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Mac OS X Bitcoin Stealing Trojan Horse Called OSX/CoinThief Discovered

timothy posted about a year ago | from the willie-sutton-principle dept.

Bitcoin 108

An anonymous reader writes "SecureMac.com has discovered a new trojan horse for Mac OS X called OSX/CoinThief.A, which spies on web traffic to steal Bitcoins. This malware has been found in the wild, along with numerous reports of stolen coins. The malware, which comes disguised as an app to send and receive payments on Bitcoin Stealth Addresses, instead covertly monitors all web traffic in order to steal login info for Bitcoin wallets."

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Buck feta (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207849)

Fuck the beta.

Re:Buck feta (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207883)

Muck Fac!

Re:Buck feta (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207993)

Beta sucks on OSX, WinX, blah blah

Re:Buck feta (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208029)


Do you mean WinXP or Win8?

unpossible! (4, Funny)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207863)

There's no such thing as malware for Mac and there never has been.

Re:unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207911)

Nohn Jorstad is a liar!

Re:unpossible! (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207937)


Re: unpossible! (1, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208013)

Said no one ever. Not even Steve Jobs.

There are no viruses. Learn the difference between a virus and a trojan horse.

In essence, its not even a trojan horse but an app that does hidden, malicious things.

Now compare that to the > 1 million malwares for Windows (adding dozens and hundreds every day) and tell me which one is safer?

Re: unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208053)

oooh yes let's split hairs! while we're at it the Anonymous "hackers" are actually not hackers, they are "crackers"!

Re: unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208065)

Anonymous are script kiddies. Noob.

Re: unpossible! (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208367)

it's n00b, n00b

Re: unpossible! (1)

houstonbofh (602064) | about a year ago | (#46208103)

oooh yes let's split hairs! while we're at it the Anonymous "hackers" are actually not hackers, they are "crackers"!

Kind of a big hair there... One installs itself, and the other has to be installed by a user.

Re: unpossible! (1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208331)

oooh yes let's split hairs! while we're at it the Anonymous "hackers" are actually not hackers, they are "crackers"!

Kind of a big hair there... One installs itself, and the other has to be installed by a user.

That old distinction isn't really relevant anymore. What would you call Mac Flashback? (btw. the biggest malware epidemic in modern times in terms of percentage of user base infected, beat even Windows Conficker). There were versions of Mac Flashback that installed completely without user intervention or notice. And, "virus" of old isn't really the problem for Windows these days either.

Re: unpossible! (4, Informative)

LordLimecat (1103839) | about a year ago | (#46208061)

In essence, its not even a trojan horse but an app that does hidden, malicious things.

Im pretty sure you just gave us the textbook definition of what a trojan is.

> 1 million malware

With such accurate facts (there are more than a million "malwares" for Unix as well) Im sure you are well qualified to make such a determination.

Re: unpossible! (3, Interesting)

dbIII (701233) | about a year ago | (#46208421)

It's a metaphor for a big horse full of soldiers that opened a gate and let other stuff in so I think the AC has a valid point and your personal "textbook definition" does not.
Just call it malware instead of trying to correct their use of the metaphor.

Re: unpossible! (2)

Impy the Impiuos Imp (442658) | about a year ago | (#46209147)

The Trojan horse aspect is the social engineering bit, where you install something thinking it is ok when it is not.

So he does have a point after all -- that's what this is.

Re: unpossible! (1)

LordLimecat (1103839) | about a year ago | (#46213233)

The widespread definition of a trojan is an application with a known function which has been repackaged with hidden, malicious / subversive functionality in addition to the normal functionality. Think AIM.exe which allows you to chat with buddies, but also opens a reverse SSH connection to the attacker.

I wasnt being facetious: GP was literally describing what a trojan "malware" is. The term is ancient, and so is the definition. Malware is a relatively recent, fairly ambiguous term: I'm not sure Ive ever heard a solid definition for what is and is not malware. AFAIK malware is "stuff I dont like" and sometimes includes spyware/adware, and sometimes does not.

instead of trying to correct their use of the metaphor.

So because some ignorant AC wants to misuse technical terms, I should simply abandon all precise terminology so that he doesnt feel totally left out? Yea, sorry, no thanks.

Re: unpossible! (1)

Chrisq (894406) | about a year ago | (#46208461)

In essence, its not even a trojan horse but an app that does hidden, malicious things.

Im pretty sure you just gave us the textbook definition of what a trojan is.


Perhaps he was expecting a condom

Re: unpossible! (1)

danceswithtrees (968154) | about a year ago | (#46209833)

Horse size?

Re: unpossible! (2)

Ralph Wiggam (22354) | about a year ago | (#46210277)

There are no viruses. Learn the difference between a virus and a trojan horse.

Your semantics aren't going to get those bitcoins back.

Re: unpossible! (0)

BasilBrush (643681) | about a year ago | (#46210581)

Yeah, no amount of facts will get those back. So we might as well ignore the facts.

Re: unpossible! (1)

Ralph Wiggam (22354) | about a year ago | (#46210837)

The fact is that a bunch of Mac users who thought their systems were secure, rightly or wrongly, lost a bunch of money.

Re: unpossible! (1)

BasilBrush (643681) | about a year ago | (#46210909)

What, that's the only fact you can see? How small minded of you.

Re: unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46211535)

In essence, its not even a trojan horse but an app that does hidden, malicious things.

Isn't that the definition of a trojan horse?

Re: unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46211995)

In essence, its not even a trojan horse but an app that does hidden, malicious things.

Sorry, I forgot that on Mac a program to be called a Trojan horse it needs to have a head, tail four legs with wheels and be made of wood, otherwise it is not a Trojan horse but just an app.

There can be but damage is more limiting (3, Informative)

SuperKendall (25149) | about a year ago | (#46208071)

Everyone has known forever you can have malware on a Mac. That's hardly a surprise.

But malware is more limited on a Mac than other systems - for one thing no users run as admin as they do on Windows.

Also with Mavericks gatekeeper would preset you with a nice juicy dialog preventing you from running this untrusted and unsigned malware. You would have to take several steps of your own volition to run it at all...

You Mac haters are saying you don't want the Mac to turn into iOS. Well which is it? Let users run unapproved software after several "Are you sure" kinds of stopping points? Or only allow signed binaries on the system?

Make up your mind.

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (4, Informative)

tlhIngan (30335) | about a year ago | (#46208133)

Also with Mavericks gatekeeper would preset you with a nice juicy dialog preventing you from running this untrusted and unsigned malware. You would have to take several steps of your own volition to run it at all...

You Mac haters are saying you don't want the Mac to turn into iOS. Well which is it? Let users run unapproved software after several "Are you sure" kinds of stopping points? Or only allow signed binaries on the system?

All the Apple haters have missed the fact that Gatekeeper is remarkably balanced. You can choose - go all the way with a walled garden, all the way with unsigned binaries, or go walled garden with the option to allow people to sign the code (semi-walled garden) (the default setting, too).

It costs a developer $99, or for orgs like Mozilla, they have two from Apple - a production signing version and a beta signing version, in case either one gets revoked for whatever reason.

But it allows apps that doesn't require Apple to approve - the developer buys a cert and Apple has no say in what it's used to sign. Of course, if it's hacked or stolen, Apple can revoke it (happened a few times already when some trojan hijacked a developer's certificate - Apple revoked it and that trojan couldn't run easily anymore).

Of course, there's another subtlety that is not mentioned about Gatekeeper - it only triggers on stuff downloaded from the Internet. The output of your program you just compiled? Will not trigger Gatekeeper as it's assumed the dev tools are "safe".

And since developers need to develop, and companies like Adobe, Microsoft and others need to get around the App Store limitations (or even Autodesk, who wants to use the App Store, but finds the $999.99 max price limiting), ensures the Mac will never "close off" and be walled like iOS. After all, on a Mac, it needs to run untrusted binaries somehow in order for developers to well, develop.

That, and it's so bloody easy to jailbreak a Mac if you really needed to - just pop out the hard drive, or plug it into the PCIe slot in your PC. Or just run Windows and a Windows based jailbreak app. Or Linux.

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208151)

"You Mac haters are saying you don't want the Mac to turn into iOS."

That statement doesn't make sense. It implies that the "haters" think that Mac OS X is a good thing.

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (1)

Plumpaquatsch (2701653) | about a year ago | (#46208339)

"You Mac haters are saying you don't want the Mac to turn into iOS."

That statement doesn't make sense. It implies that the "haters" think that Mac OS X is a good thing.

Who ever said Mac haters make any sense? It is their claim after all.

No... (1)

SuperKendall (25149) | about a year ago | (#46208685)

That statement doesn't make sense. It implies that the "haters" think that Mac OS X is a good thing.

Mac haters use any possible excuse why they do not run a Mac, and that is one of them (they claim it is "turning into iOS" when plainly that is not the case).

Also as the other responder noted, the traditional Apple Hater is short of reason as it is so you attempt to apply logic to behavior is dubious at best.

Re: No... (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46209391)

Your cult seems more like Scientology all the time.

C'mon, let's hear some more well-reasoned stuff about your Mac.

