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Hollywood Knocks: The template for the film “The Social Network”

In 2010 my book “Billionaire by Chance” was published. The Foundation by Faqebookwhich was soon filmed under the title The Social Network. I would never be in that back then Sinn I came to the fact that one day I would come back to two characters in this story: Tyler and Cameron Winklevoss, those identical twins who messed with Mark Zuckerberg and gave him the origins of one of the most powerful Companys of Welt disputed.

In the world where billionaire appeared by chance, Facebook can Revolution, and Mark Zuckerberg the revolutionary. It overturned the social order, the way people interacted, got to know each other, communicated, fell in love and lived together. The Winklevoss brothers were perfect adversaries: tight-lipped "Harvardians," privileged spacks who in many ways and quite obviously represented the "establishment." Things are different now. Mark Zuckerberg is an established name. technicalebook is omnipresent and dominates large parts of the Internet (despite constant scandals, which revolve around stolen user data, fake news and political manipulation, among other things). Meanwhile, Tyler and Cameron Winklevoss have surprisingly reappeared in the news as leaders of an entirely new digital revolution. I don't miss the irony of it all. Zuckerberg and the twins switched roles of rebellion and empire, but not only that. My book and the resulting film canonized an image of the twins that urgently needs revision.

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mine Opinions After all, it's no coincidence that Tyler and Cameron Winklevoss were in the right place at the right time twice. In literature, as in life, there is rarely a second act. In the case of the Winklevoss twins, it looks as if the second act will sooner or later eclipse the first. Bitcoin and the one behind it Technology have the potential that Internet on the Head deliver. Like Facebook was developed so that our social relationships could move from the physical world to the internet, cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin were developed for a financial world that today functions largely online. The tech behind Bitcoin is not a fad, bubble, or trick. It represents a fundamental paradigm shift that will eventually change everything.

February 22, 2008. Twentieth floor of an unremarkable office tower on the edge of San Francisco's financial district. The usual cubes cut from glass, steel and concrete, air-conditioned, brightly lit cubes. Eggshell-colored walls, office beige carpets. Neon tubes that crossed the tic-tac-toe grid of the false ceilings. Glubbering water dispensers, conference tables with chrome strips, adjustable leatherette chairs. It was just after three on a Friday afternoon. Tyler Winklevoss was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of a pincushion made of similar office buildings that were stuck in the midday mist. He tried to drink filter water from a paper-thin, disposable cup without spilling too much of it on his tie. After so many days, months, oh what! - Years ago the tie was hardly necessary. The longer this torture dragged on, the more likely it was that he would eventually show up in his Olympic rowing jacket for the next endless session. He managed to taste the water just before the mug gave way under his fingers, and the trickle missed his tie but soaked the sleeve of his shirt. He threw the mug in a trash can by the window and shook out the wet cuff. “That is also on the list. Paper cups in the shape of ice cream cones. Which sadist just made it up? "" Maybe the one who invented this lighting. I've been two steps browner since they put us on this floor. I bet purgatory is made of neon lights. ”

Position war: On the way to world domination

Sprawled in two of the faux leather chairs at the other end of the room, Tyler's brother Cameron, his long legs propped on the edge of a rectangular conference table. He wore a blazer but no tie. One of his size 48 leather shoes was perilously close to the screen of Tyler's open laptop, but Tyler ignored it. The day had been long. Tyler knew the boredom was intentional. An out-of-court settlement was different from a legal dispute. The latter was a trench warfare, in which two factions fought their way to victory - what mathematicians and economists would call a zero-sum game. Trials had their ups and downs, but primal forces lurked beneath the surface; in essence it was war. It was different with an arbitration procedure. When run well, there were no winners or losers, just two parties compromising on one Solution and now, as they said, "split up the child." Arbitration didn't feel like war, but more like a very long bus ride that didn't end until all fellow passengers were so fed up with the scenery that they could look forward to a Objective could agree.

"Actually," Tyler said, turning back to the window and the familiar gray on gray of the Northern California afternoon, "we're not the ones in purgatory." Once the lawyers were out, Tyler and Cameron always tried their best , so as not to delve into her case. At first it had been different. At first the feeling of anger and betrayal was so great that they could hardly think of anything else. But as the weeks rolled into months, they came to the realization that anger was the spiritual Health is not beneficial. Again and again it was said by the lawyers that they System would have to trust. So when they were alone, they tried to talk about something other than what had brought them here.

