| Zero Toleranceby Linda
                Courtland
 "Biggie-Bank
                to Outsource Programming," the headline
                screamed. Andy threw the paper on his desk,
                hitting a half-eaten sandwich. He'd spent ten
                years of his life creating binary code to carry
                out the bank's encrypted tasks, typing out
                strings of 1's and 0's every week, without
                complaint. And now they were
                letting him go. He saw the HR
                Director, flanked by security, heading his way.  Andy's eyes darted
                around his cube, looking for a way to get even.
                He wished he could break into the vault and steal
                all that money he'd worked so hard to
                electronically protect.  In the end, all
                Andy took was a zero. As the men in suits closed
                in, Andy slid an index finger along his laptop's
                touch pad and plucked a random 0 from the code
                that he'd been working on. He doubted the bank
                would even notice. At 2 AM, the
                police pounded on his door. "We know you're
                in there. Come out with your hands up." Andy stumbled
                outside in his pajama bottoms. "Where's the
                0?" the officer said. "What?" "The 0,"
                he said. "We know you've got it." Andy invoked his
                right to remain silent. The police brought him to
                the station and escorted him into the
                interrogation room. "It must have
                been rough, being laid off after all those years,"
                the Good Cop said. Andy stared
                straight ahead. "We're
                tossing your place right now," the Bad Cop
                said. "We're gonna find that 0, whether you
                help us or not."  "If you want
                to make a deal, I could call the DA," the
                Good Cop said. "If we find
                that 0 on our own, you'll do the max!" the
                Bad Cop said. Andy silenced them
                with four little words: "I want a lawyer." At the trial, Andy's
                defense attorney addressed the jury. "You've heard
                a lot of accusations being hurled at my client by
                the DA," she said. "But the truth is,
                my client took zero." The jurors
                appraised Andy's seemingly honest exterior. The attorney
                walked slowly in front of the jury box, making
                eye contact with each and every one of them. "Surely there's
                been a time in your life when you've stolen
                nothing," she continued. "But if you
                find this man guilty, you'll be setting a
                precedent. You'll be creating case law mandating
                criminal penalties." Juror number 9
                took notes. "If you
                convict my client, you could be next. You could
                be having dinner with your family when the police
                drag you from your home, threatening imprisonment,
                and demanding that you explain where you hid
                nothing, too." The jury found
                Andy not guilty.  The 0 was never
                recovered.  |