![]() One night we were all lazing around and we hacked the code words to get through to the president, then called the White House. Even Dennis, who’s worn his OCCIDENTAL DEATH T- shirt ever since he came home from the war, got off on that one big- time too. That tickled the hell out of Gareth, who got out of ’Nam on a 4- F. We go in first through an 800 number just so we don’t have to drop the dime: Hertz and Avis and Sony and even the army recruiting center in Virginia. We loop and stack the calls, route and reroute so we can’t be traced. It’s a thing we do all the time for kicks, blue- boxing through the computer, to Dial- A- Disc in London, say, or to the weather girl in Melbourne, or the time clock in Tokyo, or to a phone booth we found in the Shetland Islands, just for fun, to blow off steam from the programming. ![]() Pizza boxes for pillows and sleeping bags among the wires. I guess we could even go home if we wanted to, catch a few zees instead of sleeping under the desks like usual. It’s four or five in the morning, and the sun’ll soon be coming up. We’re thinking that we should pack it all in and go back to the graphics hack. ![]() I’m sorry, sir, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. ![]() ![]() LET THE GREAT WORLD SPIN 177 -I’m afraid you must have the wrong number. ![]()
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