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“Who was this criminal mastermind behind Silk Road? Not at all whom you would expect. Ross Ulbricht was the kind of kid any parent would be proud of, an Eagle Scout from Austin, Texas, who had earned a master's degree in science and engineering.”

Quote by Marc Goodman

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Marc Goodman

Marc Goodman is a renowned author focusing on future crime, technology ethics, and global security. His work delves into the potential impacts of technological development on society and security. more

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