One can imagine David Kaczynski logging on for the first time, hearing all those little sounds of the nineties: a dial tone, the eleven rapid beeps, the high-octave whistles, and the stereophonic white noise. David Kaczynski entered the digital world his brother intuitively despised. What he saw within this network of networks confirmed his greatest fear. He had no choice but to go to the police. He had to stop his brother from killing strangers.
Unabomber
