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gabe@gabegold.com
Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2019 23:22:02 -0400

Author writes:

The first time I called into an elevator, I picked up my iPhone and dialed
the number-labeled on my list as the Crown Plaza Hotel in Chicago—and
immediately heard two beeps, then a recording of a woman's voice, who told
me to press one to talk. When I did, I was suddenly in aural space filled
with the hum of motors and the muffled twanging of steel cables under
tension. "Hello, can anyone hear me?" I asked the void. The void did not
respond.

I hung up and tried another number on my list: A Hilton hotel in Grand
Rapids, Michigan. After just one ring I heard a series of four tones and
was immediately listening to the inside of another elevator. I heard a
chime, perhaps a signal that it had reached a floor, followed by the
rumble of what might have been a door opening. "Hi, is anyone in here?" I
asked. This time I heard a few muffled voices, then a woman answered:
"There are people in here, yes."

https://www.wired.com/story/elevator-phone-phreaking-defcon/


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