Высокие технологии в современной англоязычной литературе. Часть IV. Методические указания для бакалавров и специалистов 1-2 курсов всех отделений и на

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Deaver J. Carte blanche: a James Bond novel.- L.:Hodder & Stoughton Ltd., 2011.- P.302-303

Bond approached the first guardhouse at the outer fence. A large man in uniform greeted him with a reserved nod. Bond gave his cover name. The man made a call and a moment later an equally large, equally stern fellow in a dark business suit came up and said, ‗Mr Theron, this way, please.‘Bond followed him through the no man‘s land between the two fences. They entered a room where three armed guards sat about, watching a football match. They stood up immediately. The security man turned to Bond. ‗Now, Mr Theron, we have very strict rules here.

Mr Hydt and his associates do most of the research and development work for his companies on these premises. We must guard our trade secrets carefully. We don‘t allow any mobiles or radios of any kind in with you. No cameras or pagers either. You‘ll have to hand them in.‘Bond was looking at a large rack, like the cubbyholes for keys behind the front desk in old-fashioned hotels. There were hundreds and most of them had phones in them. The guard noticed. ‗The rule applies to all our employees too.‘Bond recalled that René Mathis had told him the same thing about Hydt‘s London operation – that there was virtually no SIGINT going into or coming out of the company. ‗Well, you have landlines I can use, I assume. I‘ll have to check my messages.‘‗There are some, but all the lines go through a central switchboard in the security department. A guard could make the call for you but you wouldn‘t have any privacy. Most visitors wait until after they leave. The same is true for email and Internet access. If you wish to keep anything metal on you, we‘ll have to X-ray it.‘‗I should tell you I‘m armed.‘‗Yes.‘ As if many people coming to visit Green Way were. ‗Of course—‘‗I‘ll have to hand in my weapon too?‘‗That‘s right.‘Bond silently thanked Felicity Willing for filling him in on Hydt‘s security. Otherwise he would have been caught with one of Q

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Branch‘s standard-issue video or still surveillance cameras in a pen or jacket button, which would have shattered his credibility . . . and probably led to a full-on fight.

Playing the tough mercenary, he scoffed at the inconvenience, but handed over his gun and phone, programmed to reveal only information about his Gene Theron cover identity, should anyone try to crack it. Then he stripped off his belt and watch, placed them and his keys in a tray for the X-ray. He strode through quickly and was reunited with his possessions – after the guard had checked that the watch, keys and belt held no cameras, weapons or recording devices. ‗Wait here, please, sir,‘ the security man said. Bond sat where indicated. The inhaler was still in his pocket. If they had frisked him, found and dismantled the device, they would have discovered it was in fact a sensitive camera, constructed without a single metal part. One of Sanu Hirani‘s contacts in Cape Town had managed to find or assemble the device that morning. The shutter was carbon fibre, as were the springs operating it.The image-storage medium was quite interesting – unique nowadays: old-fashioned microfilm, the sort spies had used during the Cold War. The camera had a fixed-focus lens and Bond could snap a picture by pressing the base, then twisting it to advance the film. It could take thirty pictures. In this digital age, the cobwebbed past occasionally offered an advantage.

Task 9

Explain the meaning of the following:

Cover name, no man‘s land, cubbyholes, landlines, central switchboard, standard-issue video, still surveillance cameras, full-on light, image-storage medium

Task 10

Answer the following questions.

1.Who greeted Bond?

2.Why were no mobiles or radios allowed on the premises?

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3.What did Bond recall?

4.Why did Bond silently thank Felicity Willing?

5.What did Bond hand over?

6.What was still in Bond‘s pocket?

7.Why was Bond‘s camera quite interesting?

Text 5

Read the text and follow the instructions.

