Aspie Synne At Large by @ELyssaD™ © 2012

“The World At Large” by Modest Mouse

Ice-age heat wave, can’t complain.
If the world’s at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn’t stop.
You don’t know where and you don’t know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain’t got no plan.
We’ll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I’m making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters – books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven’t gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn’t know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn’t understand.

I know that starting over is not what life’s about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

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Faux Security: @JosephKBlack, @ElyssaD, BlackBerg Security, and Shades of Project Viglio

Blackberg & ElyssaD:

A while back, I ran across ElyssaD and her whack ass site which was scraping my content from Infosecisland. I later read  Jaded Security’s post filling in the gaps that I had given up on in my searches on her digital rats warren of sites and chalked it up to fucktards at play. However, since then, she has failed to remove my content from her sites, her ersatz ‘employer’ Joe Black, has called me out as a supporter of Anonymous and LulzSec, and still, my content is on her frantically moronic sites.

Faux Security: BlackBerg Security and Shades of Project Viglio by @Krypti3ia @infosecisland

Faux Security: @JosephKBlack, @ElyssaD, BlackBerg Security, and Shades of Project Viglio

BlackBerg & ElyssaD:

A while back, I ran across ElyssaD and her whacky site which was scraping my content from Infosec Island. I later read Jaded Security’s post filling in the gaps that I had given up on in my searches on her digital rats warren of sites and chalked it up to idiots at play.

However, since then, she has failed to remove my content from her sites, her ersatz ‘employer’ Joe Black, has called me out as a supporter of Anonymous and LulzSec, and still, my content is on her frantically moronic sites.

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BlackBerg & ElyssaD:

A while back, I ran across ElyssaD and her whacky site which was scraping my content from Infosec Island. I later read Jaded Security’s post filling in the gaps that I had given up on in my searches on her digital rats warren of sites and chalked it up to idiots at play.

However, since then, she has failed to remove my content from her sites, her ersatz ‘employer’ Joe Black, has called me out as a supporter of Anonymous and LulzSec, and still, my content is on her frantically moronic sites.

BART mobile shutdown provokes Anonymous hackers

Hackers have targeted the website of a San Francisco transport company that turned off mobile masts to prevent protests outside its stations.

Public anger towards the Bay Area Rapid Transport (BART) had been fermenting since July when transit police shot dead a man who was carrying a knife.

BART disconnected its transmitters in a bid to quell planned demonstrations.

Hacker group Anonymous retaliated by attacking myBART.org, and releasing users’ personal information.

The hackers posted details of over 2,000 myBART users online.

A man uses his iPhone at Civic Centre Station, San FranciscoMobile users on the BART network were completely cut off while protests were allegedly being organised

In a typically-worded statement, the hacking group said: “We are Anonymous, we are your citizens, we are the people, we do not tolerate oppression from any government agency.

“BART has proved multiple times that they have no problem exploiting and abusing the people.”

BART’s main website, BART.gov, was left unaffected.

However, myBART.org – which carries offers and extra services for passengers – was defaced and, as of Monday, remained offline.

‘Disruptive activities’

An action group has called for the disbanding of the BART police force following the July 3 shooting of a homeless man Charles Hill and also the 2009 killing of another man, Oscar Grant.

Johannes MehserleJohannes Mehserle was convicted of involuntary manslaughter over the death of Oscar Grant

Protesters have already been successful in rendering some stations on the network unusable by staging mass sit-ins.

BART took the decision, on 11 August, to shut off mobile phone reception at some of its sites.

In a statement, the transport company said: “BART temporarily interrupted service at select BART stations as one of many tactics to ensure the safety of everyone on the platform.”

It said protesters had stated that they: “would use mobile devices to coordinate their disruptive activities and communicate about the location and number of BART Police”.

BART added: “Disturbance during commute times at busy downtown San Francisco stations could lead to platform overcrowding and unsafe conditions for BART customers, employees and demonstrators.”

UK troubles

The move was widely criticised as being heavy-handed, with some San Francisco residents suggesting that blocking phone use was a violation of free speech.

