i named the dog archimedes, after the famous mathematician, and my grandfather said i could keep him if i did all the work. sounded like a sweet deal. i mean, how much work could one dog be? but i quickly realized that this dog was a born escape artist. at least once a week, i found myself jack: (panting) what is this guy, like an olympic sprinter or something? yeah, didn't you read his file, jack? special skills include stealing top secret information with his phone (singsongy): and 100 meter dash. yeah. i hear the sarcasm, i'm just too tired to appreciate it. riley: he's heading for the northeast exit. you might be able to head him off if you turn right... now. riley, how much longer until you fry this guy's phone with your space laser? okay, first, stop calling it a space laser. second, i'm writing a code complex enough to wipe a locked, encrypted phone from 7,000 miles away.