Like Dante in the circle of hell

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That they now came to speak of the literature of the Middle Ages, more precisely of Dante Idea from the various circles of Hell, was a sign of the softening of avoidance tactics. Her Trust the system had apparently led them into a Dantesque circle of hell. At least it gave them some distraction. Growing up in Connecticut, Tyler and Cameron had been obsessed with Latin. When there were no moreCourses for them to take in their senior year, they wrested from the principal a seminar on Medieval Latin, which was conducted by the head of Latin, a Jesuit priest. Together the brothers and the Father translated the Confessions of St. Augustine and other medieval writings. While Dante didn't write his most famous work in Latin, Tyler and Cameron knew enough Italian to joke about re-furnishing the inferno: water coolers, fluorescent lights, whiteboards...lawyers. "Actually," Tyler said, "we're in Limbo. He is in purgatory. We have done nothing wrong.«

Suddenly there was a knock. One of her own lawyers, Peter Calamari, was the first to enter. His high hairline framed a protruding forehead and a too small, soft chin. The palm-pattern shirt was sloppy in the waistband of a pair of jeans that was so big that he walked in it weirdly. Tyler wouldn't have been surprised if the label was still on it. Worse, Calamari really wore sandals. Probably bought where he got his jeans from. The mediator came in behind the lawyer. Antonio "Tony" Piazza cut a much more impressive figure. He was slim, almost skinny, and flawlessly dressed in a suit and tie. His graying hair was short and neatly shaved, his cheeks appropriately tanned.

The master of meditation

In the press, Piazza was considered a »master of mediation«. He had more than four thousand complicated disputes successfully reputed to have a photographic memory and was also a martial arts expert on the side - he claims to have learned from aikido how to channel aggression into something productive. Piazza never got tired. Actually, he was the perfect bus driver for this seemingly endless journey. Before the door closed behind the two lawyers, Cameron had his feet off the table. "Did he consent?" The question was addressed to Piazza. For the last few weeks, Calamari, after all a partner in the swanky law firm Quinn Emanuel, had seemed more like a messenger between them and the aikido master. With his loose jeans and sandals he was probably looking for a connection to Silicon Valley, but in Camerons Eyes the lawyer made himself a joke figure.

In fact, he shouldn't even be here. Calamari was representing Rick Werder Jr., who was actually on the case and had to pull out at the last minute to instead assist a company in its $2 billion bankruptcy case. Although the fate of the Winklevoss case rested solely on his shoulders, Werder did not appear for the arbitration, the crucial moment of the case. Presumably the deal he was chasing just seemed bigger and better. The twins had hired the law firm of Quinn Emanuel to bolster their legal team as the pretrial concluded and the trial approached. Founded in 1986 by John B. Quinn, the firm was known for its tough litigators who focused exclusively on commercial litigation and arbitration. The firm had pioneered the abandonment of a formal dress code—unheard of in the world of posh law firms. This Innovation was to blame for Calamari's fashionable total loss. "He didn't say no," Piazza said, "but he has concerns." Tyler looked at his brother. The proposal they made was originally Cameron's idea. After all the legal back-and-forth—with Piazza in the middle, as a silvery sphinx looking for points of contact—Cameron had wondered if the whole fuss couldn't just be left out. They were actually three students who had met each other not so long ago in the canteen. Couldn't you sit down, just the three of you, without lawyers, and discuss the matter? "What concerns?" Cameron asked. Piazza hesitated. "Security concerns." It took Tyler a moment to comprehend what the man was saying. His brother rose from the armchair. "He thinks we're going to punch him?" Cameron asked. "Really?" Tyler felt his cheeks flush. "That's a joke, is not it?"

Her lawyer approached soothingly. "What matters is that security concerns aside, he's sympathetic to the idea." "Seriously," Tyler said. 'He thinks we're going to beat him up? In the middle of the arbitration? In the Office an arbitration attorney.” Piazza's face remained impassive, but his did voice lowered - in such a soothing tone that one could fall asleep. “Let's stick to the point. In theory, he agreed to the meeting. It's all about the details.” “Are you going to chain us to the water dispenser?” Cameron asked. 'Does that make him feel safer?' 'It won't be necessary. At the end of the hallway is a glass-walled meeting room. The meeting can take place there. Only one of you goes in for a one-on-one interview. The rest of us stay outside and watch.” It was utterly absurd. Tyler felt like he was being treated like a wild animal. security concerns. The word felt like it was coming from him. It sounded like something only he would say. Maybe it was a trick; that it would be physically safer for him to talk to just one of them was almost as ridiculous as the idea that they would want to spank him, but perhaps he felt he had some intellectual advantage in a one-to-one conversation .

