Of course I agreed, and sat down with a system admin named Stephen Marr, who acted as if he thought we were going to chat like good buddies. I treated it the same way I would have if it had been a deposition: he asked questions, I answered. But there wasn’t all that much to tell. No high-tech hacking secrets. I told him how I had simply called a secretary and schmoozed her into giving me her log-in name and changing her password to one I provided—no big deal.