The Mac and it's cult-following couldn't exist in a world where there weren't 'haters' out there to circle the wagons and defend against.

So keep putzin' along dude.

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208159)

It's as though some kind of cum guzzling gutter slut of a trashy bitch frigged her disease ridden vagina again and again until a big gooey blob of infected pus finally PLOPPED out of her snatch and into the floor, steaming and smelling and looking very much like a freshly squeezed turd.

The thought of that just makes your dick hard every time.

Oh yeah and Beta sucks.

Re: There can be but damage is more limiting (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46209265)

Hunter? Is that you?

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (2)

Boronx (228853) | about a year ago | (#46209273)

Macs let you sudo any time an application requests, which is pretty much the same as Windows. Even an admin account in windows will at least force you to click through if an application wants to make admin privileged changes.

In both systems a lot of legitimate installs need this, so unwary users get used to allowing new programs admin/root access.

Re:There can be but damage is more limiting (2)

BasilBrush (643681) | about a year ago | (#46210607)

Macs let you sudo any time an application requests, which is pretty much the same as Windows. Even an admin account in windows will at least force you to click through if an application wants to make admin privileged changes.

OSX does more than make you "click through". Privileged operations require a password.

Re:unpossible! (3, Insightful)

smash (1351) | about a year ago | (#46208147)

Trojan horses / user stupidity are OS independent.

Re:unpossible! (3, Interesting)

Rosyna (80334) | about a year ago | (#46208877)

To be fair, Apple does a hell of a lot to prevent user stupidity from installing Malware. Such as blacklisting known malware nearly immediately (as soon as Apple reverse engineers it, its signature is pushed out to ever mac user via a list that is updated every 24 hours).

The sad thing is and a major security flaw of Apple's is that they create trust with third parties based on code signing. This allows code signed malware to skip the normal malware checks in Mac OS X. (It's super trivial to get multiple code signing certs from Apple and Apple doesn't verify code certs applications for individuals)

Re:unpossible! (1)

smash (1351) | about a year ago | (#46210155)

The whole point of code signing is that it relies on a chain of trust. As soon as your cert is used for any malware and that gets back to apple it will be revoked. This is the same for Windows.

Re:unpossible! (0, Troll)

monzie (729782) | about a year ago | (#46208239)

There's no such thing as malware for Mac and there never has been.

MS Office on Mac has been there for a long long time..... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M... [wikipedia.org]

Re:unpossible! (2)

monzie (729782) | about a year ago | (#46209607)

You're so funny! I'd give you mod points if I weren't you.

Re:unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208639)

Honestly, at this point, we can really just blame the NSA.

Re:unpossible! (1)

StripedCow (776465) | about a year ago | (#46208889)

The platform is so locked-down, you can't even run malware.

Re:unpossible! (1)

Number42 (3443229) | about a year ago | (#46208965)

Locked down? Only if you can't configure GateKeeper and/or can't read a few guides.

Re:unpossible! (0)

PopeRatzo (965947) | about a year ago | (#46209199)

There's no such thing as malware for Mac and there never has been.

And Bitcoins are completely secure.

Re:unpossible! (1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46211053)

They are! Let's see the victims try to get their money back. They can't, it's securely stolen.
No chargebacks, bitch!

Re:unpossible! (1)

slashmydots (2189826) | about a year ago | (#46210745)

Just like there are no proper removal or diagnostic tools for Mac either! Well, that one's actually true. Good luck to all you overpaying, elitist douchebags who bought a mac. Still think you're so much better than everyone else? All I have to say is Abra-cadabra-CUDA-support...POOF, there went your alleged advantage almost a decade ago. It's magic!

Re:unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46212059)

You must be a really sad little boy...

Re:unpossible! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46211657)

When everything is impossible except what is possible, it probably is that thing.

Has anyone ever thought it might be Apple itself doing this?

Slashcott! (3, Insightful)

LaminatorX (410794) | about a year ago | (#46207887)

This site used to be great. Even in it's latter days, it's been good. That is poised to change. Before long, it will be mediocre, and ordinary.

I didn't see a problem when Dice Holdings initially bought Slashdot. I figured there would be efforts to drive nerd traffic towards their job listings and such. That was fine. We all need jobs.

Things have changed now. Beyond the shifts in story choices, the slashvertisements, and so on, something fundamental has changed: Slashdot's owners do not appreciate it.

Their recent financials show that they have written its value as an asset down to zero. They have legally claimed it to be worthless. That is at the root of what is happening now. They want to fundamentally change the nature of this site in order to remake it into something with big growth potential.

Beta is just the latest symptom of this disease. It will not be the last. In striving to make it into a site that will bring them a growing user base and growing revenue per user, they have shown a willingness to dumb down the interface in the name of making it more accessible to newcomers, to cast aside essential elements of decade-spanning community culture, and to plow ahead with changes in the face of overwhelmingly negative user feedback.

This is not going to change. This will not go away. I will not support it.

I will be gone for this entire week, in protest. While away, I will work to create a new community where things can be run with quality user discussions as the paramount objective.

Be seeing you.

Re:Slashcott! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207903)

Dashslot sucking fucks!

Re:Slashcott! (1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207921)

I will work to create a new community where things can be run with quality user discussions as the paramount objective..

Where? I might want to join.

Re:Slashcott! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207953)

Where? I might want to join.

After the community fragments, there won't be a community left to join. You might as well just type up your comments and choose File Exit Don't Save.

Re:Slashcott! (3, Informative)

LaminatorX (410794) | about a year ago | (#46207957)

Wohoo, two minutes left, I can reply.
http://www.soylentnews.org/wik... [soylentnews.org]
http://webchat.freenode.net/ [freenode.net] channel ##altslashdot.


Re:Slashcott! (1)

gnoshi (314933) | about a year ago | (#46208079)

Call me when soylentnews.org points to a news site.

Re:Slashcott! (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208185)

Call me when soylentnews.org points to a news site.

Many a dick has been pointed at your mom's nasty rancid brown star.

Re:Slashcott! (1)

gnoshi (314933) | about a year ago | (#46214583)

If the net effect of beta is fucktards like you going elsewhere, it might be a net positive outcome.

Re:Slashcott! (1)

pitchpipe (708843) | about a year ago | (#46207961)

I will be gone for this entire week, in protest.

Same. I hope that we can then see incremental improvements to this site taking into consideration feedback from the users/contributors, and that they can then drop the mentality that we are just eyeballs to put as many advertising dollars in front of. Sadly, I'm not hopeful.

See you in a week, I'm out.

Re: Slashcott! Excremental improvements (0, Redundant)

j-stroy (640921) | about a year ago | (#46208023)

The incremental improvement concept is a dead horse. As the saying goes: "can't polish a turd". I'm out for the week. Boycott in effect. Shame on you, a bunch of fuckers all so say I.

Re: Slashcott! Excremental improvements (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46212625)

please don't come back!

Why are you idiots not gone yet? (-1, Flamebait)

SuperKendall (25149) | about a year ago | (#46208063)

It's already next week. You can't even do a boycott right.

You and the rest of your rabid minority GTFOS and let us all get back to talking as adults.

Re:Why are you idiots not gone yet? (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208095)

What the fuck you talking about? This is Slashdot, news for trolls, shit that doesn't matter. You get the fuck out while I shove a pair of dice up my ass. Oh yeah. Hemorrhoids make it more interesting, they do.

Re:Why are you idiots not gone yet? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208099)


Re:Why are you idiots not gone yet? (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208119)

I like my gays flaming.

Re:Slashcott! (0)

bruce_the_loon (856617) | about a year ago | (#46208209)

Begone and good riddence to your vandalizing of channels.

Slashdot stopped being worth reading a decade ago. (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208251)

I remember when Slashdot was full of intelligent people ... but it's been shit since, I don't know, 2000.

And yes I used to have an account. Anyway, they want to screw up the software? Who cares, you bunch screwed up the content long enough ago for children to be born and have adult teeth!

meta discussions belong on the meta (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208405)

Please use meta.apple-beta.slashdot.org to discuss slashdot beta, not the main. Meta comments are very welcome there. Thanks !

And by the way, there is nothing wrong with beta. Works perfectly on my iPad Air !

Re:Slashcott! (1)

dbIII (701233) | about a year ago | (#46208427)

How many times do we have to read this "final message"?

Re:Slashcott! (4, Interesting)

TubeSteak (669689) | about a year ago | (#46208491)

http://www.diceholdingsinc.com/phoenix.zhtml?c=211152&p=irol-newsArticle&ID=1896508 [diceholdingsinc.com]
Feb. 4, 2014

Recent Developments

Slashdot Media was acquired to provide content and services that are important to technology professionals in their everyday work lives and to leverage that reach into the global technology community benefiting user engagement on the Dice.com site. The expected benefits have started to be realized at Dice.com. However, advertising revenue has declined over the past year and there is no improvement expected in the future financial performance of Slashdot Media's underlying advertising business. Therefore, $7.2 million of intangible assets and $6.3 million of goodwill related to Slashdot Media were reduced to zero.

Be seeing you.

