"Cory Doctorow - Scroogled" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

"Evening," Greg said, handing the man his sweaty passport. The officer grunted and swiped it, then stared
at his screen, tapping. A lot. He had a little bit of dried food at the corner of his mouth and his tongue
crept out and licked at it.

"Want to tell me about June 1998?"

Greg looked up from his Departures. "I'm sorry?"

"You posted a message to alt.burningman on June 17, 1998, about your plan to attend a festival. You
asked, 'Are shrooms really such a bad idea?'"

BORDER CROSSING Immigration—brought to you by Google
The interrogator in the secondary screening room was an older man, so skinny he looked like he'd been
carved out of wood. His questions went a lot deeper than shrooms.

"Tell me about your hobbies. Are you into model rocketry?"

"What?"

"Model rocketry."

"No," Greg said, "No, I'm not." He sensed where this was going.

The man made a note, did some clicking. "You see, I ask because I see a heavy spike in ads for rocketry
supplies showing up alongside your search results and Google mail."

Greg felt a spasm in his guts. "You're looking at my searches and e-mail?" He hadn't touched a keyboard
in a month, but he knew what he put into that search bar was likely more revealing than what he told his
shrink.

"Sir, calm down, please. No, I'm not looking at your searches," the man said in a mocking whine. "That
would be unconstitutional. We see only the ads that show up when you read your mail and do your
searching. I have a brochure explaining it. I'll give it to you when we're through here."

"But the ads don't mean anything," Greg sputtered. "I get ads for Ann Coulter ring tones whenever I get
e-mail from my friend in Coulter, Iowa!"

The man nodded. "I understand, sir. And that's just why I'm here talking to you. Why do you suppose
model rocket ads show up so frequently?"

Greg racked his brain. "Okay, just do this. Search for 'coffee fanatics.'" He'd been very active in the
group, helping them build out the site for their coffee-of-the-month subscription service. The blend they
were going to launch with was called Jet Fuel. "Jet Fuel" and "Launch"—that would probably make
Google barf up some model rocket ads.

They were in the home stretch when the carved man found the Halloween photos. They were buried
three screens deep in the search results for "Greg Lupinski."

"It was a Gulf War–themed party," he said. "In the Castro."