Sounds like I will need to program
a big red button for my server farm:
I see a knock at the door with
an FBI badge and then push the
big red button. Boom -- my
Web site starts putting up
circulating arrows indicating
an over busy condition;
the last
of my data for an incremental backup
gets encrypted and shipped, in pieces,
but with considerable redundancy,
to 10 undisclosed, secure, foreign
locations; and all the data on my
server farm is erased by being
written over. Then I open the
door with the FBI guys!
Or, I have a really nice looking
server farm, totally neat and
squeaky clean, behind nice,
spotless glass walls, with
doors controlled with finger
print scanners. So, I let the
FBI in to that glass house
and let them have all the data.
When they come back the next week
and demand the private key for
the RSA encryption, I object
and delay but finally give in
and let them have the key.
Meanwhile, there are some
optical fibers running to
a hidden basement of a run
down, ugly, old building
where the real server farm is!
When the FBI/NSA/CIA/DHS
decrypts the data they got,
all they see is "Mary had a little
lamb.".
Meanwhile, back at the farm,
everything's been moved to
Iceland with backup sites in
Switzerland, the Cayman Islands,
etc. And I'm out'a here on
my private plane/yacht/submarine,
whatever, to my own
undisclosed, secure, foreign
location. Then my Web site
goes live again!
Unfortunately such things may
not be entirely a joke.
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Sounds like I will need to program a big red button for my server farm: I see a knock at the door with an FBI badge and then push the big red button. Boom -- my Web site starts putting up circulating arrows indicating an over busy condition; the last of my data for an incremental backup gets encrypted and shipped, in pieces, but with considerable redundancy, to 10 undisclosed, secure, foreign locations; and all the data on my server farm is erased by being written over. Then I open the door with the FBI guys!
Or, I have a really nice looking server farm, totally neat and squeaky clean, behind nice, spotless glass walls, with doors controlled with finger print scanners. So, I let the FBI in to that glass house and let them have all the data. When they come back the next week and demand the private key for the RSA encryption, I object and delay but finally give in and let them have the key.
Meanwhile, there are some optical fibers running to a hidden basement of a run down, ugly, old building where the real server farm is!
When the FBI/NSA/CIA/DHS decrypts the data they got, all they see is "Mary had a little lamb.".
Meanwhile, back at the farm, everything's been moved to Iceland with backup sites in Switzerland, the Cayman Islands, etc. And I'm out'a here on my private plane/yacht/submarine, whatever, to my own undisclosed, secure, foreign location. Then my Web site goes live again!
Unfortunately such things may not be entirely a joke.