Deaver J. Carte blanche: a James Bond novel.- L.:Hodder & Stoughton Ltd., 2011.- P.377-379

The Irishman had arranged the derailment to make it look like an accident so no one would realise the metal had been stolen. But how had Dunne and Hydt got hold of the plans? The Serbs would have done all they could to keep the blueprints and specifications secret. Bond found the answer a moment later in a memo from the Dubai engineer Mahdi al-Fulan, dated a year ago. Severan:I have looked into your request to see if it is possible to fabricate a system that will reconstruct shredded classified documents. I‘m afraid with modern shredders the answer is no. But I would propose this: I can create an electric eye system that serves as a safety device to prevent injuries when someone tries to reach into a document shredder. In fact, though, it would double as a hyper-speed optical scanner. When the documents are fed into the system, the scanner reads all the information on them before they are shredded. The data can be stored on a 3- or 4-terabyte hard drive hidden somewhere in the shredder and uploaded via a secure mobile or satellite link, or even physically retrieved when your employees replace the blades or clean the units. I further recommend that you make and offer to your clients shredders that are so efficient they literally turn their documents to dust, so that you will instil confidence in them to hire you to destroy even the most sensitive materials.

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In addition, I have a plan for a similar device that would extract data from hard drives before they are destroyed. I believe it‘s possible to create a machine that would break apart laptop or desktop computers, optically identify the hard drive and route it to a special station where the drive would be temporarily connected to a processor in the destruction machine. Classified information could be copied before the drives were wiped and crushed. He recalled his tour of Green Way and

Hydt‘s excitement about the automated computer destruction devices.In a few years that will be my most lucrative operation.Bond read on. The documentshredder scanners were already in use in every city where Green Way had a base, including at top-secret Serbian military facilities and weapons contractors outside Belgrade.

Other memos detailed plans to capture less classified but still valuable documents, using special teams of Green Way refuse collectors to gather the rubbish of targeted individuals, bring it to special locations and sort through it for personal and sensitive information. Bond noted the value of this: he found copies of credit-card receipts, some intact, others reconstructed from simple document shredders. One bill, for instance, was from a hotel outside Pretoria. The card holder had the title ‗Right Honourable‘. Notes attached to it warned that the man‘s extramarital affair would be made public if he didn‘t agree to a list of demands an opposing politician was making. So, such items would be the ‗special materials‘

Bond had seen being shipped here in Green Way lorries.There were also pages upon pages of what seemed to be phone numbers, along with many other digits, screen names, pass codes and excerpts of emails and text messages. E-waste. Of course, workers in Silicon Row were looking through phones and computers, extracting electronic serial numbers for mobiles, passwords, banking information, texts, records of instant messages and who knew what else?

Task 11

Discuss the following problems with your classmates:

1. Why is documents shredding important? Give your reasons.

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2.Is it possible to reconstruct shredded classified documents? If it is, give your examples.

3.Where can reconstructed documents be used?

Task 12

Read texts 1-5 again, write out all abbreviations and try to give their full versions.

Task 13

What kind of organization is Green Way? Do you know similar ones in Russia or other countries?

Task 14

Can you reconstruct the plot of J.Deaver‘s book after having read texts 1-5? If not, what prevents you from doing it?

Text 6

Read the text and follow the instructions.

Masello R. The Medusa amulet.-N.Y.: Bantam Books, 2012.-P.339-341

As he had watched their mysterious stranger descend into the Metro station across the street, David‘s first impulse had been to run after him and force him to explain himself, to tell them something concrete about their adversaries. Otherwise, what use were these cryptic warnings?

But he sensed that the doctor-if that‘s what he really was-had already taken as much of a chance as he was willing to

―So what‘s next?‖ Olivia asked. ―We could camp out on the marquis‘s doorstep, which might get cold, or go back to the hotel.‖

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Truth be told, neither of those was what David wanted to do; what he wanted to do was climb the wall around the town house, break in through the first window he could find, and scour Sant‘Angelo‘s collection himself, from top to bottom.

