The Big Scoop

Hello, my name is Jack Williams. I am a reporter you have been hearing a lot about and this is how I gathered my information for my article on "Computers, Hacking, And USA\'s Citizens" that has been causing so much uproar in many states and even in the government. Recently, people have claimed that I fantasized everything in the report and that I should work in the fiction field in stead of journalism, so here is the exact way I received my information for my story. I will start from the top and I will try not to miss a detail so you can fully understand me.
It was the first Friday of July and it was like any typical midsummer evening at 6:00pm. The sun was still out shining down, just turning red for sunset. It was not especially hot, but it was still tee-shirt weather. I walked down the rather clean street towards the Citicorp building, thinking excitedly about what was going to happen at the meeting and about what information I could receive from this expierence. It was not long before I was standing in front of the modern Citicorp building. The building exterior consisted of mainly large glass windows which provided a very vivid reflection of the neighboring buildings, almost camouflaging its presence on the block. I thought of how the buildings appearence is suiting for what is happening inside at that moment. I casually walked into the revolving glass doors that stood at the base of the building. There were plenty of stores to my left and right. They ranged from candy stores selling snickers bars and almond joy to fast food restaurants selling burgers and french fries and all of the had people inside of them, spending the money they just withdrew from the nearby ATM machines and the tellers upstairs. It was the tipical gimick to make people spend their money, let them have easy access to it, so it was nothing surprising to me.
I continued to walk towards the back of the building looking at all the stores to my sides until I reached the very back of the building, right in front of Barnes & Nobles. I saw a crowd of people standing there, all of mixed ages and nationality. None were alike. These were not the normal people you would picture as vivid computer lovers or people who liked to hack. People exchanged disks everywhere in sight. There were all types of people sharing information about everything from the latest computer security weakness or newest computer virii to what new programs were released today. Forty year old men and women in suits and ties standing, talking, and exchanging information with kids age ten to fifteen who were dressed in skater outfits. In other places people from foreign countries spoke with Americans overlooking their differences. They all shared the same interest in hacking and computer technology. They live in their own world where dollars mean nothing and disks mean everything.
I casually walked into the crowd towards a man who seemed rather interesting to me. He was a tall man, about 30. The man was wearing Levis jeans, a clean white tee-shirt that said "duh?" in large straight black letters, and a large red and black side bag full of printed papers. He handed me some paper and told me in a semi-happy voice to take a look at that and that it would explain everything. I threw the paper into my bag saying to my self that this guy belongs in a mental institution if he actually believed that one piece of paper could explain the whole hacker world and I walked on to the other side of the room. There was a kid standing there in the normal baggy pants and tee shirt working on a toshiba laptop. Wanting to get the information I needed for my story, I walked over to the kid and asked him what he was up to and to my surprise he asked me in a deep voice if I was affiliated with any law enforcement agencies such as the F.B.I. or the C.I.A.. I said to myself why would I be with a law enforcement agency, but to