BART’s decision has parallels with recent troubles in England where days of riots were sparked when 29-year-old Mark Duggan was shot dead by police in Tottenham, north London.

Prime Minister David Cameron suggested in Parliament that access to social networks could be blocked in times of civil unrest.

David Cameron outlines ideas for social media measures during rioting

His comments came after it emerged some of the looting and violence was co-ordinated by people using services such as Blackberry messenger.

His statement was widely condemned by rights campaigners who said that such measures could be an attack on civil liberties.

On Monday, BART warned of further disruption to the service, and did not rule out that similar blocking-measures could be used.

‘Completely unjustified’

However, reaction to Anonymous’ intrusions has been less than supportive.

Laura Eichman, whose phone number was published along with the stolen personal data, said: “I think what they [the hackers] did was illegal and wrong.

“I work in IT myself, and I think that this was not ethical hacking. I think this was completely unjustified.”

Anonymous has argued that anger should be directed at BART’s “unsecure” data protection methods, rather than the group.

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HACK3R WARS RAGE ON: Lulz vs. @ELyssaD™ The Greatest Gift, My Deepest Regret: Pepe’s Final Gift: The Gift of Goodbye

I wish people would care as much about their children as I do about my pets.

I never even planned to get attached to Spotty. I already had one cat and had no interest in getting another. However, I agreed to hold on to her took her for one of my clients because he was not permitted to have pets while in foster care. That was 2002.

So even though I know that child will come back for her, I do feel in someway I made a promise to a child that I can’t keep. I aide a promise to Spotty that I have already broken. So I guess this is goodbye again. And the only thing worse than saying goodbye, is having to no idea what will happen to her. Omg… this is almost too painful to write.

It has been months since I posted the first “ad?” trying to find a home for Spotty. I thought for sure somebody, anybody, would be willing to hold onto to her for a couple of months.

Yest here we are 4 months later, and I have to live with the fact that I am now “that” person. The person who abandons their own children, or leaves an animal behind when the move. I am “that” person.

I have already done the research. There are very few”low kill” shelters in Tennessee. The fact that they even classify them as “low” kill makes me want to throw up. But that’s the reality.

I really hate this world.

No one gives a shit about the kids who are already here living in poverty, foster homes, on the streets, or anyway the can to survive. So who gives a shit about a few people who at least have the luxury of a quick painless death rather than having it drained out of them day by day; tear by tear, year after year after year after year.

I don’t want to get rid of Spotty. I don’t want her euthanized when I feel her little head nuzzled against my neck. She is not sick, she is not, her only crime is belonging to me. What the fuck with this world. we can through puppies into plastic bags and freeze them to death because it is “easier” than “putting them to sleep.”

So yeah, there you have it. I fucked up again. How ironic that the one thing I don’t have is the only thing people seem to want from me. I can’t wait to hear about this one. I am 36 years old. I am not a child. I am not a criminal. I am not cruel. I have no answers for you. I do not have the resources that most people take for granted.

Why must they take the one thing I love— the one thing that loves me. Does it make it all better for everybody else? dad, I learned my lesson. I have accepted the hand I have been dealt.

I’m not stupid, and I know that I can’t blame my mom for this one since I’ll be the one to drive her to the shelter tomorrow.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

If I say I’m sorry, would that make it okay for me to keep Spotty? Will someone please tell me what I need to say because I’m not sure what I did.

I’m old enough to know that nobody is coming to save me. I don’t even brother to ask but why must an innocent animal who did not ask for this be the ultimate punishment for a sin I don’t remember committing.

So where does Spotty go? To the farm with Abby & Ollie during divorce number two and custody battle number 4? Will my father mail me some fake ashes out of the fire place. Will my mommy drive her out to Suffolk County so she can use an assumed name like “Harrison” so I can’t locate her? At least I found Pepe. I can only hope that one day I’ll find Spotty.

Special message to two “special” people: Mom, I hope some takes Ziggy from you. The same way you took Pepe to that shelter in Suffolk County during the darkest moment of my life. I remember what you said, and what you were told by 3 separate mental health professionals. In fact, they remember too, because they found the your actions to be so far beyond the scope of rational behavior, they documented the entire thing. In fact, once Pepe was located, they kept a copy of the “adoption papers” in my medical records both as a precaution and as relevant family history.

