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Chapter 66<br />
THE LAPTOP<br />
In the corner of a smoggy industrial park in South Korea, as the sun peeks through the morning<br />
dew, thousands of men and women wake up and move toward several enormous factories. They<br />
all wear the same uniform—a flamingo-pink jumpsuit and matching rose cap. The workers never<br />
pause, going day and night, trading out their positions like cogs being swapped out of a clock that is<br />
incapable of stopping. For hours upon hours, day after day, they will assemble computers for<br />
Samsung Electronics Limited.<br />
Thousands of times a minute a Samsung laptop is built by those workers. The LCD screen is<br />
connected to the chassis; the SSD hard drive encased in its aluminum housing; chips soldered to green<br />
circuit boards. Robotic arms ensure the hinges of the laptop open and close properly. Then these<br />
things that moments earlier were just scraps of metal and silicon and plastic come to life. The<br />
glowing computers are loaded with software, placed into boxes, and wheeled away through the<br />
building, entering the vast logistical arteries of the worldwide shipping systems.<br />
In April 2012 one of those Samsung laptops was purchased online for $1,149. It traveled 6,989<br />
miles away from that factory in Korea to a quaint home in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. No one but<br />
Ross Ulbricht and the Dread Pirate Roberts ever touched that Samsung 700Z, that is, until the<br />
afternoon of October 1, 2013. While Ross was whisked away to the nearby jail with Tarbell, the<br />
silver Samsung laptop was carefully carried by Thom Kiernan of the FBI down the stairs of the<br />
library, out onto the street, and into the back of Brophy’s unmarked police car.<br />
Thom walked carefully with the machine, as if he were transporting an egg resting in the bowl of<br />
a spoon. There, with Jared in the backseat next to him, Thom nervously moved his finger back and<br />
forth along the mouse to ensure the laptop stayed alive as they made their way a few blocks to Ross<br />
Ulbricht’s house, where a mobile computer forensics lab waited outside.<br />
The forensics truck was a large white beast the length of a small yacht. There were no windows<br />
in the back. Inside, a long gray desk stretched from the front of the van to the rear, with computer<br />
equipment everywhere. Screens flashed amid a snake pit of wires, and a long row of power outlets<br />
stood at the ready, with a computer forensics expert from the local FBI office waiting to receive the<br />
laptop.