Darknet Random Shopper, 2014 by Mediengruppe Bitnik

The Random Darknet Shopper is an automated online shopping bot which we provide with a budget of $100 in Bitcoins per week. Once a week the bot goes on shopping spree in the deep web where it randomly choses and purchases one item and has it mailed to us. The items are shown in the exhibition «The Darknet. From Memes to Onionland» at Kunst Halle St. Gallen. 

The Random Darknet Shopper is a live Mail Art piece, an exploration of the deep web via the goods traded there. It directly connects the Darknet with the art space (exhibition space). 

The bot bought Ectasy pills (hidden in a DVD case to confuse custom’s x-ray inspection), Cigarettes, a fake Loius Vitton bag, a platinum credit card and a Fire-brigade’s master keys.

It is worth mentioning that Darius Kazemi created Random Shopper in 2012, a bot that would randomly buy things on Amazon with a budget of $50 a month. So Bitnik’s piece is likely to be knowingly inspired by it. 

The Deepnet (Darkweb, Darknet, whatever you wanna call it)
The Deepnet

Did you ever see the Matrix films? Some people are calling it the darknet or darkweb but the real name for it is the Deepnet.

The Deepnet is a part of the internet that can’t be accessed by the general public and can’t be found in search engines like Google. It’s a secret part of the internet that can only be accessed by a certain network of people. 

The Deepnet although pretty secretive is almost 5 times bigger than the whole of the public internet and filled with lots more information useful for hackers, researchers and scientists alike.

Although it does have it’s useful points there’s also much darker parts of the Deepnet, prostitution rings, hackers, drug dealing websites and assassins for hire. It can be a very dangerous place which is why staying anonymous and never giving away your details is highly important, we’re talking about the sickest people around as well as some of the best hackers on the planet. 

You must connect through a proxy and then connect to the Tor network. You can connect to the Tor network by using a web browser plugin or the Incognito OS ‘Tails’ which is used by the armed forces etc when they need a secure encrytped connection. 

Before connecting to the Deepnet and discovering the secret internet 5 times bigger than the ‘surface internet’ please be sure to read up on the following very thoroughly.

Although the Deepnet is quite a weird place and can be scary at the same time it does have a wealth of useful information in it, it’s something I’d strongly recommend to anyone that has the guts for it and/or curiosity to learn more.


The so-called ‘darknet’ has gained notoriety as the site of 'drug emporiums’ like the recently shut-down Silk Road, where illegal narcotics including cocaine, ecstasy and heroin could be bought at the click of a button.
Yet it is not just those seeking illegal highs who are using networks like Tor, where anonymity is ensured through encryption.
Americans who do not have medical insurance, or who want to buy medications which have not yet been approved by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) are heading to the darknet, where therapeutic drugs are available at huge discount.
“The U.S. medical establishment really seems to be more about cancer as a business,” one man 'Mike’ told Vocativ.
He told the website that his father had refused to travel to France to buy potentially life-saving medication when he got cancer, and had died of the disease. So when his mother got breast cancer he was determined to access the best medication available, at the best price.
“Some of the generics that she had been on, in the US it’d be a $27,000 or $28,000 a year on prescription. You look at what you can do online and you get the same thing for about $1,800 to $2,000 per year. It’s 90% saving,” he said.
He said that despite having insurance, his family were still having to pay $34,000 a year for treatment, and he began to look for cheaper ways to access the medication.
“The internet being what it is, you just have to poke around a little bit and you’ll find all kinds of things… If there is something that’s available online that may be of utility for her, then you go ahead and try it,” he said.


The Protest

“Adrien, please!”

“Absolutely not.”

“I cannot believe you are being this petty. This is so not like you.”

“These are unusual circumstances.”

“Well, I think you’re being a tad dramatic.”

“Me? Dramatic?” He scoffed. “I am not dramatic! I’ve never been dramatic a moment in my life.”

The look Marinette gave her boyfriend was positively withering.

They were standing in the kitchen of her parent’s bakery. She had on a scrumptious little green dress she’d worn for the special occasion. The apron she wore to protect it was covered in flour, pink icing and a particularly decadent chocolate ganache.

Adrien stood across the kitchen, arms crossed, feet firmly planted. He was not wearing an apron and his clothes were still spic and span as a result of him refusing to participate in the activities of the afternoon.

The object of all his protesting and complaining sat on the counter between them.