Dad? Well, whatever. I can’t think of anything care enough about to lose— so enjoy. You win. I surrender. Whatever. I guess you’ll tell what I’m supposed to do because that worked so well with my last Landlord.

Why can’t I just live a life without empathy? I guess if you don’t love anything but yourself, you will never know grief.

Well now I’m really fucked, because I’m not all fond of myself these days. Don’t worry, you don’t need to call parents, they already know, and they couldn’t care less. In fact they’ll probably bill you for wasting there time. Besides, unless you went Harvard, Yale or Princeton they don’t give a shit what you think. So join the club.

Just remember this: Spotty didn’t chose me. I chose her. So here we go again… because apparently there is not a single person I know who is willing to save Spotty.

Actually, that sounds about right. I know exactly how she feels.

Pepe’s Final Gift: The Gift of Goodbye


Many years back I had the most vivid nightmare, that 16 years later I can still remember the details of my worst nightmare:


I am standing in a sea of unfamiliar faces. There is violence everywhere. Red. Broken. Bleeding.


I am holding Pepe, and he is broken. Bleeding. Clinging to me, clinging to life. I rush through the crowd looking for safety. There is no way out. Just angry faces in a sea of violence.


In the distance, I see two police officers. I run to them believing they will help me find a way out of the madness. Believing they will bring me to safety. A safe haven. Shelter from the storm. Free from the madness. Free from the violence. Free from this sea of unfamiliar faces so I can get my bleeding, broken, suffering friend the help he needs to make him well. The help we need to be whole again.


When I reach the podium, the men were facing the crowd. They were standing there, backs to me; they just stood there to face to the crowd banging their black, wooden night sticks while on just standing there Beating their night sticks against their palms. I call out but no one listens. No one can hear me above the roar of the crowd. So I tap them on the shoulder, holding Pepe close to my heart— hoping they will instinctively see the love and fear in his yellow gold eyes. Of course, they would rescue us. Yes, they would rescue us and bring us to safety. Free from the violence, free from the madness. Free from this hell and take us somewhere safe. Somewhere far, far away from here. And then they turn. In unison, they turn around to face me, and I look at them. I am horrified. I am horrified because these are not police officers at all. They are clowns. Literally, figuratively, in every way they are simply clowns. Clowns in uniform. In unison. In unanimity. Inhumanity. My worst nightmare. The cops were clowns.


Pepe was “only” a cat, but I made him a promise that I intended to keep. I would give him everything I longed for: keep him safe, keep him fed, make him well, I would give him love. Lots and lots of love. Unconditional love. Always. Until the day my perfect little angel would return to heaven. And I did. And he did. And we did. Alone, together, Pepe gave me strength when I was too weak to care for myself. He could not talk, but he sure tried!


After seventeen years, Pepe died the other day, and my worst nightmare did not come true. I loved him until the very end. Even then he gave me the most perfect and fitting gift. He gave me freedom. He gave me comfort. He gave me hope and he gave me peace.


I know that I can love. I am capable of complete, total, unconditional love. He was like a child. Pure, innocent and completely, totally, unconditionally loved. Yes, I am capable of love. I am capable of complete, total, and unconditional love. Pepe, my precious angel, may you rest in peace… There is a better place for you now. There always was.

5 comments:

Mya said…

I lack words to make a decent comment, but I will tell you that reading this made me cry

SimonRaven said…

I’m sitting here, half-asleep, reading this, and I’m just stunned by it. Feeling the pain, hurt, the depth… I’ve been through something like that, but a dog. A smart, loving, but sadly twisted dog that my partner and I both loved dearly. Tore my heart out so completely I was broken for I don’t know how long because I still feel it.

This is how much animals can feel your pain. Walking back from the “shelter”, so many moons ago, I encountered a horse, that felt my pain so sharply, it came over from 50 m away and nuzzled me, close enough I could pet his nose. It was enough comfort that I could make it home.

