Chapters (72)
- ALSO BY ROBIN COOK
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- PREFACE
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- EPILOGUE
“Yes. As I told you, it was the scanner at the door to the bridge connecting the building I work in to the immediately neighboring building. It refused me passage.”
“And no security person was standing there?”
“No. No one.”
“Good.”
“You understand the science behind this, don’t you?”
“In general, I suppose from what you told me.”
“To review, it is based on the fact that irises are unique, like fingerprints. Even identical twins have distinct irises. What the scanner does is use mathematical and statistical algorithms on certain visible characteristics, and digitalizes them, and then compares them with its library of stored scans. In a place like Nano, the results of a scan are then compared with its list of people who have access at the particular scanner. It is then yes, you have access, or no, you don’t.”
“I appreciate your taking the time to do this,” Pia said.
“Hey, I’m enjoying myself. This is exactly the kind of computer stuff that I find interesting. I’m also kind of a movie buff, and it reminds me of that movie with Tom Cruise. What was it?”
Pia shrugged. She’d only seen a handful of movies in her life. Her life had enough drama. She never felt that she needed more.
“Minority Report!” said Paul, happy that he’d remembered. “Tom Cruise got his eyes switched out, which of course is going a bit overboard, which is what Hollywood’s all about. . . . Anyway, we’re not doing anything so drastic, thank goodness. But I think the system has a flaw that we can exploit, at least the system that is currently in use.”
“This is fun for you, I can see,” said Pia. “What did you do in high school, hack into ATMs?”
“What I did in high school is none of your business,” said Paul, but with a smile on his face. “Seriously, what are you going to do if this works? Whose eye are you intending to photograph? The only actual people you told me about at Nano are Berman and that Spallek woman I met. He’s the big boss and she’s a horror show. How are you going to get those pictures?”
“Now you’re asking too many questions,” said Pia. She hadn’t told Paul much about the development of her relationship with Berman, or what Berman had perceived as such. But she thought that Berman would be the most likely target, especially because of the nascent social connection she had with him. She knew she was playing with fire, but so be it. There seemed to be no other way if she was serious about finding out what Nano was up to. The other benefit of using Berman was that he undoubtedly had access to everything.