The most surreal moment in life

The twins felt that from the start he disdained them for their looks. To him, they'd always been just the cool guys on campus. Stupid jocks who couldn't even program, who had to have their website built by a nerd. A website that only he, that Boy Genius, could have invented - or rather: should have invented. Because if they had been the inventors, they would have invented them. By that logic it was natural clearthat they would smack him as soon as they saw him. Tyler closed his eyes and collected himself. Then he shrugged. "Cameron goes in." His brother had always been the softer one, less alpha, more willing to bend when bending was the only one Choice was. No doubt that was the case here. "Like in a tiger cage," Cameron said as they followed Piazza and the lawyer out into the hallway. “Keep the tranquilizer gun ready. If you see me go for his throat, do me a favor and aim for the blazer. It belongs to my brother.” Neither attorney nor mediator showed the slightest amusement.

Forty minutes later, when Cameron Winklevoss entered the glass case, it was one of the most surreal moments of his life. Mark Zuckerberg was already seated at the long, rectangular table in the center of the room. At five feet seven, the billionaire seemed enthroned on an extra-high seat cushion. A little embarrassed, Cameron closed the glass door behind him; on the other side of the glass he saw Tyler and the attorney take their seats. Piazza could be seen further down the hall, with Zuckerberg's lawyers lined up behind him, an army of suits. He knew most of them; he had never failed to notice Neel Chatterjee of the law firm Orrick Herrington & Sutcliffe LLP, who was so protective of his precious client (and so suspicious of anything the twins had to say about him) that at a panel the twins were attending were invited to an internet conference in 2008 Audience had sat, probably to follow her statements.

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Chatterjee and the rest of the attorneys had notepads out, and Cameron wondered what they wanted to write down. The glass wall made a soundproof impression and none of those present could, to his knowledge, read lips. The conversation should take place between him and Zuckerberg: no intermediaries, no lawyers, no listeners, no meddlers. Zuckerberg didn't look up as Cameron walked to the other end of the conference table. The strange chill that felt Cameron had nothing to do with the overzealous air conditioning. It was the first time in four years that he had seen his former Harvard classmate again. Cameron first met Zuckerberg in October 2003 in the Kirkland cafeteria. He, Tyler and her boyfriend Divya Narendra sat down with him to discuss the social Network to discuss that they had built up over the past year. Over the next three months, the four had met and her several times in Zuckerberg's dorm room Projects discussed in over fifty emails. But unbeknownst to the twins and Narendra, Zuckerberg had secretly started work on another social network. Their domain thefacebookHe had registered .com on January 11, 2004, four days before their third meeting on January 15.

And three weeks later, on February 4, 2004, he had thefacebook.com launched. Cameron, Tyler and Divya only found out about it from the Uninewspaper, the Harvard Crimson. Cameron then emailed Zuckerberg Rede. Zuckerberg's response: "If you would like to talk about it, I would be willing to meet with you alone. Let me know...' Cameron hadn't responded to this, for the trust seemed irrevocably broken; what would a Streit bring with someone who acted like this? In Cameron's eyes, all they had left was to rely on the system - initially by appealing to the administration to have Harvard Rector Larry Summers intervene and enforce the code of honor that, according to the student handbook, should determine how things work together at the university. When that didn't work, they had reluctantly turned to justice - and now, four long years later, here they were ... Cameron had reached the table and let his oversized body sink into one of the chairs before finally looking up and an embarrassed one Smile hinted at. It was incredibly difficult to judge someone who didn't have any recognizable facial expressions, but Cameron said there was a hint of nervousness in the way Zuckerberg rocked forward and crossed his feet under the table, a hint of human emotion. Surprisingly, Zuckerberg wasn't wearing his signature gray hoodie; evidently he was taking the matter seriously by now. Zuckerberg nodded to Cameron and mumbled a kind of greeting. For the next ten minutes, it was Cameron who was the main talking point. He started with a peace offer. He congratulated Mark on his successes in the few years after leaving Harvard. For the conversion and expansion of thefacebook.com - an initially small, exclusive community of networked Harvard students - to Facebook, a global phenomenon that spread first from university to university, then from country to country, and had attached itself first millions, then billions, of users who ye Private- and revealed intimate life in words and pictures. In the meantime, this network comprised more than a fifth of all people on earth and continued to grow unabated.

