It was after dark and Nixon & Helms were smuggled in a rear fire exit. Both were disguised and wore false beards and glasses in case they were spotted by some inquisitive student working late on her dissertation.
In the study of Fuchs the 3 relaxed with Havana cigars and Hennessy Cognac. The study was lit by moonlight filtering through the thick drape curtains & a single green reading lamp on the worn teak desk.
The walls were lined with antique leather bound books and a few more modern tomes with titles like “packet mode switching” and “The fundamentals of Electricity”
Nixon exhaled slowly, blowing a couple of smoke rings before taking a large sip on his Cognac.
Helms eyes moved around the room constantly as if searching for something elusive.
Nixon – “Walter, we need your help & what you do must remain absolutely secret, you can’t even tell your Mother”
Fuchs – “Of course, anything for my Country Sir”
Helms – “we want you to develop a system which we can use to capture peoples communications”
Nixon – “….it should appear entirely voluntary, so that they divulge their innermost secrets at will”
Helms – “It will develop over time with more & more people becoming increasingly interconnected…..”
Nixon – “if you help us we will invest billions of dollars here at UCLA & develop a whole new industry to support it’s growth….”
Helms – “we will use it to fight International Crime & to defeat the Commies…”
Fuchs – ” there……there is something I’m working on it’s called ARPANET”
Helms – “sounds good but why don’t we call it the International Net……..or INTERNET..”
Nixon exhaled and blew smoke rings across the room.