking in its infancy of the late 80's. The Corner Pub takes us down under, and it's part in the story. I hope you enjoy it.

..You talk of times of peace for all and then prepare for war -
- from ‘Blossom of Blood’ on
Species Deceases by Midnight Oil

It is not surprising the SPAN security team would miss the mark. It is not surprising, for example, that these officials should to this day be pronouncing the ‘Oilz’ version of the WANK worm as ‘oil zee’. It is also not surprising that they hypothesised the worm’s creator chose the word ‘Oilz’ because the modifications made to the last version made it slippery, perhaps even oily.

Likely as not, only an Australian would see the worm’s link to the lyrics of Midnight Oil.

This was the world’s first worm with a political message, and the second major worm in the history of the worldwide computer networks. It was also the trigger for the creation of FIRST, the Forum of Incident Response and Security Teams.2 FIRST was an international security alliance allowing governments, universities and commercial organisations to share information about computer network security incidents. Yet, NASA and the US Department of Energy were half a world away from finding the creator of the WANK worm. Even as investigators sniffed around electronic trails leading to France, it appears the perpetrator was hiding behind his computer and modem in Australia.

Geographically, Australia is a long way from anywhere. To Americans, it conjures up images of fuzzy marsupials, not computer hackers. American computer security officials, like those at NASA and the US Department of Energy, had other barriers as well. They function in a world of concretes, of appointments made and kept, of real names, business cards and official titles. The computer underground, by contrast, is a veiled world populated by characters slipping in and out of the half-darkness. It is not a place where people use their real names. It is not a place where people give out real personal details.

It is, in fact, not so much a place as a space. It is ephemeral, intangible--a foggy labyrinth of unmapped, winding streets through which one occasionally ascertains the contours of a fellow traveller.

When Ron Tencati, the manager in charge of NASA SPAN security, realised that NASA’s computers were being attacked by an intruder, he rang the FBI. The US Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Computer Crime Unit fired off a stream of questions. How many computers had been attacked? Where were they? Who was behind the attack? The FBI told Tencati, ‘keep us informed of the situation’. Like the CIAC team in the Department of Energy, it appears the FBI didn’t have much knowledge of VMS, the primary computer operating system used in SPAN.

But the FBI knew enough to realise the worm attack was potentially very serious. The winding electronic trail pointed vaguely to a foreign computer system and, before long, the US Secret Service was involved. Then the French secret service, the Direction de la Surveillance du Territoire, or DST, jumped into the fray.

https://exploringrealhistory.blogspot.com/2022/08/part-2-underground-by-suelette-dreyfus.html