Taking out his cell phone, he checked for messages, but there were none of any consequence. He tried Sarah, got her voice mail, then tried Gary and got his voice mail, too. Every time he called, or spoke to them, his heart was in his mouth, afraid that Sarah might have taken a turn for the worse. Although he hoped for the best, he was always-secretly, and to his own dismay-expecting the worst.

―The hotel,‖ David conceded, as he pulled his coat off the back of his chair. ―You can fill in some of the blanks on Cagliostro on the way.‖

Outside, the street was nearly deserted, but on the train platform he felt oddly exposed. There were a couple of men loitering near the tracks, reading papers, or studying their BlackBerries, and though there was nothing overtly menacing about them, David got a strange vibe. He was starting to wonder if the good doctor had given him the willies, or worse yet, dropped something into his drink again. But glancing at Olivia, he could tell she was feeling edgy, too.

―Maybe we should splurge on a taxi?‖ ―If we can get one,‖ she said.

They had no sooner emerged from the station than a pair of headlights approached them from down the street. David noticed that the light on the top of the cab suddenly went from Off to On, but it was only when it stopped at the curb that he saw it was a rusty old heap, the same one that had been cruising the block an hour ago. Inside, he saw a swarthy, foreign driver, with a string of wooden beads hanging from the rearview mirror, and caught the sweet scent of Turkish tobacco.

Olivia had her hand on the door when David backed off and said, ―No thanks.‖ Cranking the window lower, the driver said, ―What‘s the problem? Anywhere

you want to go.‖

David tapped the door politely, and said, ―Changed my mind. Thanks, anyway.‖

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Olivia looked confused as the driver, sneering, pulled away from the curb and drove, slowly, toward the corner.

―What was wrong with that cab?‖ Olivia asked.

―Didn‘t feel right,‖ David replied, and after all they had been through already,

Olivia knew enough to respect a hunch.

David waited until the taxi was just out of sight, then took Olivia‘s hand, saying, ―Let‘s take a walk,‖ and ducking into the park. ―We‘ll catch a cab on the other side.‖

It was a cloudy night, with almost no moon, but the pathway was marked every fifty yards or so by old-fashioned lampposts. The gravel crunched under their feet as they walked, and the wind stirred the barren branches of the great old elms. No one else was on the walkway, the green metal benches were empty, and the few concession stands that they passed were sealed up behind accordion gates. A separate path sloped down on their left, toward a man-made lake and a ramshackle boathouse. A wooden sign on a shingle advertised rowboats for rent.

Olivia pulled her collar up around her neck and stuck her bare hands deep into her pockets. David wondered if she was questioning his decision.

With the leather valise slung over one shoulder, he kept an eye out, looking into the shadows on either side and occasionally turning to stare into the darkness behind them. Even he was starting to wonder if he hadn‘t made the wrong call.

But then she surprised him, as she often did. ―You know,‖ she said, launching into what she‘d actually been brooding over, ―Cagliostro was said to have initiated

Napoleon into the secret mysteries of Rosicrucianism, among other things. And after the count was murdered in 1795, legend has it that the Emperor ordered his soldiers to find the count‘s grave, dig up the body, and bring him the skull.‖

―What for?‖

―A drinking cup.‖

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Task 15

Answer the following questions:

1.What was David‘s first impulse?

2.What did he want to do?

3.Why was David‘s heart in his mouth?

4.Where did he feel exposed?

5.Why did David decide not to take a taxi?

6.What impression did the park make?

7.How did Olivia surprise David?

Task 16

Retell the text.

Text 7

While reading the text answer the following questions:

1.What did Escher see in the rearview window?

2.How much did Maserati cost?

3.What did Escher regret?

4.Why could the driver of the Maserati start to step on it?

5.Why did Escher barely have a chance to read the little blue-and-white signs marking each town?

6.What did Escher berate himself for?

7.Where did the Maserati turn?