To top it off, I walked by a slaughterhouse where they were killing pigs. Pigs scream like humans…. I don’t eat pork.

Not competing, but sharing. Welal’in (thank you).

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California Fire news said…

I really did not want to cry today
But I did
I feel so bad for you and Spotty, I could never do to my dog what your being forced to do…
I can only send good thoughts and love, for I am a thousand miles away and broke too.

I hope you find your way out of the darkness

retro post — see… you can hack but you can’t hide.

“I will not be ignored, I wil not be forgotten.”

~ELyssa Durant, Ed.M.
11/20/2009-2011 

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England riots: What’s the meaning of the words behind the chaos?

England riots: What’s the meaning of the words behind the chaos?

Confrontation between police and rioters in Hackney

From shot 29-year-old Mark Duggan referring to the police as “feds” to the nuanced use of the word “community”, the language of the riots and the response can tell us something.

It may have been England that was shaken by violence, looting and disorder.

But many of the terms used by its perpetrators came from a very different place altogether – and, due to coverage of the rioting, they have found a wider audience than ever before.

“If you see a fed… SHOOT!” read one message circulated on BlackBerry Messenger, imploring readers to riot.

Another, widely reported in the aftermath of the chaos, urged everyone to “up and roll to Tottenham [expletive] the 5-0”. There were myriad references as well to the “po po”.

Mark Duggan, whose fatal shooting by police sparked the violence, himself sent a text message shortly before his death which read: “The feds are following me.”

Slang for the police

  • Slang terms for the police, often hostile and originated by criminals, go back a long time
  • “Pig” was first used to mean police officer in 1811, the OED says
  • “Peeler” was in use to refer to Irish constables by 1817 and was widely used for Robert Peel’s prototype force in 1829
  • The “fuzz” is first recorded in the US in 1929

All these terms used to express antipathy towards the police share a common feature – all are derived from the inner cities of the US, not of the UK.

To outsiders, it appeared incongruous that these terms were commonly used by youngsters who were straight out of comprehensive, not Compton.

But when politicians and pundits used such terms to argue that the pernicious influence of hip hop and rap was responsible for fuelling the riots, they themselves ended up using vernacular gleaned from their box sets of The Wire.

When Michael Gove, the education secretary, discussed the possible causes of the disorder, he attacked the instant gratification of “gangsta” culture. Reporters transcribed the word as it might appear on the lyric sheet of a Dr Dre CD, instead of “gangster”, as once would have been expected when deployed by an Aberdonian Tory MP who represents a constituency in Surrey.

However, Jennifer Blake, a youth worker who runs the Safe and Sound anti-gang project in Peckham, south London, says such commentators miss the point.

Scene from the first series of The WireThe Wire included terms “po-po” and “5-0”

“When kids talk about the feds, it’s obvious that they’re not talking about the FBI,” she says. “They know that’s not how things work over here. It’s like a code – politicians and the media don’t understand.”

She highlights home-grown phrases like “bully van”, meaning police van, and “shank”, meaning knife, as evidence that UK street culture is not just passively replicating the language of the US inner cities.

Indeed, Jonathon Green, author of the Chambers Slang Dictionary, points out that many of the messages which circulated during the riots included non-US phrases.

These included exhortations to defend one’s “yard” – used in its Jamaican-derived sense, meaning home – or one’s “end”, a home-grown term referring to an area of a city.

Exclusive blend

All, he says, are examples of Multicultural London English (MLE), a dialect identified among young people in the capital which blends the phonetics and vocabulary of such diverse influences as West Indian, south Asian and traditional cockney.

He says the use of “feds” to mean the UK constabulary dates back no further than 1997, and the English deployment of “po po” – which originated in Los Angeles during the 1980s – is even more recent. Such Americanisms, Green says, have to be understood in this context, at least within London where the riots began.

The SopranosThe Sopranos series regularly used the term “feds”

“It’s an ironical use,” he says. “Obviously there’s been an increased Americanisation of our language since the war, but MLE doesn’t just come from one source. It just so happens that rap music has lots of terms for the police.”