Re:Slashcott! (1)

drinkypoo (153816) | about a year ago | (#46209311)

I read that over and over again and I figured out what that paragraph actually means. It means that they are liars. Advertising revenue has declined, so they are claiming that it is zero. Meanwhile, they have grossly overvalued Slashdot, so this lie follows an earlier lie. Send in the clowns [at the SEC!]

Re:Slashcott! (1)

rainhill (86347) | about a year ago | (#46208511)

>> I will work to create a new community where things can be run with quality user discussions as the paramount objective.

and before long, you will be cashing out too... CmdrTaco did.

oooh the $weet money.

change is the only constant, as someone once said. Dice saw the high-flying twitters and facebooks, and said; hey, how to increase slashdot users, to make more money? how? how? howwww?

all this, is only natural.

Re:Slashcott! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208649)

Their recent financials show that they have written its value as an asset down to zero. They have legally claimed it to be worthless.

No it doesn't and no they haven't. You're too busy being a dick to actually comprehend what you're reading. They have written off the *intangible* value, not the actual asset.

Re:Beta Fightback (1)

ITMagic (683618) | about a year ago | (#46209051)

Whilst I, like every else here, seem to hate the changes being made here, are all the people here who post complaints here totally IT incapable?

If anyone here reads /. using firefox, it doesn't take a huge degree of effort to edit the HTML 'on the fly', and strip out all the offensive code. Has anyone looked at the RSS feed lately? It is abominable!

SOLUTION: Install Stylish [mozilla.org] , and voila. Complete control to throw away all the crap.

We probably should set up a community-driven recipe that everyone can download without the hassle of writing their own recipe. I *might* try to get round to doing this in a day or so... No promises, though.

RIP SLASHDOT (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207925)

Fuck dice and fuck beta.

Re:RIP SLASHDOT (0, Redundant)

buswolley (591500) | about a year ago | (#46208001)

Beware Dice malware named Beta

SAVE SLASHDOT (0, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207949)



Lost in the Desert (0, Funny)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46207999)

So, there's a man crawling through the desert.

He'd decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock, and then he couldn't get it started again. There were no cell phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and his few friends had no idea he was out here.

He stayed with the car for a day or so, but his one bottle of water ran out
and he was getting thirsty. He thought maybe he knew the direction back, now that he'd paid attention to the sun and thought he'd figured out which way was north, so he decided to start walking. He figured he only had to go about 30 miles or so and he'd be back to the small town he'd gotten gas in last.

He thinks about walking at night to avoid the heat and sun, but based upon
how dark it actually was the night before, and given that he has no flashlight, he's afraid that he'll break a leg or step on a rattlesnake. So,
he puts on some sun block, puts the rest in his pocket for reapplication
later, brings an umbrella he'd had in the back of the SUV with him to give
him a little shade, pours the windshield wiper fluid into his water bottle
in case he gets that desperate, brings his pocket knife in case he finds a cactus that looks like it might have water in it, and heads out in the
direction he thinks is right.

He walks for the entire day. By the end of the day he's really thirsty. He's
been sweating all day, and his lips are starting to crack. He's reapplied the sunblock twice, and tried to stay under the umbrella, but he still feels sunburned. The windshield wiper fluid sloshing in the bottle in his pocket is really getting tempting now. He knows that it's mainly water and some ethanol and coloring, but he also knows that they add some kind of poison to it to keep people from drinking it. He wonders what the poison is, and
whether the poison would be worse than dying of thirst.

He pushes on, trying to get to that small town before dark.

By the end of the day he starts getting worried. He figures he's been walking at least 3 miles an hour, according to his watch for over 10 hours. That means that if his estimate was right that he should be close to the
town. But he doesn't recognize any of this. He had to cross a dry creek bed a mile or two back, and he doesn't remember coming through it in the SUV. He figures that maybe he got his direction off just a little and that the dry creek bed was just off to one side of his path. He tells himself that he's close, and that after dark he'll start seeing the town lights over one of these hills, and that'll be all he needs.

As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things,
he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights.

Full dark comes before he knows it. He must have dozed off. He stands back
up and turns all the way around. He sees nothing but stars.

He wakes up the next morning feeling absolutely lousy. His eyes are gummy and his mouth and nose feel like they're full of sand. He so thirsty that he can't even swallow. He barely got any sleep because it was so cold. He'd forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn't noticed it the night before because he'd been in his car.

He knows the Rule of Threes - three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food - then you die. Some people can make it a little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to walk and sweat isn't the best situation to be without water. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day.

He rinses his mouth out with a little of the windshield wiper fluid. He waits a while after spitting that little bit out, to see if his mouth goes numb, or he feels dizzy or something. Has his mouth gone numb? Is it just in
his mind? He's not sure. He'll go a little farther, and if he still doesn't
find water, he'll try drinking some of the fluid.

Then he has to face his next, harder question - which way does he go from here? Does he keep walking the same way he was yesterday (assuming that he still knows which way that is), or does he try a new direction? He has no idea what to do.

Looking at the hills and dunes around him, he thinks he knows the direction he was heading before. Just going by a feeling, he points himself somewhat to the left of that, and starts walking.

As he walks, the day starts heating up. The desert, too cold just a couple of hours before, soon becomes an oven again. He sweats a little at first, and then stops. He starts getting worried at that - when you stop sweating he knows that means you're in trouble - usually right before heat stroke.

He decides that it's time to try the windshield wiper fluid. He can't wait
any longer - if he passes out, he's dead. He stops in the shade of a large
rock, takes the bottle out, opens it, and takes a mouthful. He slowly
swallows it, making it last as long as he can. It feels so good in his dry
and cracked throat that he doesn't even care about the nasty taste. He takes
another mouthful, and makes it last too. Slowly, he drinks half the bottle.
He figures that since he's drinking it, he might as well drink enough to
make some difference and keep himself from passing out.

He's quit worrying about the denaturing of the wiper fluid. If it kills him,
it kills him - if he didn't drink it, he'd die anyway. Besides, he's pretty
sure that whatever substance they denature the fluid with is just designed to make you sick - their way of keeping winos from buying cheap wiper fluid for the ethanol content. He can handle throwing up, if it comes to that.

He walks. He walks in the hot, dry, windless desert. Sand, rocks, hills,
dunes, the occasional scrawny cactus or dried bush. No sign of water.
Sometimes he'll see a little movement to one side or the other, but whatever moved is usually gone before he can focus his eyes on it. Probably birds, lizards, or mice. Maybe snakes, though they usually move more at night. He's careful to stay away from the movements.

After a while, he begins to stagger. He's not sure if it's fatigue, heat
stroke finally catching him, or maybe he was wrong and the denaturing of the wiper fluid was worse than he thought. He tries to steady himself, and keep going.

After more walking, he comes to a large stretch of sand. This is good! He
knows he passed over a stretch of sand in the SUV - he remembers doing
donuts in it. Or at least he thinks he remembers it - he's getting woozy
enough and tired enough that he's not sure what he remembers any more or if
he's hallucinating. But he thinks he remembers it. So he heads off into it,
trying to get to the other side, hoping that it gets him closer to the town.

He was heading for a town, wasn't he? He thinks he was. He isn't sure any more. He's not even sure how long he's been walking any more. Is it still morning? Or has it moved into afternoon and the sun is going down again? It must be afternoon - it seems like it's been too long since he started out.

He walks through the sand.

After a while, he comes to a big dune in the sand. This is bad. He doesn't
remember any dunes when driving over the sand in his SUV. Or at least he
doesn't think he remembers any. This is bad.

But, he has no other direction to go. Too late to turn back now. He figures
that he'll get to the top of the dune and see if he can see anything from
there that helps him find the town. He keeps going up the dune.

Halfway up, he slips in the bad footing of the sand for the second or third
time, and falls to his knees. He doesn't feel like getting back up - he'll
just fall down again. So, he keeps going up the dune on his hand and knees.

While crawling, if his throat weren't so dry, he'd laugh. He's finally
gotten to the hackneyed image of a man lost in the desert - crawling through
the sand on his hands and knees. If would be the perfect image, he imagines, if only his clothes were more ragged. The people crawling through the desert
in the cartoons always had ragged clothes. But his have lasted without any
rips so far. Somebody will probably find his dessicated corpse half buried in the sand years from now, and his clothes will still be in fine shape -
shake the sand out, and a good wash, and they'd be wearable again. He wishes his throat were wet enough to laugh. He coughs a little instead, and it hurts.

He finally makes it to the top of the sand dune. Now that he's at the top,
he struggles a little, but manages to stand up and look around. All he sees
is sand. Sand, and more sand. Behind him, about a mile away, he thinks he
sees the rocky ground he left to head into this sand. Ahead of him, more
dunes, more sand. This isn't where he drove his SUV. This is Hell. Or close enough.

Again, he doesn't know what to do. He decides to drink the rest of the wiper
fluid while figuring it out. He takes out the bottle, and is removing the
cap, when he glances to the side and sees something. Something in the sand. At the bottom of the dune, off to the side, he sees something strange. It's a flat area, in the sand. He stops taking the cap of the bottle off, and tries to look closer. The area seems to be circular. And it's dark - darker than the sand. And, there seems to be something in the middle of it, but he can't tell what it is. He looks as hard as he can, and still can tell from
here. He's going to have to go down there and look.