To be completely fair, Adrien had to admit the cake was mouth watering. Which made him all the more miffed. The whole thing was a massive round, two-tier affair. He knew inside was a rich, moist yellow cake made even more amazing by the presence of sour cream. A family secret, Marinette had told him. The two layers of cake had been swathed in a made from scratch buttercream vanilla bean icing. Adrien had thought she’d been done then, but to his horror, he had watched as his girlfriend started to melt some of the finest bars of dark chocolate and whip them into that damned ganache. Watching her pour the thick dark liquid over the top of the cake had almost been his undoing. He couldn’t believe the betrayal.

And to top it off, and the cake, she’d gone and made those pretty little pink roses all clustered to the side with the remaining vanilla bean frosting. Followed by the final dagger in the back. The piping of the message on top of the cake.

He tried to melt those words with his eyes.

‘’I cannot believe you chose her over my dignity!”

Marinette rolled her eyes and started to untie the dirty apron. “Adrien, you’ve got to be kidding me. Your dignity?!”

“You know the things she has done to me! And yet you still…!” He gestured meaningfully towards the obscene cake.

Marinette had had enough. He was being ridiculous! 

Finally untying her apron she threw it to the floor with a stamp of her feet. “Adrien! IT. IS. FAKE.” She ground out. “It’s just fan fiction! But, it’s flattering and sweet and she spends so much time and effort and does it for free. This is the least we can do on her birthday!” She came around the counter, on a warpath. Adrien at least had the sense to back up a step when she came stomping up to him, jabbing a finger into his sweater.

“I respected your wishes when you said you didn’t want to make the cake with me, but damn it, you will be in the stupid photo!” Her eyes flared like the center of a candle’s flame.

Not buckling under Marinette’s white-hot gaze was a feat not just any person could tackle, but there was a reason he was her boyfriend and not just any person. So, Adrien didn’t budge. “She’s been blue balling me in that fic for almost tens chapters, maybe more, I dunno! Who cares! It’s too long! I won’t celebrate someone who wishes such horrors on me!”

Marinette and Adrien locked eyes, each burning with their own type of fire. Matching each other degree to degree.

But then something shifted, and Adrien watched as those blue eyes cranked down to a simmer, then shut off entirely. Marinette looked down at her finger still placed in the middle of his perfectly chiseled chest. Slowly she spread her fingers until her hand rested fully against him in a much more friendly gesture. Still on his guard, Adrien watched as Marinette looked back up at him, this time through those thick eyelashes of hers and he watched as her lower lip puckered ever so slightly.

Damn it.


It wasn’t going to work. No, sir. Not this time.

“No.” He said firmly. His features not budging.

“Okay, okay,” she sighed, at some point, her fingers had started to softly stroke him. She flicked her eyes down again,“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t try to force you to do something you’re so adamantly against.”

Adrien remained silent, even as his heartbeat stuttered with each stroke of her fingers.

“Forgive me?” She glanced back up at him, the hint of a smile at the edges of her lips.

Man, those damned lips.

He swallowed, “of course.”

A full smile bloomed across those lips at his words. “Kiss and make-up?”

Adrien smiled back because no one could resist smiling back at Marinette. Not even him. “Of course.”

Popping up on her toes, Marinette grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled him down to her level. Their lips hit the mark perfectly. And with as much practice as they had had, it was no wonder. 

The kiss he offered her was chaste and quick. The simple kiss you offer when you’re running out the door or saying hello or just because.

However, that was not the kind of kiss Marinette had had in mind.

When he started to pull away, she caught his lower lip expertly in her teeth and drew him right back in. He let out a little gasp and she did not hesitate in taking her opening. Hands sliding from his collar and up into his hair she let her tongue slip inside as she held him to her.

Adrien was not about to complain or even question any of this. He fell right into her rhythm and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her and that damned dress as close as he could.

Soon, she was leaving the warmth of his mouth and blazing a new path down his jaw and to his neck. He let out little sounds of contentment as she hit each and every one of his best spots with little nips and licks. Her hands left his hair to trail down to his shoulders and then his chest where she stroked and rubbed with knowing fingers.

Not one to be idle, Adrien’s hands started to wander on their own journey. They fell from her back, lower and lower until he had his hands full of pure grade-A Marinette Dupain-Cheng certified ass. And oh, boy what a wonderful thing it was. Giving a more than friendly squeeze he pulled her even closer, her breasts pushing up against him in a tremendously delicious way.

