Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

"Look at this."

As he spoke, old William led Henry through a dimly lit corridor, eventually arriving at a heavy iron door.

Behind the door was a secret room surrounded by old-fashioned switchboards, the machines flashing faint signal lights in the dim light.

His second son, Norton Getty, was leading his team, intently focused on the control panel of a Sperry Univac 1100. Amid the hum of the tape drive, a confidential codebase labeled "DP-12A" appeared line by line on the green CRT screen, mysterious and unpredictable like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Norton's snake-shaped ring got stuck in the groove of the backspace key. He skillfully used FORTRAN to access the Pentagon's SAGE system for arms transport records, each keystroke accompanied by the characters jumping on the screen.

"The reason why those jackals in Boston are so obsessed with your Dream Company is mainly because they've set their sights on your merge computing capabilities."

They discovered that your merge calculation function could cross-reference weapon serial numbers.

As he spoke, old William gestured for Norton to insert the punch card for the second quarter of 1979 military expenditures into the card reader, "like this."

With a mechanical click, the line printer suddenly started running wildly, and yellowed pages of the Warren Report mixed with fresh ink poured out, as if the dust of history had been awakened anew at this moment.

Old William quickly grabbed the ballistic analysis diagram on page 178, the diagram trembling slightly in his hand: "The CIA destroyed the paper files, but Northrop Corporation backed up all the weapon serial numbers with punch cards."

Your VLOOKUP function can match rifling data that doesn't belong to an Oswald rifle based on primer marks on the cartridge case.

Henry stared at the hash algorithm he had designed, which was flashing on the screen, matching Northrop's 1963 weapons data.

"So, when the CIA destroyed paper files, someone had already made punched backups using the COBOL programming language?"

His voice carried a hint of shock.

"Exactly!"

Old William's voice was firm and powerful: "The Kennedy family has been working for years to plant spies in the Department of Defense."

They need your algorithm to prove the existence of the fourth bullet.

Look at this hidden CALCULATE_ANGLE function.

Norton launched the vector graphics terminal, and the ballistic model written in APL language constructed the outline of a textbook warehouse on the storage tube display. The scene was so realistic that it made people feel as if they were at the historical site.

When the wind speed data for November 22, 1963, was entered, the green dot representing the bullet suddenly deviated from its intended trajectory.

"A true ballistic trajectory requires a 30-degree dive angle."

William the Elder pointed the optical pen at the lawn and hills outside the screen. "The sniping spot that provided this angle was a warehouse belonging to Texas Instruments, which was owned by the Kennedy family, in 1963."

"They're tracking in reverse!"

Henry felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet; the temperature in the sealed room seemed to drop sharply at that moment.

The modem connected to ARPANET suddenly emitted a piercing beep, Norton's snake ring glowed red, and the code on the CRT screen began to distort into Morse code.

Old William yanked the teletype machine tape, "JFK's men have already hijacked the CompuServe mailbox via the TELNET protocol, just waiting for your software to finish verifying the ballistic data so they can pin the 'sanctions' on the Freemasons!"

Henry suddenly realized that the image enhancement algorithm his company had recently developed for NASA was now restoring the original film taken by the CORONA satellite in 1963.

"Lockheed deliberately blurred the image of Lawn Hill back then..."

As he watched Norton use a Fourier transform processor to extract the MK-ULTRA markings from the edge of the film, a sense of foreboding washed over him. "Could the Robert Kennedy assassination also be..."

"The same Bayesian model, different hate transfers."

It was simply a matter of replacing the murderer's Jewish ancestry with that of Arab immigrants!

Old William's voice carried a hint of coldness: "In 1945, when the Freemasons recovered this machine from the Nazis, they discovered the correspondence between Joseph Kennedy the Elder and Hitler stored inside."

At that time, some people wanted to impose sanctions on them;

If it weren't for your grandfather and the others' insistence, how could Kennedy have had a chance to turn things around?

Unexpectedly, they repeatedly harmed our interests.

Now, his descendants want to use your software to turn the Knights Templar into a second Third Reich? That's wishful thinking!

Old William lifted the vacuum tube array beneath the floor, revealing the Rosicrucian symbol engraved on the ENIGMA machine's rotor, which looked particularly sinister in the dim light.

When the line printer spewed out a punched paper tape marked "Chappaquidco Island," Henry finally understood—the value of the Dream Company lay not in the code itself, but in its dual nature of simultaneously exposing conspiracies and weaving lies.

What the Kennedy family wanted was never the truth, but a perfect weapon that could use 1979 computer technology to fire a 1963 bullet back at the modern Federal Reserve.

"We're trying to use your software algorithm to prove whether a fourth bullet exists;"

He ultimately showed a probability of 99.73%.

This means that the public may discover that the assassination was a "sanction" approved by the Freemason Joint Council;

At that time, the entire Federal Reserve system will be impacted within 24 hours.

And you, as the instigator, will inevitably become the outlet for the vested interests of the Federal Reserve.

The Kennedy family wants to use you to complete old Joseph's unfinished revenge on Chappaquidco Island!

"I see!"

Henry was overwhelmed by the wickedness of the world.

He never imagined that the Getty family and the Kennedy family had such a complex connection.

He hesitated, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Old William stared intently at Henry, as if trying to see through his thoughts: "Henry, since your grandfather passed away, although our Getty family has been able to maintain its status as a Freemason at the 33rd level, it is also teetering on the brink of collapse."

"The Kennedy family's move, seemingly targeting you, is actually a declaration of war against our entire family and a test of the Freemasons' bottom line."

"Father, I feel we can't just sit here and wait to die."

Norton frowned, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard, making a crisp sound, as if he were thinking of a solution.

"Now that we know the Kennedy family's intentions, we must act first."

They released pre-collected, vague clues unfavorable to the Kennedy family, hinting at their shady political dealings, thus shifting public opinion and disrupting their plans.