He puts the bottle back in his pocket, and starts to stumble down the dune.
After a few steps, he realizes that he's in trouble - he's not going to be able to keep his balance. After a couple of more sliding, tottering steps, he falls and starts to roll down the dune. The sand it so hot when his body hits it that for a minute he thinks he's caught fire on the way down - like a movie car wreck flashing into flames as it goes over the cliff, before it ever even hits the ground. He closes his eyes and mouth, covers his face with his hands, and waits to stop rolling.

He stops, at the bottom of the dune. After a minute or two, he finds enough
energy to try to sit up and get the sand out of his face and clothes. When
he clears his eyes enough, he looks around to make sure that the dark spot
in the sand it still there and he hadn't just imagined it.

So, seeing the large, flat, dark spot on the sand is still there, he begins
to crawl towards it. He'd get up and walk towards it, but he doesn't seem to
have the energy to get up and walk right now. He must be in the final stages
of dehydration he figures, as he crawls. If this place in the sand doesn't
have water, he'll likely never make it anywhere else. This is his last

He gets closer and closer, but still can't see what's in the middle of the
dark area. His eyes won't quite focus any more for some reason. And lifting
his head up to look takes so much effort that he gives up trying. He just
keeps crawling.

Finally, he reaches the area he'd seen from the dune. It takes him a minute of crawling on it before he realizes that he's no longer on sand - he's now crawling on some kind of dark stone. Stone with some kind of marking on it - a pattern cut into the stone. He's too tired to stand up and try to see what the pattern is - so he just keeps crawling. He crawls towards the center,
where his blurry eyes still see something in the middle of the dark stone

His mind, detached in a strange way, notes that either his hands and knees are so burnt by the sand that they no longer feel pain, or that this dark
stone, in the middle of a burning desert with a pounding, punishing sun
overhead, doesn't seem to be hot. It almost feels cool. He considers lying
down on the nice cool surface.

Cool, dark stone. Not a good sign. He must be hallucinating this. He's
probably in the middle of a patch of sand, already lying face down and
dying, and just imagining this whole thing. A desert mirage. Soon the
beautiful women carrying pitchers of water will come up and start giving him
a drink. Then he'll know he's gone.

He decides against laying down on the cool stone. If he's going to die here
in the middle of this hallucination, he at least wants to see what's in the
center before he goes. He keeps crawling.

It's the third time that he hears the voice before he realizes what he's
hearing. He would swear that someone just said, "Greetings, traveler. You do
not look well. Do you hear me?"

He stops crawling. He tries to look up from where he is on his hands and
knees, but it's too much effort to lift his head. So he tries something
different - he leans back and tries to sit up on the stone. After a few
seconds, he catches his balance, avoids falling on his face, sits up, and
tries to focus his eyes. Blurry. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands
and tries again. Better this time.

Yep. He can see. He's sitting in the middle of a large, flat, dark expanse
of stone. Directly next to him, about three feet away, is a white post or
pole about two inches in diameter and sticking up about four or five feet
out of the stone, at an angle.

And wrapped around this white rod, tail with rattle on it hovering and
seeming to be ready to start rattling, is what must be a fifteen foot long
desert diamondback rattlesnake, looking directly at him.

He stares at the snake in shock. He doesn't have the energy to get up and
run away. He doesn't even have the energy to crawl away. This is it, his
final resting place. No matter what happens, he's not going to be able to
move from this spot.

Well, at least dying of a bite from this monster should be quicker than
dying of thirst. He'll face his end like a man. He struggles to sit up a
little straighter. The snake keeps watching him. He lifts one hand and waves
it in the snake's direction, feebly. The snake watches the hand for a
moment, then goes back to watching the man, looking into his eyes.

Hmmm. Maybe the snake had no interest in biting him? It hadn't rattled yet -
that was a good sign. Maybe he wasn't going to die of snake bite after all.

He then remembers that he'd looked up when he'd reached the center here
because he thought he'd heard a voice. He was still very woozy - he was
likely to pass out soon, the sun still beat down on him even though he was
now on cool stone. He still didn't have anything to drink. But maybe he had
actually heard a voice. This stone didn't look natural. Nor did that white
post sticking up out of the stone. Someone had to have built this. Maybe
they were still nearby. Maybe that was who talked to him. Maybe this snake
was even their pet, and that's why it wasn't biting.

He tries to clear his throat to say, "Hello," but his throat is too dry. All
that comes out is a coughing or wheezing sound. There is no way he's going
to be able to talk without something to drink. He feels his pocket, and the
bottle with the wiper fluid is still there. He shakily pulls the bottle out,
almost losing his balance and falling on his back in the process. This isn't
good. He doesn't have much time left, by his reckoning, before he passes

He gets the lid off of the bottle, manages to get the bottle to his lips,
and pours some of the fluid into his mouth. He sloshes it around, and then
swallows it. He coughs a little. His throat feels better. Maybe he can talk

He tries again. Ignoring the snake, he turns to look around him, hoping to
spot the owner of this place, and croaks out, "Hello? Is there anyone here?"

He hears, from his side, "Greetings. What is it that you want?"

He turns his head, back towards the snake. That's where the sound had seemed
to come from. The only thing he can think of is that there must be a
speaker, hidden under the snake, or maybe built into that post. He decides
to try asking for help.

"Please," he croaks again, suddenly feeling dizzy, "I'd love to not be
thirsty any more. I've been a long time without water. Can you help me?"

Looking in the direction of the snake, hoping to see where the voice was
coming from this time, he is shocked to see the snake rear back, open its
mouth, and speak. He hears it say, as the dizziness overtakes him and he
falls forward, face first on the stone, "Very well. Coming up."

A piercing pain shoots through his shoulder. Suddenly he is awake. He sits
up and grabs his shoulder, wincing at the throbbing pain. He's momentarily
disoriented as he looks around, and then he remembers - the crawl across the
sand, the dark area of stone, the snake. He sees the snake, still wrapped
around the tilted white post, still looking at him.

He reaches up and feels his shoulder, where it hurts. It feels slightly wet.
He pulls his fingers away and looks at them - blood. He feels his shoulder
again - his shirt has what feels like two holes in it - two puncture holes -
they match up with the two aching spots of pain on his shoulder. He had been
bitten. By the snake.

"It'll feel better in a minute." He looks up - it's the snake talking. He
hadn't dreamed it. Suddenly he notices - he's not dizzy any more. And more
importantly, he's not thirsty any more - at all!

"Have I died? Is this the afterlife? Why are you biting me in the

"Sorry about that, but I had to bite you," says the snake. "That's the way I
work. It all comes through the bite. Think of it as natural medicine."

"You bit me to help me? Why aren't I thirsty any more? Did you give me a
drink before you bit me? How did I drink enough while unconscious to not be
thirsty any more? I haven't had a drink for over two days. Well, except for
the windshield wiper fluid... hold it, how in the world does a snake talk?
Are you real? Are you some sort of Disney animation?"

"No," says the snake, "I'm real. As real as you or anyone is, anyway. I
didn't give you a drink. I bit you. That's how it works - it's what I do. I
bite. I don't have hands to give you a drink, even if I had water just
sitting around here."

The man sat stunned for a minute. Here he was, sitting in the middle of the
desert on some strange stone that should be hot but wasn't, talking to a
snake that could talk back and had just bitten him. And he felt better. Not
great - he was still starving and exhausted, but much better - he was no
longer thirsty. He had started to sweat again, but only slightly. He felt
hot, in this sun, but it was starting to get lower in the sky, and the cool
stone beneath him was a relief he could notice now that he was no longer
dying of thirst.

"I might suggest that we take care of that methanol you now have in your
system with the next request," continued the snake. "I can guess why you
drank it, but I'm not sure how much you drank, or how much methanol was left
in the wiper fluid. That stuff is nasty. It'll make you go blind in a day or
two, if you drank enough of it."

"Ummm, n-next request?" said the man. He put his hand back on his hurting
shoulder and backed away from the snake a little.

"That's the way it works. If you like, that is," explained the snake. "You
get three requests. Call them wishes, if you wish." The snake grinned at his
own joke, and the man drew back a little further from the show of fangs.

"But there are rules," the snake continued. "The first request is free. The
second requires an agreement of secrecy. The third requires the binding of
responsibility." The snake looks at the man seriously.

"By the way," the snake says suddenly, "my name is Nathan. Old Nathan,
Samuel used to call me. He gave me the name. Before that, most of the Bound
used to just call me 'Snake'. But that got old, and Samuel wouldn't stand
for it. He said that anything that could talk needed a name. He was big into
names. You can call me Nate, if you wish." Again, the snake grinned. "Sorry
if I don't offer to shake, but I think you can understand - my shake sounds
somewhat threatening." The snake give his rattle a little shake.

"Umm, my name is Jack," said the man, trying to absorb all of this. "Jack

"Can I ask you a question?" Jack says suddenly. "What happened to the
poison...umm, in your bite. Why aren't I dying now? How did you do that?
What do you mean by that's how you work?"

