As Gosler spoke, my mind went straight to Apple’s haggard, faceless factory workers in China. In my mind, that factory worker now had a face, and his dormitory now had a mattress stuffed with all the cash foreign spies had been paying him in bribes to swap in their spiked encryption chip—the one with the weak crypto that cryptographers back at Fort Meade, or Cheltenham, or Moscow, or Beijing, or Tel Aviv,
