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posted by on Friday January 20 2017, @07:14PM   Printer-friendly
from the never-tell-anyone-anything dept.

ABC reports about a worrying scam involving phone number porting. The attacker finds the phone number, name, and date of birth, and other easy-to-find information about a first victim and uses that information to port their number to a new service under control of the attacker. This enables them to access the victim's Facebook account, which is used in a social engineering attack against the victim's friends, who become new victims when they hand over their banking details, which are then used to transfer money and make purchases.

This attack obviously works better with the large amount of personal information people are putting on social networks. But how well would this kind of thing work against the average Soylentil?


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  • (Score: 1) by baldrick on Saturday January 21 2017, @03:45AM

    by baldrick (352) on Saturday January 21 2017, @03:45AM (#456845)

    I don't even have a basement

    I make do with a damp cave

    --
    ... I obey the Laws of Physics ...
  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday January 21 2017, @04:28AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Saturday January 21 2017, @04:28AM (#456853)

    I envy you, with your cave. I don't even have that, just my hoodie and my aviator sunglasses.

    • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday January 21 2017, @01:13PM

      by Anonymous Coward on Saturday January 21 2017, @01:13PM (#456949)

      none of the above...and also no cell phone.

      • (Score: 2) by art guerrilla on Saturday January 21 2017, @01:59PM

        by art guerrilla (3082) on Saturday January 21 2017, @01:59PM (#456966)

        i can only communicate by letting my tears drip in a pattern of morse code on the bare dirt beneath my gimp box, the pattern being quickly erased by the rats scurrying to catch my feces...
        *sigh*
        its a hard life being a gimp with no wireless access...