"That's more than one question," grins Nate. "But I'll still try to answer
all of them. First, yes, you can ask me a question." The snake's grin gets
wider. "Second, the poison is in you. It changed you. You now no longer need
to drink. That's what you asked for. Or, well, technically, you asked to not
be thirsty any more - but 'any more' is such a vague term. I decided to make
it permanent - now, as long as you live, you shouldn't need to drink much at
all. Your body will conserve water very efficiently. You should be able to
get enough just from the food you eat - much like a creature of the desert.
You've been changed.

"For the third question," Nate continues, "you are still dying. Besides the
effects of that methanol in your system, you're a man - and men are mortal.
In your current state, I give you no more than about another 50 years.
Assuming you get out of this desert, alive, that is." Nate seemed vastly
amused at his own humor, and continued his wide grin.

"As for the fourth question," Nate said, looking more serious as far as Jack
could tell, as Jack was just now working on his ability to read
talking-snake emotions from snake facial features, "first you have to agree
to make a second request and become bound by the secrecy, or I can't tell

"Wait," joked Jack, "isn't this where you say you could tell me, but you'd
have to kill me?"

"I thought that was implied." Nate continued to look serious.

"Ummm...yeah." Jack leaned back a little as he remembered again that he was
talking to a fifteen foot poisonous reptile with a reputation for having a
nasty temper. "So, what is this 'Bound by Secrecy' stuff, and can you really
stop the effects of the methanol?" Jack thought for a second. "And, what do
you mean methanol, anyway? I thought these days they use ethanol in wiper
fluid, and just denature it?"

"They may, I don't really know," said Nate. "I haven't gotten out in a
while. Maybe they do. All I know is that I smell methanol on your breath and
on that bottle in your pocket. And the blue color of the liquid when you
pulled it out to drink some let me guess that it was wiper fluid. I assume
that they still color wiper fluid blue?"

"Yeah, they do," said Jack.

"I figured," replied Nate. "As for being bound by secrecy - with the
fulfillment of your next request, you will be bound to say nothing about me,
this place, or any of the information I will tell you after that, when you
decide to go back out to your kind. You won't be allowed to talk about me,
write about me, use sign language, charades, or even act in a way that will
lead someone to guess correctly about me. You'll be bound to secrecy. Of
course, I'll also ask you to promise not to give me away, and as I'm
guessing that you're a man of your word, you'll never test the binding
anyway, so you won't notice." Nate said the last part with utter confidence.

Jack, who had always prided himself on being a man of his word, felt a
little nervous at this. "Ummm, hey, Nate, who are you? How did you know
that? Are you, umm, omniscient, or something?"

Well, Jack," said Nate sadly, "I can't tell you that, unless you make the
second request." Nate looked away for a minute, then looked back.

"Umm, well, ok," said Jack, "what is this about a second request? What can I
ask for? Are you allowed to tell me that?"

"Sure!" said Nate, brightening. "You're allowed to ask for changes. Changes
to yourself. They're like wishes, but they can only affect you. Oh, and
before you ask, I can't give you immortality. Or omniscience. Or
omnipresence, for that matter. Though I might be able to make you gaseous
and yet remain alive, and then you could spread through the atmosphere and
sort of be omnipresent. But what good would that be - you still wouldn't be
omniscient and thus still could only focus on one thing at a time. Not very
useful, at least in my opinion." Nate stopped when he realized that Jack was
staring at him.

"Well, anyway," continued Nate, "I'd probably suggest giving you permanent
good health. It would negate the methanol now in your system, you'd be
immune to most poisons and diseases, and you'd tend to live a very long
time, barring accident, of course. And you'll even have a tendency to
recover from accidents well. It always seemed like a good choice for a
request to me."

"Cure the methanol poisoning, huh?" said Jack. "And keep me healthy for a
long time? Hmmm. It doesn't sound bad at that. And it has to be a request
about a change to me? I can't ask to be rich, right? Because that's not
really a change to me?"

"Right," nodded Nate.

"Could I ask to be a genius and permanently healthy?" Jack asked, hopefully.

"That takes two requests, Jack."

"Yeah, I figured so," said Jack. "But I could ask to be a genius? I could
become the smartest scientist in the world? Or the best athlete?"

"Well, I could make you very smart," admitted Nate, "but that wouldn't
necessarily make you the best scientist in the world. Or, I could make you
very athletic, but it wouldn't necessarily make you the best athlete either.
You've heard the saying that 99% of genius is hard work? Well, there's some
truth to that. I can give you the talent, but I can't make you work hard. It
all depends on what you decide to do with it."

"Hmmm," said Jack. "Ok, I think I understand. And I get a third request,
after this one?"

"Maybe," said Nate, "it depends on what you decide then. There are more
rules for the third request that I can only tell you about after the second
request. You know how it goes." Nate looked like he'd shrug, if he had

"Ok, well, since I'd rather not be blind in a day or two, and permanent
health doesn't sound bad, then consider that my second request. Officially.
Do I need to sign in blood or something?"

"No," said Nate. "Just hold out your hand. Or heel." Nate grinned. "Or
whatever part you want me to bite. I have to bite you again. Like I said,
that's how it works - the poison, you know," Nate said apologetically.

Jack winced a little and felt his shoulder, where the last bite was. Hey, it
didn't hurt any more. Just like Nate had said. That made Jack feel better
about the biting business. But still, standing still while a fifteen foot
snake sunk it's fangs into you. Jack stood up. Ignoring how good it felt to
be able to stand again, and the hunger starting to gnaw at his stomach, Jack
tried to decide where he wanted to get bitten. Despite knowing that it
wouldn't hurt for long, Jack knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey, Jack," Nate suddenly said, looking past Jack towards the dunes behind
him, "is that someone else coming up over there?"

Jack spun around and looked. Who else could be out here in the middle of
nowhere? And did they bring food?

Wait a minute, there was nobody over there. What was Nate...

Jack let out a bellow as he felt two fangs sink into his rear end, through
his jeans...

Jack sat down carefully, favoring his more tender buttock. "I would have
decided, eventually, Nate. I was just thinking about it. You didn't have to
hoodwink me like that."

"I've been doing this a long time, Jack," said Nate, confidently. "You
humans have a hard time sitting still and letting a snake bite you -
especially one my size. And besides, admit it - it's only been a couple of
minutes and it already doesn't hurt any more, does it? That's because of the
health benefit with this one. I told you that you'd heal quickly now."

"Yeah, well, still," said Jack, "it's the principle of the thing. And nobody
likes being bitten in the butt! Couldn't you have gotten my calf or
something instead?"

"More meat in the typical human butt," replied Nate. "And less chance you
accidentally kick me or move at the last second."

"Yeah, right. So, tell me all of these wonderful secrets that I now qualify
to hear," answered Jack.

"Ok," said Nate. "Do you want to ask questions first, or do you want me to
just start talking?"

"Just talk," said Jack. "I'll sit here and try to not think about food."

"We could go try to rustle up some food for you first, if you like,"
answered Nate.

"Hey! You didn't tell me you had food around here, Nate!" Jack jumped up.
"What do we have? Am I in walking distance to town? Or can you magically
whip up food along with your other powers?" Jack was almost shouting with
excitement. His stomach had been growling for hours.

"I was thinking more like I could flush something out of its hole and bite
it for you, and you could skin it and eat it. Assuming you have a knife,
that is," replied Nate, with the grin that Jack was starting to get used to.

"Ugh," said Jack, sitting back down. "I think I'll pass. I can last a little
longer before I get desperate enough to eat desert rat, or whatever else it
is you find out here. And there's nothing to burn - I'd have to eat it raw.
No thanks. Just talk."

"Ok," replied Nate, still grinning. "But I'd better hurry, before you start
looking at me as food.

Nate reared back a little, looked around for a second, and then continued.
"You, Jack, are sitting in the middle of the Garden of Eden."

Jack looked around at the sand and dunes and then looked back at Nate

"Well, that's the best I can figure it, anyway, Jack," said Nate. "Stand up
and look at the symbol on the rock here." Nate gestured around the dark
stone they were both sitting on with his nose.

Jack stood up and looked. Carved into the stone in a bas-relief was a
representation of a large tree. The angled-pole that Nate was wrapped around
was coming out of the trunk of the tree, right below where the main branches
left the truck to reach out across the stone. It was very well done - it
looked more like a tree had been reduced to almost two dimensions and
embedded in the stone than it did like a carving.

Jack walked around and looked at the details in the fading light of the
setting sun. He wished he'd looked at it while the sun was higher in the

Wait! The sun was setting! That meant he was going to have to spend another
night out here! Arrrgh!

Jack looked out across the desert for a little bit, and then came back and
stood next to Nate. "In all the excitement, I almost forgot, Nate," said
Jack. "Which way is it back to town? And how far? I'm eventually going to
have to head back - I'm not sure I'll be able to survive by eating raw
desert critters for long. And even if I can, I'm not sure I'll want to."

