Hacker

It all started with

a small immigrant family.

That's me, Alex danyliuk.

And that's my mom and dad,

Mr. and Mrs. danyliuk.

We left Ukraine

in search of a new life.

- Welcome to Canada.

- Thank you.

We couldn't afford

to live in the city,

so we ended up in London...

London, Ontario.

Of course, like most hopeful

immigrants, we found ourselves a house

- that we couldn't

actually pay for...

so things got worse.

Mom and dad started

arguing a lot more.

But eventually a Russian

friend of the family

helped mom get a job as a

bookkeeper's assistant at a bank.

Please leave a message.

Mr. and Mrs. danyliuk,

we're calling about

- your overdue payments

on your line of credit.

Please give us a call.

Don't touch anything.

But dad wasn't of much use.

He tried, but people

didn't trust him.

So we basically

lived on welfare.

Everything my mom earned

went to pay off the mortgage.

I didn't have any friends to

play with or socialize with

except my mom's computer, and, to

be honest, we got along very well.

I'm talking Internet,

video games, forums,

chat rooms with random

strangers, all sorts of sites,

easy access to information,

and infinite possibilities.

It was this that made me

want to go to college.

I wanted to follow in the footsteps

of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates

and one day change the world

for the better.

Fortunately, or unfortunately,

I learned early on that I needed to

save up money for school myself.

My very first dollars.

My job was being a clicker.

I'd build up traffic to sites

by changing my ip address

and visiting the same site

over and over again.

It was boring,

but it was easy money.

For every 1,000 clicks,

I made $20.

It wasn't a lot, but all big

things have small beginnings.

Time went by, and I wanted to learn

more about how the world worked,

especially the money world.

The Internet was full of ideas and

opinions about the banking system,

the financial crisis, the

vulnerability of the system,

and about the need for change.

But some things

just never changed.

So that's how I grew up.

As you can see,

it wasn't a fairy tale,

but I was hoping

that would change.

Just a coffee, please.

Yesterday,

a cyber-attack

was perpetrated on a number

of government sites and banks.

Responsibility for this attack

was claimed by darkweb,

an online criminal organization

led by a hacker named zed.

Now, he is considered to be

an international criminal

implicated in dozens of cases

around the world.

Now, this video was uploaded

claiming that responsibility.

We are darkweb.

We will not stand by and allow slave

masters to control our lives.

We will fight back. We will bring them

down. This is just the beginning.

And in other news, the stock market has

been unstable due to these attacks.

Mom, I'm home.

Mom?

Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?

What's wrong, huh?

Okay, now, mom, that's bullshit.

That bank owns the mortgage, and

now they know that I'm unemployed

and I can't pay monthly bills.

We will lose the house.

Okay. Well,

what did dad say?

Dad... he's asleep.

Okay. Okay, mom.

What is this?

This is money.

All right, this'll last you

for a few months, and then

after that, I can get more.

Where did you get this?

Did you steal it?

No, no, no.

I didn't steal it.

I been saving up for college.

But how? You never told us,

and... where did you get this?

Mom, okay, that doesn't matter.

What matters is we're

not going to lose the house.

I can't take it.

You need to pay for school.

Look, mom, please, okay,

I'm an adult.

Okay, I can...

i can get a job.

I can... I can make this back,

but, please, take it.

What will I say to dad?

Tell him the truth.

Thoughts were

rushing through my head.

Why? For what?

I hated the bank

that fired my mom.

Even if the bank had

a hundred reasons,

I still f***ing hated them.

I spent years saving up

that money.

I put down a deposit for school, and

now I risked losing everything.

I had to start over.

I didn't have years to spend.

I needed something faster, but the

Internet was just full of scams.

And then,

I remembered something.

Darkweb was this online hacker group that

was getting a lot of news at the time.

I was surprised that their site

hadn't been shut down.

It all seemed

kind of simple at first.

I just needed to make

an account and sign up.

But real access wasn't

given out so easily.

"Soldier"?

They told me

to do something illegal,

like stealing a person's

credit card number,

and that was how

they verified the rookies.

To me, this seemed simple,

but I needed a victim,

and I had an idea.

- There was

this one guy at school

who really had it coming,

Randy bickle.

Whoo! Maybe next time,

watch where you're going.

What's your problem, man?

What did you just say to me,

dostoyevsky?

I said why don't you pick on

somebody your own size, huh?

You want to go? Huh?

You want to go?

Huh? Huh?

Yeah, next time, a**hole.

What a dumb-ass.

I built a pretty simple site

that sold fake supplements,

and Randy fell for it.

He used his dad's credit card,

and it had a lot of money on it.

Dad! Can I use your credit card?

Yes.

I leaked the information to

darkweb, and before I knew it,

one of their guys was

communicating with me.

This guy who called himself

Roosevelt gave me low-level access.

In reality, it was more of

a job, black market trading.

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