Last night I had a dream. I dreamed of an attacker who was in possession of secret documents about the war in Afghanistan, in Iraq and on the confidence of American diplomats. It is unknown if a move is personal ethics, typical of hackers, or if there is someone behind, but the man decided to make public everything. Public and free. Everyone on Earth can connect to a site and read and see things that otherwise would never know or see each other face to blurt out things and events that have always known but underneath has always pretended not to see.
I dreamed that this man became a wanted man, while its servers were under attack by powerful DDoS. And then someone starts to tell himself that maybe it is not right, it is not right that in the life of a state certain things are kept secret, and it is unfair that someone is prosecuted for having revealed. Meanwhile it turns out that the documents on diplomatic cables coming from a boy of 23 years who had access to SIPRNet. Disgusted by what he saw every day on how America manages its international relations, and above all as he leads his criminal war in the Middle East and subtracts all the documents that can and send them to Wikileaks for publishing them. The king is now naked bombing unauthorized civilians killed for no reason, torture, spied on UN committees without the right to do so.
And I dreamed that it did not end here. I dreamed that a powerful DDoS could to knock those servers that host the documents, but by then it was too late. Other people began to say what they knew, to leak information, open to the world, like a virus . And I dreamed a new world born from the chaos caused by the disgrace of a thousand were stripped from the Internet. A world where perhaps there is no place for dirty secret, for dirty clothes to wash at home for the abuses and the abuses of power.
Then I woke up. It's raining outside.
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