KNOLL by Stephen Hillard

Author:Stephen Hillard
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781590794227
Publisher: SelectBooks, Inc.
Published: 2018-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

BANNER’S BLOG—DRZ

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They are still trying to hack me, find me. So, no truce. I’ll keep on blogging. Today I want to talk about missing information.

For the NSA, it’s harder to destroy data than to collect it. The whole edifice is based on absolute acquisition—each, all, every, whenever, wherever, forever. Loss of data is bad. Destruction of data is a sin. Deresolution, derez, DRZ, is biblical, Tron-level heresy.

The only reason to derez data—find it and dissolve it into nothingness without any recoverable trace, without remanence—is to hide something. Or somebody. Maybe for “deep concealment.” Maybe for reasons forever unknown. The office favorite was a guy named “Owsley,” a 1960s drug manufacturer who was on the FBI’s Most Wanted list. Aside from a bad picture, there was no record of him. No date or place of birth, hair, eye color, driver’s license, fingerprints, etc. Nothing. A ghost, and he stayed that way, finally becoming a kind of cult hero, surviving as a footnote to the Grateful Dead, or as a character in obscure books like Mirkwood. More on that later.

Older data destruction techniques such as file deletion, overwriting, degaussing, local-pulse, media destruction, are quaint and ineffectual. Even data “in the cloud” exists at some, usually manifold, points in time and space. These may shift, but you have to find and trash the data everywhere it exists. The NSA’s current system, DRZ, is based on tagging the data and encrypting it, then destroying the keys to the encryption. Essentially casting it into the void.

After I compiled and isolated certain data, namely the Bell South phone records of eleven calls made by Carlos Marcello’s lawyer, Mike Maroon, to Lee Harvey Oswald, David Ferrie, and Jack Ruby, along with a flurry of calls from the Captain Shreve Hotel, Room 949, and Room 218 in the Countryside Motel in Bossier City, Louisiana, all on November 20-23, 1963, they directed me to DRZ all the information, everywhere it existed. I did. Except for one place: my own files. That’s when I started making the plans that led me to here. Of course, here could be anywhere. Maybe even a house across the street from the TCC in San Antonio.

OK, NSA, how’s that for a taunt?

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