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CHAPTER ONE Wired for Something WHITE PLAINS, NEW York. The kind of place that quietly says, “We made it.” Not flashy, not gritty, just upper-middle class enough for orthodontics, Hebrew school, and a computer in the den. That’s where you’d find a young Mark Elliot Zuckerberg: bowl cut, blank stare, and fingers already hovering over the keyboard like he was waiting for something to wake up. He wasn’t normal. Not in the sitcom sense. Not in the little-league-and-fireflies way. Mark was the kind of kid who didn’t just use computers, he talked to them. By age 10, his parents bought him an early Macintosh and a copy of the C++ programming guide. By 12, he built a chatbot that let his friends...