Masello R. The Medusa amulet.-N.Y.: Bantam Books, 2012.-P.401-404

In the rearview mirror, he spotted a sleek, silver Maserati pulling up to the side door of the house. A tough-looking guy in a black windbreaker-he looked like a tradesman, Italian or maybe a Greek-tossed some duffels and backpacks into the open boot. Then the girl, Olivia, came out of the house-wearing a black coat, different from the day before-and slid into the backseat. David followed, and got in

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the front on the passenger side. He was dressed all in black, too. They looked like a troupe of mimes, or second-story men.

―Ernst? Are you still there?‖

―No,‖ Escher replied, snapping the phone shut and turning on the ignition. He felt like a falcon that had just flown free.

The boot was slammed shut, and the driver stopped to exchange a few words with a formidable-looking man, well dressed, leaning on a black walking stick. The lord of the manor, Escher assumed.

The Maserati-a car that Escher knew cost no less than ninety thousand eurospurred out of the driveway, and as it passed the stubby Peugeot, Escher slumped down in his seat, waited for a delivery van to get between them, then promptly pulled out. The street was quiet and serene, with the park on one side and the row of elegant town houses on the other, but soon the Maserati had entered the thick, late-morning traffic of the city. The congestion actually made it easier for Escher to follow unnoticed; for all its horsepower, the Maserati couldn‘t get through the honking horns and red lights and stop signs any faster than anyone else.

Still, he wished he‘d had the chance to attach a transponder under its bumper. Technology always helped in situations like this.

He especially regretted it when the car rounded a busy traffic circle and signaled a turn onto the ramp leading to the A 10, a major motor route heading southwest into the Loire Valley. Once they got out onto the highway, where the speed limits were 130 kph and enforcement, even of that speed, was virtually nil, it was going to be a struggle for his little Peugeot-which wasn‘t exactly a new model to begin with-to keep pace, much less without being spotted.

And Escher didn‘t doubt that David and Olivia had wised up enough to check if they were being followed. They might be naive, but they weren‘t stupid.

Schillinger‘s crack about his limited imagination came back to him, and before focusing again on his driving, Escher entertained a brief fantasy of retribution, stuffing the old man‘s mouth with whatever precious papers were in that valise.

The Maserati had flown down the entry ramp and merged seamlessly with the

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swifter highway flow. Fortunately, this close to Paris, there were still plenty of other cars and lorries and tour buses-dozens of the buses, in fact, packed with tourists setting out on the chateau circuit-to impede its progress. But that wouldn‘t last long.

Escher checked his gas, and at least he was still running on a virtually full tank. Within a half hour, however, the buses had all moved to one lane, and the other traffic had sufficiently thinned that the driver of the Maserati could start to step on it. And he did. The silver car zoomed ahead, and Escher had to put his foot to the floor of the Peugeot just to keep it in sight. The cabin whined with the sound of the engine and the doors rattled, as, on both sides of the road, fallow fields and barren vineyards flashed past. The car was going so fast that Escher, who had to keep one eye on the Maserati at all times, barely had a chance to read the little blue-and- white signs marking each town and tourist site they passed. Several times, one bus or another would peel off, but the silver car stayed in the passing lane and barreled

straight ahead like a bullet.

Escher adjusted himself in his seat, and kept both hands tightly on the wheel. But he was afraid that if he kept up this speed much longer, the motor might die, or something else might go wrong. He berated himself for not having gone to some other rental agency and getting a better, more powerful car.

And then, just as he was sure he was about to lose the Maserati altogether, it suddenly, and without warning, cut across the traffic lanes, causing one truck to swerve wildly and another to hit its brakes, before shooting toward the exit ramp for a couple of towns called Biencie/Cinq Tours. It was standard procedure for losing a tail, and Escher wondered if he had actually been spotted, or if the driver was just doing what came naturally.

But with only seconds to react, Escher simultaneously flipped on his flashers and his turn signals, and navigated as fast as he could toward the right side of the road. Other cars blasted their horns and one driver flew by giving him the finger. But he was too far along to make it down the ramp, and it was all he could do to stop the Peugeot on an overpass a hundred yards ahead and jump out of the car.

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