"It's about 30 miles that way." Nate pointed, with the rattle on his tail
this time. As far as Jack could tell, it was a direction at right angles to
the way he'd been going when he was crawling here. "But that's 30 miles by
the way the crow flies. It's about 40 by the way a man walks. You should be
able to do it in about half a day with your improved endurance, if you head
out early tomorrow, Jack."

Jack looked out the way the snake had pointed for a few seconds more, and
then sat back down. It was getting dark. Not much he could do about heading
out right now. And besides, Nate was just about to get to the interesting
stuff. "Garden of Eden? As best as you can figure it?"

"Well, yeah, as best as I and Samuel could figure it anyway," said Nate. "He
figured that the story just got a little mixed up. You know, snake, in a
'tree', offering 'temptations', making bargains. That kind stuff. But he
could never quite figure out how the Hebrews found out about this spot from
across the ocean. He worried about that for a while."

"Garden of Eden, hunh?" said Jack. "How long have you been here, Nate?"

"No idea, really," replied Nate. "A long time. It never occurred to me to
count years, until recently, and by then, of course, it was too late. But I
do remember when this whole place was green, so I figure it's been thousands
of years, at least."

"So, are you the snake that tempted Eve?" said Jack.

"Beats me," said Nate. "Maybe. I can't remember if the first one of your
kind that I talked to was female or not, and I never got a name, but it
could have been. And I suppose she could have considered my offer to grant
requests a 'temptation', though I've rarely had refusals."

"Well, umm, how did you get here then? And why is that white pole stuck out
of the stone there?" asked Jack.

"Dad left me here. Or, I assume it was my dad. It was another snake - much
bigger than I was back then. I remember talking to him, but I don't remember
if it was in a language, or just kind of understanding what he wanted. But
one day, he brought me to this stone, told me about it, and asked me to do
something for him. I talked it over with him for a while, then agreed. I've
been here ever since.

"What is this place?" said Jack. "And what did he ask you to do?"

"Well, you see this pole here, sticking out of the stone?" Nate loosened his
coils around the tilted white pole and showed Jack where it descended into
the stone. The pole was tilted at about a 45 degree angle and seemed to
enter the stone in an eighteen inch slot cut into the stone. Jack leaned
over and looked. The slot was dark and the pole went down into it as far as
Jack could see in the dim light. Jack reached out to touch the pole, but
Nate was suddenly there in the way.

"You can't touch that yet, Jack," said Nate.

"Why not?" asked Jack.

"I haven't explained it to you yet," replied Nate.

"Well, it kinda looks like a lever or something," said Jack. "You'd push it
that way, and it would move in the slot."

"Yep, that's what it is," replied Nate.

"What does it do?" asked Jack. "End the world?"

"Oh, no," said Nate. "Nothing that drastic. It just ends humanity. I call it
'The Lever of Doom'." For the last few words Nate had used a deeper, ringing
voice. He tried to look serious for a few seconds, and then gave up and

Jack was initially startled by Nate's pronouncement, but when Nate grinned
Jack laughed. "Ha! You almost had me fooled for a second there. What does it
really do?"

"Oh, it really ends humanity, like I said," smirked Nate. "I just thought
the voice I used was funny, didn't you?"

Nate continued to grin.

"A lever to end humanity?" asked Jack. "What in the world is that for? Why
would anyone need to end humanity?"

"Well," replied Nate, "I get the idea that maybe humanity was an experiment.
Or maybe the Big Guy just thought, that if humanity started going really
bad, there should be a way to end it. I'm not really sure. All I know are
the rules, and the guesses that Samuel and I had about why it's here. I
didn't think to ask back when I started here."

"Rules? What rules?" asked Jack.

"The rules are that I can't tell anybody about it or let them touch it
unless they agree to be bound to secrecy by a bite. And that only one human
can be bound in that way at a time. That's it." explained Nate.

Jack looked somewhat shocked. "You mean that I could pull the lever now?
You'd let me end humanity?"

"Yep," replied Nate, "if you want to." Nate looked at Jack carefully. "Do
you want to, Jack?"

"Umm, no." said Jack, stepping a little further back from the lever. "Why in
the world would anyone want to end humanity? It'd take a psychotic to want
that! Or worse, a suicidal psychotic, because it would kill him too,
wouldn't it?"

"Yep," replied Nate, "being as he'd be human too."

"Has anyone ever seriously considered it?" asked Nate. "Any of those bound
to secrecy, that is?"

"Well, of course, I think they've all seriously considered it at one time or
another. Being given that kind of responsibility makes you sit down and
think, or so I'm told. Samuel considered it several times. He'd often get
disgusted with humanity, come out here, and just hold the lever for a while.
But he never pulled it. Or you wouldn't be here." Nate grinned some more.

Jack sat down, well back from the lever. He looked thoughtful and puzzled at
the same time. After a bit, he said, "So this makes me the Judge of
humanity? I get to decide whether they keep going or just end? Me?"

"That seems to be it," agreed Nate.

"What kind of criteria do I use to decide?" said Jack. "How do I make this
decision? Am I supposed to decide if they're good? Or too many of them are
bad? Or that they're going the wrong way? Is there a set of rules for that?"

"Nope," replied Nate. "You pretty much just have to decide on your own. It's
up to you, however you want to decide it. I guess that you're just supposed
to know."

"But what if I get mad at someone? Or some girl dumps me and I feel
horrible? Couldn't I make a mistake? How do I know that I won't screw up?"
protested Jack.

Nate gave his kind of snake-like shrug again. "You don't. You just have to
try your best, Jack."

Jack sat there for a while, staring off into the desert that was rapidly
getting dark, chewing on a fingernail.

Suddenly, Jack turned around and looked at the snake. "Nate, was Samuel the
one bound to this before me?"

"Yep," replied Nate. "He was a good guy. Talked to me a lot. Taught me to
read and brought me books. I think I still have a good pile of them buried
in the sand around here somewhere. I still miss him. He died a few months

"Sounds like a good guy," agreed Jack. "How did he handle this, when you
first told him. What did he do?"

"Well," said Nate, "he sat down for a while, thought about it for a bit, and
then asked me some questions, much like you're doing."

"What did he ask you, if you're allowed to tell me?" asked Jack.

"He asked me about the third request," replied Nate.

"Aha!" It was Jack's turn to grin. "And what did you tell him?"

"I told him the rules for the third request. That to get the third request
you have to agree to this whole thing. That if it ever comes to the point
that you really think that humanity should be ended, that you'll come here
and end it. You won't avoid it, and you won't wimp out." Nate looked serious
again. "And you'll be bound to do it too, Jack."

"Hmmm." Jack looked back out into the darkness for a while.

Nate watched him, waiting.

"Nate," continued Jack, quietly, eventually. "What did Samuel ask for with
his third request?"

Nate sounded like he was grinning again as he replied, also quietly,
"Wisdom, Jack. He asked for wisdom. As much as I could give him."

"Ok," said Jack, suddenly, standing up and facing away from Nate, "give it
to me.

Nate looked at Jack's backside. "Give you what, Jack?"

"Give me that wisdom. The same stuff that Samuel asked for. If it helped
him, maybe it'll help me too." Jack turned his head to look back over his
shoulder at Nate. "It did help him, right?"

"He said it did," replied Nate. "But he seemed a little quieter afterward.
Like he had a lot to think about."

"Well, yeah, I can see that," said Jack. "So, give it to me." Jack turned to
face away from Nate again, bent over slightly and tensed up.

Nate watched Jack tense up with a little exasperation. If he bit Jack now,
Jack would likely jump out of his skin and maybe hurt them both.

"You remember that you'll be bound to destroy humanity if it ever looks like
it needs it, right Jack?" asked Nate, shifting position.

"Yeah, yeah, I got that," replied Jack, eyes squeezed tightly shut and body
tense, not noticing the change in direction of Nate's voice.

"And," continued Nate, from his new position, "do you remember that you'll
turn bright purple, and grow big horns and extra eyes?"

"Yeah, yeah...Hey, wait a minute!" said Jack, opening his eyes,
straightening up and turning around. "Purple?!" He didn't see Nate there.
With the moonlight Jack could see that the lever extended up from its slot
in the rock without the snake wrapped around it.

Jack heard, from behind him, Nate's "Just Kidding!" right before he felt the
now familiar piercing pain, this time in the other buttock.

Jack sat on the edge of the dark stone in the rapidly cooling air, his feet
extending out into the sand. He stared out into the darkness, listening to
the wind stir the sand, occasionally rubbing his butt where he'd been
recently bitten.

Nate had left for a little while, had come back with a desert-rodent-shaped
bulge somewhere in his middle, and was now wrapped back around the lever,
his tongue flicking out into the desert night's air the only sign that he
was still awake.

Occasionally Jack, with his toes absentmindedly digging in the sand while he
thought, would ask Nate a question without turning around.

"Nate, do accidents count?"

Nate lifted his head a little bit. "What do you mean, Jack?"

Jack tilted his head back like he was looking at the stars. "You know,
accidents. If I accidentally fall on the lever, without meaning to, does
that still wipe out humanity?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does, Jack. I'd suggest you be careful about that
if you start feeling wobbly," said Nate with some amusement.

A little later - "Does it have to be me that pulls the lever?" asked Jack.

