MC Frontalot - Secrets From the Future Lyrics

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Get your most closely kept personal thought: put it in the Word .doc with a password lock. Stock it deep in the .rar with extraction precluded by the ludicrous length and the strength of a reputedly dictionary-attack-proof string of characters (this, imperative to thwart all the disparagers of privacy: the NSA and Homeland S). You better PGP the .rar because so far they ain't impressed. You better take the .pgp and print the hex of it out, scan that into a TIFF. Then, if you seek redoubt for your data, scramble up the order of the pixels with a one-time pad that describes the fun time had by the thick-soled- boot-wearing stomper who danced to produce random claptrap, all the intervals in between which, set in tandem with the stomps themselves, begat a seed of math unguessable. Ain't no complaint about this cipher that's redressable! Best of all, your secret: nothing extant could extract it. By 2025 a children's Speak & Spell could crack it. You can't hide secrets from the future with math. You can try,
but I bet that in the future they laugh at the half-assed schemes and algorithms amassed to enforce cryptographs in the past. And future people do not give a damn about your shopping, your Visa number SSL'd to Cherry-Popping Hot Grampa Action websites that you visit, nor password-protected partitions, no matter how illicit. And this, it would seem, is your saving grace: the amazing haste of people to forget your name, your face, your litanous* list of indefensible indiscretions. In fact, the only way that you could pray to make impression on the era ahead is if, instead of being notable, you make the data describing you undecodable for script kiddies sifting in that relic called the internet (seeking latches on treasure chests that they could wreck in seconds but didn't yet get a chance to cue up for disassembly) to discover and crack the cover like a crème brûlée. They'll glance you over, I guess, and then for a bare moment you'll persist to exist; almost seems like you're there, don't
it? But you're not. You're here. Your name will fade as Front's will, ‘less in the future they don't know our cryptovariables still. Now it's an Enigma machine, a code yelled out at top volume through a tin can with a thin string, and that ain't all you do to broadcast cleartext of your intentions. Send an email to the government pledging your abstention from vote fraud this time (next time: can't promise). See you don't get a visit from the department of piranhas. Be honest; you ain't hacking those. It'd be too easy, setting up the next president, pretending that you were through freezing when you're nothing but warming up: ‘to do' list in your diary (better keep for a long time — and the long time better be tiring to the distribution of electrical brains that are guessing every unsalted hash that ever came). They got alien technology to make the rainbow tables with, then in an afternoon of glancing at ‘em, secrets don't resist the loving coax of the mathematical calculation, heart of your mystery sent fre
e-fall into palpitations. Computron will rise up in the dawn, a free agent. Nobody knows the future now; gonna find out — be patient.


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