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line of text that said: ‘If you have a Nemor Inc. user ID and password, please log in now. If you wish to contact Nemor Inc., please use the contact email address
below.’ Two empty text boxes let people type in user IDs and passwords, if they had them. Below that was a hyperlinked email address.
    Tara pinged the email address using one of her own apps, but the response came straight back: –
Error – this email address is invalid
.
    Interesting. They didn’t seem to want – or maybe expect – any incoming emails from members of the public. That kind of industrial secrecy made Tara and the other people in her
group very suspicious.
    She set another app working on the user ID and password boxes, cycling through millions of permutations of names and words picked randomly from the dictionary on the faint chance that some
combination might accidentally be correct, but she wasn’t holding out much hope. To get past this kind of authentication system you usually needed to know
something
about one of the
employees – a name that you could use as a basis for generating a system username, and some personal information that would help identify a password, like their date of birth, or their
partner’s date of birth, or a favourite hobby or something. Here, she had nothing. Even the WikiLeaks references weren’t specific enough.
    Frustrated, she called up the HTML code underlying the website and glanced through it. The code was concise, neatly written and well documented. But there was something odd about it.
    She looked closer. There was a hotspot on the site – a button that could be clicked, which led to a different site, but the button was the same colour as the background website colour, so
it was effectively invisible. You had to know it was there if you wanted to click on it – just like you had to know that there was a company called Nemor Incorporated if you wanted to find
their website in the first place.
    Another soft chime, and a new message popped up in a window.
You want to hand it across to someone else to work on?
    No!
she typed back. She knew that the loose affiliation of activists, anarchists and hackers that she hung out with – electronically, at least – had a whole load of computer
experts who were more experienced than she was, but she felt like this was her baby. Investigating Nemor Incorporated had been entrusted to her, and she wanted to prove that she could do it, break
their security. If they were part of the military/industrial/financial complex that effectively controlled the entire world through puppet governments and complicated financial transactions, then
she wanted to do her bit to shut them down. If politics and democracy couldn’t clean up the world, then it was time for the activists to have a go.
    Now that she knew where on the website it was, she clicked on the hidden button. Her browser screen cleared, and the Nemor Incorporated front page wiped away to be replaced with a different
screen. This one was much more impressive, and much more informative. Beneath a company logo that looked weirdly like a unicorn caught in the crosshairs of a telescopic rifle there were hyperlinks
to other pages that appeared to be site maps, lists of company locations, lists of departments, subsidiary companies . . . all kinds of things. It was going to take her a while to filter the
information.
    Another chime, and a message window opened up. She glanced at it quickly, ready to put her friends off so she could work her way through the website she’d discovered.
    Miss Tara Flynn
, the message started,
you have found our hidden website. Congratulations. We need to talk to you.
    What the . . . ? She glanced around her bedroom automatically, suddenly suspicious that someone was watching her, but the door was closed and she was alone.
    Who is this?
she typed back after a few minutes of indecision.
    The answer flashed back almost instantly.
This is Nemor Incorporated, Security Division
.
    How