"That's the rule, Jack. Nobody else can pull it," answered Nate.

"No," Jack shook his head, "I meant does it have to be my hand? Could I pull
the lever with a rope tied around it? Or push it with a stick? Or throw a

"Yes, those should work," replied Nate. "Though I'm not sure how complicated
you could get. Samuel thought about trying to build some kind of remote
control for it once, but gave it up. Everything he'd build would be gone by
the next sunrise, if it was touching the stone, or over it. I told him that
in the past others that had been bound had tried to bury the lever so they
wouldn't be tempted to pull it, but every time the stones or sand or
whatever had disappeared."

"Wow," said Jack, "Cool." Jack leaned back until only his elbows kept him
off of the stone and looked up into the sky.

"Nate, how long did Samuel live? One of his wishes was for health too,
right?" asked Jack.

"Yes," replied Nate, "it was. He lived 167 years, Jack."

"Wow, 167 years. That's almost 140 more years I'll live if I live as long.
Do you know what he died of, Nate?"

"He died of getting tired of living, Jack," Nate said, sounding somewhat

Jack turned his head to look at Nate in the starlight.

Nate looked back. "Samuel knew he wasn't going to be able to stay in
society. He figured that they'd eventually see him still alive and start
questioning it, so he decided that he'd have to disappear after a while. He
faked his death once, but changed his mind - he decided it was too early and
he could stay for a little longer. He wasn't very fond of mankind, but he
liked the attention. Most of the time, anyway.

"His daughter and then his wife dying almost did him in though. He didn't
stay in society much longer after that. He eventually came out here to spend
time talking to me and thinking about pulling the lever. A few months ago he
told me he'd had enough. It was his time."

"And then he just died?" asked Jack.

Nate shook his head a little. "He made his forth request, Jack. There's only
one thing you can ask for the fourth request. The last bite.

After a bit Nate continued, "He told me that he was tired, that it was his
time. He reassured me that someone new would show up soon, like they always

After another pause, Nate finished, "Samuel's body disappeared off the stone
with the sunrise."

Jack lay back down and looked at the sky, leaving Nate alone with his
memories. It was a long time until Jack's breathing evened out into sleep.

Jack woke with the sunrise the next morning. He was a little chilled with
the morning desert air, but overall was feeling pretty good. Well, except
that his stomach was grumbling and he wasn't willing to eat raw desert rat.

So, after getting directions to town from Nate, making sure he knew how to
get back, and reassuring Nate that he'd be back soon, Jack started the long
walk back to town. With his new health and Nate's good directions, he made
it back easily.

Jack caught a bus back to the city, and showed up for work the next day,
little worse for the wear and with a story about getting lost in the desert
and walking back out. Within a couple of days Jack had talked a friend with
a tow truck into going back out into the desert with him to fetch the SUV.
They found it after a couple of hours of searching and towed it back without
incident. Jack was careful not to even look in the direction of Nate's
lever, though their path back didn't come within sight of it.

Before the next weekend, Jack had gone to a couple of stores, including a
book store, and had gotten his SUV back from the mechanic, with a warning to
avoid any more joyriding in the desert. On Saturday, Jack headed back to see

Jack parked a little way out of the small town near Nate, loaded up his new
backpack with camping gear and the things he was bringing for Nate, and then
started walking. He figured that walking would leave the least trail, and he
knew that while not many people camped in the desert, it wasn't unheard of,
and shouldn't really raise suspicions.

Jack had brought more books for Nate - recent books, magazines, newspapers.
Some things that would catch Nate up with what was happening in the world,
others that were just good books to read. He spent the weekend with Nate,
and then headed out again, telling Nate that he'd be back again soon, but
that he had things to do first.

Over four months later Jack was back to see Nate again. This time he brought
a laptop with him - a specially modified laptop. It had a solar recharger,
special filters and seals to keep out the sand, a satellite link-up, and a
special keyboard and joystick that Jack hoped that a fifteen-foot
rattlesnake would be able to use. And, it had been hacked to not give out
its location to the satellite.

After that Jack could e-mail Nate to keep in touch, but still visited him
fairly regularly - at least once or twice a year.

After the first year, Jack quit his job. For some reason, with the wisdom he
'd been given, and the knowledge that he could live for over 150 years,
working in a nine to five job for someone else didn't seem that worthwhile
any more. Jack went back to school.

Eventually, Jack started writing. Perhaps because of the wisdom, or perhaps
because of his new perspective, he wrote well. People liked what he wrote,
and he became well known for it. After a time, Jack bought an RV and started
traveling around the country for book signings and readings.

But, he still remembered to drop by and visit Nate occasionally.

On one of the visits Nate seemed quieter than usual. Not that Nate had been
a fountain of joy lately. Jack's best guess was that Nate was still missing
Samuel, and though Jack had tried, he still hadn't been able to replace
Samuel in Nate's eyes. Nate had been getting quieter each visit. But on this
visit Nate didn't even speak when Jack walked up to the lever. He nodded at
Jack, and then went back to staring into the desert. Jack, respecting Nate's
silence, sat down and waited.

After a few minutes, Nate spoke. "Jack, I have someone to introduce you to."

Jack looked surprised. "Someone to introduce me to?" Jack looked around, and then looked carefully back at Nate. "This something to do with the Big Guy?

"No, no," replied Nate. "This is more personal. I want you to meet my son."
Nate looked over at the nearest sand dune. "Sammy!"

Jack watched as a four foot long desert rattlesnake crawled from behind the
dune and up to the stone base of the lever.

"Yo, Jack," said the new, much smaller snake.

"Yo, Sammy" replied Jack. Jack looked at Nate. "Named after Samuel, I

Nate nodded. "Jack, I've got a favor to ask you. Could you show Sammy around
for me?" Nate unwrapped himself from the lever and slithered over to the
edge of the stone and looked across the sands. "When Samuel first told me
about the world, and brought me books and pictures, I wished that I could go see it. I wanted to see the great forests, the canyons, the cities, even the
other deserts, to see if they felt and smelled the same. I want my son to
have that chance - to see the world. Before he becomes bound here like I have been.

"He's seen it in pictures, over the computer that you brought me. But I hear that it's not the same. That being there is different. I want him to have
that. Think you can do that for me, Jack?"

Jack nodded. This was obviously very important to Nate, so Jack didn't even
joke about taking a talking rattlesnake out to see the world. "Yeah, I can
do that for you, Nate. Is that all you need?" Jack could sense that was
something more.

Nate looked at Sammy. Sammy looked back at Nate for a second and then said,
"Oh, yeah. Ummm, I've gotta go pack. Back in a little bit Jack. Nice to meet
ya!" Sammy slithered back over the dune and out of sight.

Nate watched Sammy disappear and then looked back at Jack. "Jack, this is my
first son. My first offspring through all the years. You don't even want to
know what it took for me to find a mate." Nate grinned to himself. "But
anyway, I had a son for a reason. I'm tired. I'm ready for it to be over. I
needed a replacement."

Jack considered this for a minute. "So, you're ready to come see the world,
and you wanted him to watch the lever while you were gone?"

Nate shook his head. "No, Jack - you're a better guesser than that. You've
already figured out - I'm bound here - there's only one way for me to leave
here. And I'm ready. It's my time to die."

Jack looked more closely at Nate. He could tell Nate had thought about
this - probably for quite a while. Jack had trouble imagining what it would
be like to be as old as Nate, but Jack could already tell that in another
hundred or two hundred years, he might be getting tired of life himself.
Jack could understand Samuel's decision, and now Nate's. So, all Jack said
was, "What do you want me to do?"

Nate nodded. "Thanks, Jack. I only want two things. One - show Sammy around
the world - let him get his fill of it, until he's ready to come back here
and take over. Two - give me the fourth request.

"I can't just decide to die, not any more than you can. I won't even die of
old age like you eventually will, even though it'll be a long time from now.
I need to be killed. Once Sammy is back here, ready to take over, I'll be
able to die. And I need you to kill me.

"I've even thought about how. Poisons and other drugs won't work on me. And
I've seen pictures of snakes that were shot - some of them live for days, so
that's out too. So, I want you to bring back a sword.

Nate turned away to look back to the dune that Sammy had gone behind. "I'd
say an axe, but that's somewhat undignified - putting my head on the ground
or a chopping block like that. No, I like a sword. A time-honored way of
going out. A dignified way to die. And, most importantly, it should work,
even on me.

"You willing to do that for me, Jack?" Nate turned back to look at Jack.

"Yeah, Nate," replied Jack solemnly, "I think I can handle that."

Nate nodded. "Good!" He turned back toward the dune and shouted, "Sammy!
Jack's about ready to leave!" Then quietly, "Thanks, Jack."

Jack didn't have anything to say to that, so he waited for Sammy to make it
back to the lever, nodded to him, nodded a final time to Nate, and then
headed into the desert with Sammy following.
Over the next several years Sammy and Jack kept in touch with Nate through
e-mail as they went about their adventures. They made a goal of visiting
every country in the world, and did a respectable job of it. Sammy had a
natural gift for languages, as Jack expected he would, and even ended up
acting as a translator for Jack in a few of the countries. Jack managed to
keep the talking rattlesnake hidden, even so, and by the time they were
nearing the end of their tour of countries, Sammy had only been spotted a
few times. While there were several people that had seen enough to startle
them greatly, nobody had enough evidence to prove anything, and while a few
wild rumors and storied followed Jack and Sammy around, nothing ever hit the
newspapers or the public in general.