The Harvard Connection

Cameron backed the obvious with the obvious: He, Tyler, and Divya firmly believed that Facebook grew out of her idea, a website first called Harvard Connection and later renamed ConnectU. It had been its own social network, designed to make it easier for college students to connect with each other. Cameron, Tyler, and Divya came to the Harvard Connection because they were frustrated by the increasingly crowded campus life. The first year was a big melting pot. Within the first week, Divya had bumped into Cameron at Harvard Yard and invited him to his dorm room to play electric guitar. From that day on they were great friends. But over time, these random social collisions had become less frequent as everyone became increasingly busy. It was not lightto expand the circle of friends beyond the borders of your own dorm, your own sports team or your own subject.

The twins and Divya saw a problem in this and set about fixing it. Harvard Connection or ConnectU was intended to become a virtual campus where student life could thrive without the physical barriers and impenetrable social barriers of the offline world. A freshman forever, only everyone would be older and wiser and youth wouldn't be wasted on the young. In the spring of 2003, the code was almost complete; however, the original programmer, Sanjay Mavincurve, was just graduating with the prospect of a job at Google in California. So the twins and Divya had to hire someone else to complete the website. Victor Gao worked on it over the summer, but by the time the semester started, his bachelor's thesis was becoming too busy, so he finished it stop had to. He put in touch with a sophomore in computer science who seemed interested in commercial projects. At that point, the ConnectU software was designed to classify users based on their email address. For example, if someone registered with an address ending in harvard.edu, he or she would have been automatically assigned to the Harvard network. This should avoid the mess that comes from packing everyone into one network. Like a Matryoshka doll, ConnectU would become a network of smaller subnets, which would also contain networks of subnets, and so on down to the individual.

Elites among themselves

Divya and the twins had set up ConnectU after they realized that the email address could not only identify a person like a digital ID, but also provide information about their social environment in real life. The Harvard administrator gave email addresses with the Harvard domain only to Harvard students. Goldman Sachs only gave addresses with @ goldmansachs.com to Goldman Sachs employees. If you had such an email address, you probably belonged to these circles in some way in real life. This design should give the ConnectU network a level of trustworthiness that other social networks such as Friendster or MySpace did not have. The users should be arranged so that they can find each other better and get to know each other in a more meaningful way. This was exactly the type of construction that the project had, which was to catapult the computer scientist they commissioned into world fame and domination over the Internet a short time later. In the eyes of the twins, the only networks Mark Zuckerberg knew about were computer networks. From their own social dealings with him, they had the impression that Mark preferred to communicate with machines rather than with people. Seen in this light, it was much more plausible to see the world's largest social network as an offspring of an unequal pairing between the twins and Zuckerberg, rather than Zuckerberg's own intellectual child. The idea of ​​the lonely genius who creates brilliant inventions all by himself was a film cliché, a Hollywood myth. In reality, the largest companies in the world were started by dynamic duos: Jobs and Wozniak,

Brin and Page, Gates and Allen, the list was endless and, in Cameron's view, should have included Zuckerberg and Winklevoss. Or Winklevoss and Zuckerberg. Sitting at the conference table, Cameron had to admit to himself that Zuckerberg's accomplishments were truly impressive. Whatever he had taken from them, he had turned it into a revolution. Somehow this slight, pale boy with the cheap haircut had managed to change the world. And Cameron smeared that onto his bread. He reiterated that Zuckerberg's creation was incredible and represented an innovation that comes only once in a generation. When Cameron fell silent, Zuckerberg offered his own congratulations. He said he was genuinely impressed that Cameron and Tyler had won the US rowing championship while still undergraduates and were expected to be part of the US national team at the Beijing Olympics later this summer. Cameron was oddly reminded of the shy boy they'd met in the dining room that day. A socially inhibited computer geek who was happy to have even casual dealings with them. Cameron struggled to banish dark memories as he watched the compliments accepted. He tried not to think about how he felt when he read the article on Zuckerberg's website. In the meantime, the job title given to Zuckerberg on thefacebook.com said, "Founder, Supreme Commander, and Public Enemy." Thief would have been fine too, thought Cameron. But such lines of thought were of little help. None of that mattered now.

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