Of course, the language of hip hop and rap has been adopted far more widely than just among the inner city black youths who form its target audience.

Professor Gus John of the Institute of Education, University of London, has long worked with young people associated with gangs and has studied changes in language within England’s multi-ethnic communities. He argues that such terminology has the function of setting its users apart from the mainstream.

“It has its own resonance. It’s also exclusive, it becomes an internal language to people who share particular lifestyles. That’s part of its potency.

“The fact that it is internal, the fact it is not commonly used by everybody, helps to define the group.”

Woman cleaning the streets of BatterseaOpponents of the rioters have their own terminology

Certainly, those who know little of hip hop culture, and would themselves reject violence and rioting, might have their own nicknames for the police, such as Old Bill or Peelers.

And among those attempting to speak for the majority appalled by the disorder, one word was regularly repeated.

Tottenham’s MP David Lammy spoke of “a mood of anxiety in the local community”. Sikhs who gathered in west London to guard against looters said they were “here to defend our temple and our community”. Richard Mannington Bowes, who died trying to prevent looting, was quickly hailed as a “hero of the community”.

The “community”, it appeared, was everything and everyone that did not include the rioters.

Indeed, the focus on “gangsta” terminology tells us just as much about the media as it does about the perpetrators of disorder, suggests lexicographer Susie Dent.

“I think journalists have adopted it because it distils the mood and the type of person perceived to be behind the past few days, and also because there’s been a distinct uncertainty, almost nervousness, about what to call the perpetrators,” she says.

“Are they rioters, which implies a political objection, looters, which doesn’t, or vandals, etc? It’s interesting too that a lot of the people cleaning up embraced the Sun’s ‘scum’ so readily, a reflexive response of anger.”

Whether it comes from the criminals themselves or the law-abiding majority, the words used to describe England’s riots tells us much about the society that produced them.

What is becoming increasingly clear is that far more than language divides the two sides.

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When algorithms control the world

When algorithms control the world

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If you were expecting some kind warning when computers finally get smarter than us, then think again.

There will be no soothing HAL 9000-type voice informing us that our human services are now surplus to requirements.

In reality, our electronic overlords are already taking control, and they are doing it in a far more subtle way than science fiction would have us believe.

Their weapon of choice – the algorithm.

Behind every smart web service is some even smarter web code. From the web retailers – calculating what books and films we might be interested in, to Facebook’s friend finding and imaging tagging services, to the search engines that guide us around the net.

It is these invisible computations that increasingly control how we interact with our electronic world.

At last month’s TEDGlobal conference, algorithm expert Kevin Slavin delivered one of the tech show’s most “sit up and take notice” speeches where he warned that the “maths that computers use to decide stuff” was infiltrating every aspect of our lives.

Among the examples he cited were a robo-cleaner that maps out the best way to do housework, and the online trading algorithms that are increasingly controlling Wall Street.

“We are writing these things that we can no longer read,” warned Mr Slavin.

“We’ve rendered something illegible. And we’ve lost the sense of what’s actually happening in this world we’ve made.”

Million-dollar book

Cover of the Making of a FlyThe book was briefly one of the world’s most expensive

Algorithms may be cleverer than humans but they don’t necessarily have our sense of perspective – a failing that became evident when Amazon’s price-setting code went to war with itself earlier this year.

“The Making of a Fly” – a book about the molecular biology of a fly from egg to fully-fledged insect – may have been a riveting read but it almost certainly didn’t deserve a price tag of $23.6m (£14.3m).

It hit that figure briefly on the site after the algorithms used by Amazon to set and update prices started outbidding each other.

It is a small taste of the chaos that can be caused when code gets smart enough to operate without human intervention, thinks Mr Slavin.

“This is algorithms in conflict without any adult supervision,” he said.

As code gets ever more sophisticated it is reaching its tentacles into all aspects of our lives, including our cultural preferences.

The algorithms used by movie rental site Netflix are now responsible for 60% of rentals from the site, as we rely less and less on our own critical faculties and word of mouth and more on what Mr Slavin calls the “physics of culture”.

