We got a guy working for the company two months walks out the door with a box of processors on Tuesday has a ticket for Florida on Wednesday but on Thursday, he gets found in a Dumpster.

After Viktor was dead, all the killer had to do was take his keys, drive to his workshop, and plant the Blue Orchid in Julian's bag.

My parents left for Tampa this afternoon, and I stayed at the airport an extra two hours watching people walk back and forth with their luggage in tow.

When he gets the briefcase, he enters the code, the documents get unscrambled, and voilà, you've just sent an encoded message to James Bond.

What makes encryption so important is that if someone were to capture the briefcase and cut it open without the encryption key and the encryption algorithm, they wouldn't be able to read the documents.

I'm going to shove it into my bag, I'm going to have this email template, and I'm going to fill it out and collect information on all these different data points during the date to prove to everybody that empirically, these dates really are terrible.

So like a person blindly rooting about in a bag, she finds the brain, and she injects it with venom into two very specific clusters of neurons.

And they compute that not by looking at the obvious things, like, she's buying a crib or baby clothes, but things like, she bought more vitamins than she normally had, or she bought a handbag that's big enough to hold diapers.

They may collect over 300 kilos in their bags, shopping carts, bicycles and carroças.

And so I decided to go on a real journey -- not the bullshit cancer one or the mythical hero's journey that everyone thought I should be on, but a real, pack-your-bags kind of journey.