The network was overloaded. Phoenix was left dangling, waiting to connect for minutes on end. The lines were congested. He logged back into Altos and told Pad and Electron. Gandalf was nowhere to be seen. `Damn,' Electron said. Then, `OK, I might have an idea.' `No, wait!' Phoenix cut in. `I just thought of a site! And I have root too! But it's on NASA ...' `Oh that's OK. I'm sure they won't mind a bit. <grin>' `I'll go make sure it's still OK. Back in a bit,' Phoenix typed. Phoenix jumped out of Altos and headed toward NASA. He telnetted into a NASA computer called CSAB at the Langley Research Center in Hampton, Virginia. He had been in and out of NASA quite a few times and had recently made himself a root account on CSAB. First, he had to check the account was still alive, then he had to make sure the system administrator wasn't logged in. Whizzing past the official warning sign about unauthorised access in US government computers on the login screen, Phoenix typed in his user name and password. It worked. He was in. And he had root privileges. He quickly looked around on the system. The administrator was on-line. Damn. Phoenix fled the NASA computer and sprinted back into Altos. Gandalf was there, along with the other two, waiting for him. `Well?' Electron asked. `OK. All right. The NASA machine will work. It has anon FTP. And I still have root. We'll use that.' Gandalf jumped in. `Hang on--does it have Crypt?' `Argh! Forget to check. I think it must.' `Better check it, m8!' `Yeah, OK.' Phoenix felt exasperated, rushing around trying to find sites that worked. He logged out of Altos and coursed his way back into the NASA machine. The admin was still logged on, but Phoenix was running out of time. He had to find out if the computer had Crypt on it. It did. Phoenix rushed back to Altos. `Back again. We're in business.' `Yes!' Electron said, but he quickly jumped in with a word of warning. `Don't say the exact machine at NASA or the account out loud. Whisper it to Gandalf. I think the ops are listening in on my connection.' `Well,' Phoenix typed slowly, `there's only one problem. The admin is logged on.' `Arghhh!' Electron shouted. `Just do it,' Pad said. `No time to worry.' Phoenix whispered the Internet IP address of the NASA machine to Gandalf. `OK, m8, I'll anon FTP it to NASA. I'll come back here and tell you the new filename. Then you go in and decrypt it and uncompress the file. W8 for me here.' Ten minutes later, Gandalf returned. `Mission accomplished. The file is there!' `Now, go go Pheeny!' Electron said. `Gand, whisper the filename to me,' Phoenix said. `The file's called "d" and it's in the pub directory,' Gandalf whispered. `OK, folks. Here we go!' Phoenix said as he logged off. Phoenix dashed to the NASA computer, logged in and looked for the file named `d'. He couldn't find it. He couldn't even find the pub directory. He began hunting around the rest of the file system. Where was the damn thing?