No. I can personally confirm it:

http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/507/boeing787backdoor.jpg/

And why?

Because they've had this "dream" pounded into their heads since the day of their birth by their equally-brainwashed mothers.

Same deal with the perceived need to have kids. Gotta get those buns in the oven, you know. How many times have you seen mummy's little girl pushing along a wee toy pram with a wee baby doll in it? Who brought that damned and damning prop into the kid's life?

Looks like tradition (in its worst guise) and familial pressure to me.

So.

It has come to this.

Aaannd... GODWIN.

You lose!

Gooood day sir!

How might things pan out if you were to bring a reflective parabolic dish? The entire power output of this gun focused at a single point: that has to be lethal.

Or perhaps a dish-lens array that condenses the incoming beam into something much tighter, comparable to that from a laser pointer. But this beam can saw straight through organic matter like the proverbial hot knife through butter,

Feat not, I have the solution:

Usenet III!

I wouldn't.

I enjoyed the story as is. What more could you possibly add by turning it into a movie? A teary scene where the hacker hugs his lil' boy and says, "Don't worry Johnny, Daddy's gonna bring home some food tonight! And a DVD! You wanna watch a DVD with me tonight, Johnny?"

Or perhaps some piecing together of oh-so-subtle clues NCIS-style, complete with the strangely lovable goth-girl investigator. Or perhaps a classic mad, ageing German scientist lifted straight from 80s' B-grade flicks. Or both, even.

And maybe throw in a UNIX system. I know those.

What matters most to you? Weigh it up. Right to personal privacy off-the-clock vs need for immediate employment under debasing conditions.

Then excuse yourself, grab your jacket and leave the building.

Yet Julian Assange remains in relative safety and comfort on conditional bail in England.

Hardly a small fish, too.

DINOSAURS!