https://wiki.bibanon.org/index.php?title=Bad_as_Shit&feed=atom&action=historyBad as Shit - Revision history2024-03-29T10:07:51ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.38.2https://wiki.bibanon.org/index.php?title=Bad_as_Shit&diff=4878&oldid=prevKali: Created page with "== Bad as Shit== -------->Courtesy of The Black Gate BBS<-------- Recently, a telephone fanatic in the northwest made an interesting discovery. He was exploring..."2017-06-22T01:08:28Z<p>Created page with "== Bad as Shit== -------->Courtesy of The Black Gate BBS<-------- Recently, a telephone fanatic in the northwest made an interesting discovery. He was exploring..."</p>
<p><b>New page</b></p><div>== Bad as Shit==<br />
-------->Courtesy of The Black Gate BBS<--------<br />
<br />
Recently, a telephone fanatic in the northwest made an interesting<br />
discovery. He was exploring the 804 area code (Virginia) and found out that<br />
the 840 exchange did something strange.<br />
<br />
In the vast majority of cases, in fact in all of the cases except one, he<br />
would get a recording as if the exchange didn't exist. However, if he dialed<br />
804-840 and four rather predictable numbers, he got a ring!<br />
<br />
After one or two rings, somebody picked up. Being experienced at this<br />
kind of thing, he could tell that the call didn't "supe", that is, no charges<br />
were being incurred for calling this number.<br />
<br />
(Calls that get you to an error message, or a special operator, generally<br />
don't supervise.) A female voice, with a hint of a Southern accent said,<br />
"Operator, can I help you?"<br />
<br />
"Yes," he said, "What number have I reached?"<br />
<br />
"What number did you dial, sir?"<br />
<br />
He made up a number that was similar.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry that is not the number you reached." Click.<br />
<br />
He was fascinated. What in the world was this? He knew he was going to<br />
call back, but before he did, he tried some more experiments. He tried the 840<br />
exchange in several other area codes. In some, it came up as a valid exchange.<br />
In others, exactly the same thing happened -- the same last four digits, the<br />
same Southern belle. Oddly enough, he later noticed, the areas worked in<br />
seemed to travel in a beeline from Washington DC to Pittsburgh, PA.<br />
<br />
He called back from a payphone. "Operator, can I help you?"<br />
<br />
"Yes, this is the phone company. I'm testing this line and we don't seem to<br />
have an identification on your circuit. What office is this, please?"<br />
<br />
"What number are you trying to reach?"<br />
<br />
"I'm not trying to reach any number. I'm trying to identify this circuit."<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry, I can't help you."<br />
<br />
"Ma'am, if I don't get an ID on this line, I'll have to disconnect it. We<br />
show no record of it here."<br />
<br />
"Hold on a moment, sir."<br />
<br />
After about a minute, she came back. "Sir, I can have someone speak to you.<br />
Would you give me your number, please?"<br />
<br />
He had anticipated this and he had the payphone number ready. After he gave<br />
it, she said, "Mr. XXX will get right back to you."<br />
<br />
"Thanks." He hung up the phone. It rang. INSTANTLY! "Oh my God," he<br />
thought, "They weren't asking for my number -- they were confirming it!"<br />
<br />
"Hello," he said, trying to sound authoritative.<br />
<br />
"This is Mr. XXX. Did you just make an inquiry to my office concerning a<br />
phone number?"<br />
<br />
"Yes. I need an identi--"<br />
<br />
"What you need is advice. Don't ever call that number again. Forget you<br />
ever knew it."<br />
<br />
At this point our friend got so nervous he just hung up. He expected to<br />
hear the phone ring again but it didn't.<br />
<br />
Over the next few days he racked his brains trying to figure out what the<br />
number was. He knew it was something big -- that was pretty certain at this<br />
point. It was so big that the number was programmed into every central office<br />
in the country. He knew this because if he tried to dial any other number in<br />
that exchange, he'd get a local error message from his CO, as if the exchange<br />
didn't exist.<br />
<br />
It finally came to him. He had an uncle who worked in a federal agency. He<br />
had a feeling that this was government related and if it was, his uncle could<br />
probably find out what it was. He asked the next day and his uncle promised to<br />
look into the matter.<br />
<br />
The next time he saw his uncle, he noticed a big change in his manner. He<br />
was trembling. "Where did you get that number?!" he shouted. "Do you know I<br />
almost got fired for asking about it?!? They kept wanting to know where I got<br />
it."<br />
<br />
Our friend couldn't contain his excitement. "What is it?" he pleaded.<br />
"What's the number?!"<br />
<br />
"IT'S THE PRESIDENT'S BOMB SHELTER!"<br />
<br />
He never called the number after that. He knew that he could probably cause<br />
quite a bit of excitement by calling the number and saying something like, "The<br />
weather's not good in Washington. We're coming over for a visit." But our<br />
friend was smart. he knew that there were some things that were better off<br />
unsaid and undone.<br />
<br />
(A fucking great story from the Official Phreaker's Guide)<br />
<br />
------------EXODUS</div>Kali