Leading role

Hollywood signCode is playing its own lead role in Hollywood

British firm Epagogix is taking this concept to its logical conclusion, using algorithms to predict what makes a hit movie.

It takes a bunch of metrics – the script, plot, stars, location – and crunches them all together with the box office takings of similar films to work out how much money it will make.

The system has, according to chief executive Nick Meaney, “helped studios to make decisions about whether to make a movie or not”.

In the case of one project – which had been assigned a £180m production cost – the algorithm worked out that it would only take £30m at the box office, meaning it simply wasn’t worth making.

For another movie, it worked out that the expensive female lead the studio had earmarked for a film would not yield any more of a return than using a less expensive star.

This rather clinical approach to film-making has irked some who believe it to be at odds with a more creative, organic way that they assume their favourite movies were made.

Mr Meaney is keen to play down the role of algorithms in Hollywood.

“Movies get made for many reasons and it credits us with more influence than we have to say we dictate what films are made.

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“We don’t tell them what the plot should be. The studio uses this as valuable business information. We help people make tough decisions, and why not?” he said.

Despite this, the studio Epagogix has worked with for the last five years does not want to be named. It is, says Mr Meaney, a “sensitive” subject.

Secret sauce

If algorithms had a Hollywood-style walk of fame, the first star would have to go to Google.

Its famously secret code has propelled the search giant to its current position as one of the most powerful companies in the world.

No-one would doubt that its system has made searching a whole lot easier, but critics have long asked at what price?

In his book, The Filter Bubble, Eli Pariser questions how far Google’s data-crunching algorithm go in harvesting our personal data and shaping the web we see accordingly.

Meanwhile, a recent study by psychologists at Columbia University found that reliance on search engines for answers is actually changing the way humans think.

“Since the advent of search engines, we are reorganising the way we remember things. Our brains rely on the internet for memory in much the same way they rely on the memory of a friend, family member or co-worker,” said report author Betsy Sparrow.

Increasingly, she argues, we are knowing where information can be found rather than retaining knowledge itself.

Flash crash

Traders at the New York stock exchangeMove over traders, there’s a new code in town

In the financial markets, code is increasingly becoming king as complex number-crunching algorithms work out what to buy and what to sell.

Up to 70% of Wall Street trading is now run by so-called black box or algo-trading.

That means, along with the wise guy city traders, banks and brokers now employ thousands of smart guy physicists and mathematicians.

But even machine precision, supported by the human code wizards, doesn’t guarantee things will run smoothly.

In the so-called Flash Crash of 2.45 on May 6 2010, a five minute dip in the markets caused momentary chaos.

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We are running through the United States with dynamite and rocksaws so an algorithm can close the deal three microseconds faster.”

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A rogue trader was blamed for the 10% Dow Jones index fall but in reality, it was the computer program that the unnamed trader was using that was really to blame.

The algorithm sold 75,000 stocks with a value of £2.6bn in just 20 minutes, causing other super-fast trading algorithms to follow suit.

Just as a bionic limb can extend a human’s capability for strength and stamina, the electronic market showed its capacity to exaggerate and accelerate minor blips.

No-one has ever managed to pinpoint exactly what happened, and the market recovered minutes later.

The chaos forced regulators to introduce circuit breakers to halt trades if the machines start misbehaving.

The algorithms of Wall Street may be the cyber-equivalent of the 80s yuppie, but unlike their human counterparts, they don’t demand red braces, cigars and champagne. What they want is fast pipes.

Spread Networks has been building one such fibre-optic connection, shaving three microseconds off the 825-mile (1327km) trading journey between Chicago and New York.

Meanwhile, a transatlantic fibre optic link between Nova Scotia in Canada and Somerset in the UK is being built primarily to serve the needs of algorithmic traders and will send shares from London to New York and back in 60 milliseconds.

“We are running through the United States with dynamite and rock saws so an algorithm can close the deal three microseconds faster, all for a communications system that no humans will ever see,” said Mr Slavin.

As algorithms spread their influence beyond machines to shape the raw landscape around them, it might be time to work out exactly how much they know and whether we still have time to tame them.

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