Alright, so get comfortable, maybe grab some snacks and enjoy reading about this weird (and possibly funny in some sense) incident that happened when I happened to hack (though crack is the more appropriate term) into one of the systems in our collage network.
This was a few years back, when I was still a student and used to live with my classmates in a college hostel. I am not going to divulge much about the college or the people associated for obvious reasons (it would become obvious shortly, in case you are wondering).
I was one of those guys, who would split his time between classes, the sports ground, late night group studies (which sometimes converted into useless but enjoyable banter with my mates), my girlfriends (nope, not multiple but one at a time, usually lasting a few months) and the computer lab next to our hostel. I initially had a not-so-great hand-me-down laptop, so I preferred going down to the lab and spend hours at a time trying out something or the other on the computers there.
Most of the systems there had Fedora (for the people not into computers: it is not the hat I am talking about, but a flavour of the Linux operating system). I had gained access to the super user accounts (that’s another story to tell) and did whatever I wished to do, thanks to the lazy lab admins. This lab was connected to the college wide network, which had lots of other labs, number crunching clusters and other subnets. Oh Boy! I loved exploring the network and had written a tool to help create a visual map of the network and individual node information. Needless to say, I never used to do all this from the lab computers directly but used to hop on to other systems and launch my scripts from there.
So, this one Sunday afternoon, it was pouring cats and dogs and my plans to go out on a date with this cute girl, who had started showing some interest in me, went down the storm drain with all that gushing water. I decided to head to the lab instead and spend a nice afternoon spending time on a new utility I was writing. Soon enough, I left what I was doing and started trying to find a way into one of the network subnets that was a little difficult to get into.
After a few hours of exploring and trying to find the exploits and vulnerabilities of some of the systems, I finally got into one and clapped my hands together with glee. That was one of the moments when you suddenly become aware of your surroundings to see if anyone saw you talking to yourself or clapping hands together with a silly smile on your face and wonder what’s up. Fortunately, no one was there in the lab on that day. I heard a particularly loud thunder strike outside and realized that not many people would find sitting in an empty lab the most interesting way to spend a rainy Sunday evening.
I started exploring the system I had gained access to and soon realized that it belonged to a professor, no less a professor of my department. I knew him well, a middle aged, slightly plump teacher with a thick pair of spectacles on his nose. He wasn’t all that funny and friendly with the students but not a strict, make-the-students-shiver-with-fear kind of person either. Just your regular professor, who was good at teaching and knew his subjects well. He spent a lot of time in his office working on his research and papers and sometimes explained us his work.
As a matter of fact, his daughter was also studying in our college, enrolled in a different department. She was one of those serious but pretty girls who had a limited friends circle. not many people offended her knowing that it might be detrimental to their grades because of her father or one of his close friends in other departments. I don’t think that this girl got any unfair advantage academically though – she was good at her studies and did well in sports too.
Back to the professor’s computer: I guessed that it would be futile exploring his system and trying to find out anything. Also, if I found any test paper drafts or something like that, then I would feel guilty about it. I was almost going to logout when I felt a slight tingle of curiosity. I put on a, “What the hell” attitude and went around exploring the system.
It had the usual bits that anyone would have expected: research paper drafts, tons of previous assignment submissions (which were already graded, so no harm done) and so on. Then I came across a file that seemed a bit suspicious. I knew that this professor was working on encrypted file systems at some time in the past and I wondered if this file was actually a file-system image that was encrypted. It weighed a ton (you know what I mean) and I decided to haul it all the way to a different node, with a large amount of storage, to use as a work-space for dissecting it.
It took me a couple of hours to get access to the contents. The encryption was just a deception, it wasn’t really that difficult to crack and mount it as a file-system. Inside it were a bunch of folders with lots of files, which I assumed would be for testing purposes. Anyway, since I had gotten all this way, I started looking at the file types and found them to be videos. Alright, so what would anyone do at this point?
The first video I copied to my system and played back was some sort of amateur voyeur $ex video. I almost fell off the chair! Thankfully I had my headphones on, so the moaning did not sound across the lab. I quickly looked around and found no one else around. “Whew”, I thought and wondered what this really was. I guessed that some of the students working under the professor might have been stashing their shit there. I went on to open a few more videos and found them all to be of the same kind. The location too was the same.
Was it just downloaded off the Internet or was someone actually recording videos of people, ahem, being intimate? I switched to full screen and that’s when I noticed something that left me with my mouth open: I knew the guy. He was one of the students at the college. But who was the girl?
As if on a cue, the couple in the video changed their position and the girl’s face as now clearly visible. I felt like part of my body went cold, especially around the spine and down the feet. I didn’t know the implication of the existence of this video. For a moment, it just seemed too unreal.
The girl was the daughter of the professor, the serious, studious but pretty girl, who studied in the same college as us. And the video was found in an encrypted file-system on the professor’s system at his work place.
A hundred thoughts started running though my mind: was someone blackmailing the professor or his daughter? Did the guy in the video know that he was video taped? Was it him who recorded it? Did he do it on purpose? Did the girl know? I remember those moments clearly: I could see her face distort with pleasure as she moved back and forth along with the guy. Her eyes closed with pleasure and then opened again. I could see him caressing her breasts. I think it was more than just physical intimacy, she looked at him lovingly and kissed him in between and then closed her eyes and started moaning as he pounded her like a crazy boar.
I couldn’t help but close the the video and then open another one. Then yet another one. If I was shocked at this point of time, what happened next left me numb. The videos documented the amorous escapades of this girl, the professor’s daughter, with various different boys and men: most from our college, some older. I thought that I could count about fifteen different guys from the various videos. There were a few videos with each guy, the girl was always very passionate with each one of them.
I don’t know if these videos turned me on or shocked me more. I wondered how a serious looking girl, seemingly focused on nothing but her studies and other college activities could be like this in the bed. I felt a little ashamed too, peeking into the private life of someone – someone, who I knew, if not closely, but still – I knew this girl and some of the guys. Each trying a different trick, a different position and the girl would allow then to do anything: she endured even some of the not-so-usual acts of passion. The pleasure of having them inside her, going crazy over her really showed on her face.
Then one of the videos was different. It didn’t have anyone being intimate. It was not one of the usual ones; this one was the last straw for me. It started with the camera moving, jerking and changing directions: as if a person was setting up the camera and testing it by adjusting the angle, focus etc. After some time, the face of that person was clearly visible, as he peeked into the camera, with a screwdriver between his teeth. I had seen that face so many times before, full of wisdom – teaching us concepts. But now, it was just a man with desire and hunger filled in his eyes: the eyes of our professor, the father of the girl.
PS: It was already past midnight by the time I came to my senses and decided what to do. I had no business looking inside the lives of or judging other people. I simply deleted the copy of the videos, removed all traces of my visit and decided not to talk to anyone about what I saw. After leaving collage, I did tell a few people this incidence, but was always careful about protecting the identity of the professor and his daughter. But sometimes, even now I wonder …