When they finished the tour of countries, Jack suggested that they try some
undersea diving. They did. And spelunking. They did that too. Sammy finally
drew the line at visiting Antarctica. He'd come to realize that Jack was
stalling. After talking to his Dad about it over e-mail, he figured out that
Jack probably didn't want to have to kill Nate. Nate told Sammy that humans
could be squeamish about killing friends and acquaintances.

So, Sammy eventually put his tail down (as he didn't have a foot) and told
Jack that it was time - he was ready to go back and take up his duties from
his dad. Jack, delayed it a little more by insisting that they go back to
Japan and buy an appropriate sword. He even stretched it a little more by
getting lessons in how to use the sword. But, eventually, he'd learned as
much as he was likely to without dedicating his life to it, and was
definitely competent enough to take the head off of a snake. It was time to
head back and see Nate.

When they got back to the US, Jack got the old RV out of storage where he
and Sammy had left it after their tour of the fifty states, he loaded up
Sammy and the sword, and they headed for the desert.

When they got to the small town that Jack had been trying to find those
years ago when he'd met Nate, Jack was in a funk. He didn't really feel like
walking all of the way out there. Not only that, but he'd forgotten to
figure the travel time correctly, and it was late afternoon. They'd either
have to spend the night in town and walk out tomorrow, or walk in the dark.

As Jack was afraid that if he waited one more night he might lose his
resolve, he decided that he'd go ahead and drive the RV out there. It was
only going to be this once, and Jack would go back and cover the tracks
afterward. They ought to be able to make it out there by nightfall if they
drove, and then they could get it over tonight.

Jack told Sammy to e-mail Nate that they were coming as he drove out of
sight of the town on the road. They then pulled off the road and headed out
into the desert.

Everything went well, until they got to the sand dunes. Jack had been
nursing the RV along the whole time, over the rocks, through the creek beds,
revving the engine the few times they almost got stuck. When they came to
the dunes, Jack didn't really think about it, he just downshifted and headed
up the first one. By the third dune, Jack started to regret that he'd
decided to try driving on the sand. The RV was fishtailling and losing
traction. Jack was having to work it up each dune slowly and was trying to
keep from losing control each time they came over the top and slid down the
other side. Sammy had come up to sit in the passenger seat, coiled up and
laughing at Jack's driving.

As they came over the top of the fourth dune, the biggest one yet, Jack saw
that this was the final dune - the stone, the lever, and somewhere Nate,
waited below. Jack put on the brakes, but he'd gone a little too far. The RV
started slipping down the other side.

Jack tried turning the wheel, but he didn't have enough traction. He pumped
the brakes - no response. They started sliding down the hill, faster and

Jack felt a shock go through him as he suddenly realized that they were
heading for the lever. He looked down - the RV was directly on course for
it. If Jack didn't do something, the RV would hit it. He was about to end

Jack steered more frantically, trying to get traction. It still wasn't
working. The dune was too steep, and the sand too loose. In a split second,
Jack realized that his only chance would be once he hit the stone around the
lever - he should have traction on the stone for just a second before he hit
the lever - he wouldn't have time to stop, but he should be able to steer

Jack took a better grip on the steering wheel and tried to turn the RV a
little bit - every little bit would help. He'd have to time his turn just

The RV got to the bottom of the dune, sliding at an amazing speed in the
sand. Just before they reached the stone Jack looked across it to check that
they were still heading for the lever. They were. But Jack noticed something
else that he hadn't seen from the top of the dune. Nate wasn't wrapped
around the lever. He was off to the side of the lever, but still on the
stone, waiting for them. The problem was, he was waiting on the same side of
the lever that Jack had picked to steer towards to avoid the lever. The RV
was already starting to drift that way a little in its mad rush across the
sand and there was no way that Jack was going to be able to go around the
lever to the other side.

Jack had an instant of realization. He was either going to have to hit the
lever, or run over Nate. He glanced over at Sammy and saw that Sammy
realized the same thing.

Jack took a firmer grip on the steering wheel as the RV ran up on the stone.
Shouting to Sammy as he pulled the steering wheel, "BETTER NATE THAN LEVER," he ran over the snake.

I am dissappoint (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208057)

Not a single camel fucking scene.

What happened to the previous story? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208047)

Oh that's right, so much Beta talk the mods deleted it. What a joke.

RIP Slashdot. Mods better spruce up their resume, though killing a major site like Slashdot won't look good on the job market, now will it?

Re:What happened to the previous story? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208087)

Mods better spruce up their resume, though killing a major site like Slashdot won't look good on the job market, now will it?

That's OK. They can collect Obamacare.

Re:What happened to the previous story? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208371)

Cute that you think slashdot is a major site.

Good bye.... (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208109)

It's been good. Time to go. Later gator. No news is good news.
Long live /.! "News for nerds!" "Stuff that matters!"

Cries a single tear. :'-(


Fuck beta (0)

WhoBeDaPlaya (984958) | about a year ago | (#46208253)

Fuck beta /thread

Using unsigned apps to handle your money? (1)

Burz (138833) | about a year ago | (#46208319)


OK, I'm assuming here that the app is unsigned. Its interesting that reporters at security news sites don't seem to care.

Re:Using unsigned apps to handle your money? (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208375)


http://webchat.freenode.net/?channels=altslashdot [freenode.net]


Doing it the lazy way (1)

dbIII (701233) | about a year ago | (#46208397)

The obvious way to corner the bitcoin "market" now is distributed malware to "mine" the coins instead of stealing them.

Two Step (1)

Cruciform (42896) | about a year ago | (#46208611)

Any of the big exchanges (and most of the medium sized ones) offer two step authentication. If someone is storing coins online, whether at an exchange or in an online wallet, then two step auth is mandatory.
Seeing how sites can vanish overnight I wouldn't advise using an online wallet anyway. Keep a personal encrypted wallet, and only move coins on to exchanges long enough to do transactions.


Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208619)

Off for a week, Fuck Beta, Fuck Dice, altslashdot for the win.

You should stop using Windows (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46208677)

Wait... OSX?

OSX/CoinThief ??? (1)

gnasher719 (869701) | about a year ago | (#46208693)

Isn't that a bit of a giveaway, if you write a Trojan and call it OSX/CoinThief? I know there are people out there who think people buying Macs do so because they are too stupid to handle real computers, but nobody could possibly think they are stupid enough to install an app called OSX/CoinThief? Is that how the trojan was found? Someone thought the name is a bit suspicious and started looking?

Re:OSX/CoinThief ??? (1)

silverdr (779097) | about a year ago | (#46208763)

Some people are too stupid to handle "real" computers and some are too stupid to learn how malware is classified and what a malware index is. Hint: OSX/CoinThief.A is NOT a name of the program in question.

Re:OSX/CoinThief ??? (2)

mellyra (2676159) | about a year ago | (#46209337)

Isn't that a bit of a giveaway, if you write a Trojan and call it OSX/CoinThief? I know there are people out there who think people buying Macs do so because they are too stupid to handle real computers, but nobody could possibly think they are stupid enough to install an app called OSX/CoinThief? Is that how the trojan was found? Someone thought the name is a bit suspicious and started looking?

OSX/CoinThief.A is the name the security reseachers gave the trojan. The actual application was called StealthBit.

Re:OSX/CoinThief ??? (1)

Farmer Pete (1350093) | about a year ago | (#46209511)

I don't think I would install an application called StealthBit either. Sounds like an accident waiting to happen.

Re:OSX/CoinThief ??? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46210673)

it's a wallet that implements stealth addresses, therefore the name.

Bitcoins? Thank God! (1)

oscrivellodds (1124383) | about a year ago | (#46209025)

For a moment I thought we were talking about MONEY!

Re:Bitcoins? Thank God! (1)

tompaulco (629533) | about a year ago | (#46210635)

Yes, as we all well know, bitcoins are worthless and so therefore nobody would ever steal them and so therefore this whole article is a lie from Satan.

But Bitcoin is just like currency... (1)

Jawnn (445279) | about a year ago | (#46210515)

...only better.

Uh-huh. Sure.

Re:But Bitcoin is just like currency... (0)

Anonymous Coward | about a year ago | (#46211685)

Credit cards are just like currency only better. Once someone gets your unique combination of account numbers, you're screwed.

Re:But Bitcoin is just like currency... (2)

Algae_94 (2017070) | about a year ago | (#46212151)

Said the guy who never had fraudulent charges reversed on a credit card. Try doing that with cash.

There are definite negatives to using credit cards, but they have advantages as well.

Re:But Bitcoin is just like currency... (1)

dk20 (914954) | about a year ago | (#46211765)

Seems its "Greatest strength" is also its greatest weakness (anonymous transfers)?

Had this been a case of your money being stolen from a real bank you would have several methods of recourse.
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