She gave a little gasp of approval and left her ministrations on his neck only to capture his lips all over again. This time, however, it was Adrien’s tongue who was first to breach the fortress. She let him wander, exploring every inch of her mouth, memorizing features he’d already memorized many times before.

It didn’t take long. It never did anymore, not when you’d been dating for two years and had spent many a night and day uncovering every single important trick.

Marinette grinned against his lips when she felt the hardened length of him pressing into her.

“Oh?” she whispered against his lips, “what have we here?”

Slowly, she let her hand trail down his abdomen and to his belt buckle, where she idled for only a moment before letting herself take a handful of the bulge in his jeans.

“Marinette,” Adrien said, his voice deeper and rough like sandpaper. A plead.

“I think I might be able to help you out with this little problem.” She redoubled her kissing intensity and busied both hands with undoing his belt buckle.

Adrien’s kisses became frantic, both of his hands left her heavenly posterior and cupped her face, holding her to him like she might drift away at any moment.

Stepping into him, until she’d backed him up to the counter, she finally got the belt buckle undone, the button popped and now her fingers clasped onto the zipper.

And paused.

Leaving his lips she slid her other hand around his neck and brought her lips to his ear and whispered,

“If you don’t take this photo, you’re going to really regret it.”

Nothing more needed to be said. Her point was exceedingly clear.

Adrien jerked back from her, the back of his hand covering his mouth, his eyes widened in betrayal.

“I cannot believe!” He gasped.

The smirk on Marinette’s face was the smuggest of the smug. She crossed her arms and cocked her hips, “believe it, minou. I’ll make your fiction horrors a horrifying reality. And I have plenty of reference material.”





By his own girlfriend.

Adrien knew he’d lost. In a very hard way. But, he wasn’t ready to coincide entirely.

“Very well.” He said, shifting uncomfortably and crossing his arms. “But, I propose a compromise.”

Marinette lifted an eyebrow but decided it was only fair to hear him out. “Go on…”

Thirty minutes later a compromise indeed had been reached and a call to Nino had been placed. Now, the three of them stood in the kitchen. Marinette looking quite satisfied and Adrien having had calmed himself down as much as possible. Nino was looking at both of them like they were crazy.

“So, just to recap, you want me to take a picture of you two, holding a birthday cake that you spent all day making from scratch for a fan fiction writer who writes what is essentially a smut story about you and Adrien and your superhero alter egos Ladybug and Chat Noir. And you’re telling me this fanfiction writer and a million others are a huge fan of this television show that apparently we’re all characters on?”

“Yes, precisely,” Marinette said.

“Where did you even find this?”

Marinette shrugged, “the darknet. Apparently, it contains wormholes to alternate dimensions amongst the illegal arms dealers and assassins for hire.”

“Huh.” Nino blinked. Then he shrugged, “alright cool.”

“Okay,” Marinette picked up her masterpiece of a cake and held it up with a huge grin, “ready!”

Adrien, true to his word, took his place right next to her and held up a creation of his own.

Nino lifted his phone up and focused the camera. “1, 2, 3, say fromage!”

Fromage!” Marinette chirped out happily.

Fromage,” Adrien grumbled out.

After he took a few different shots, Nino finally lowered his phone, “so, how does one send a cake through the darknet to an alternate dimension anyway?”


I hope you like these gifts from an internet stranger! Happy Birthday, @bullysquadess ! This is going to be cheesy as heck, but you really are a big ol’ inspiration to me, you’re really talented in a lot of ways and now you’ve got a job doing one of the things you love, and that’s just so darn cool. I hope your day is as fantastic as you deserve it to be!


A robot deployed on the dark web over the past few weeks has bought a pair of fake Diesel jeans, a baseball cap with a hidden camera, a stash can, a pair of Nike trainers, a decoy letter (used to see if your address is being monitored), 200 Chesterfield cigarettes, a set of fire-brigade issued master keys, a fake Louis Vuitton handbag, and 10 ecstasy pills. Who is legally liable?

Why I Had to Buy My Wife's Inhaler on the Dark Web
You can buy a range of prescription medicines online for a fraction of the cost.

Jackie has to use a maintenance inhaler twice per day, every single day, and will continue to use it for the rest of her life. Even with that maintenance inhaler, she sometimes still needs to use a different rescue inhaler to make it through the night when her asthma symptoms can be more pronounced. Without using these two types of medicine every day she could have an asthma attack, be hospitalized, or die. Given that a person with severe asthma could literally die without these inhalers, you would expect insurance companies to price them low enough for anyone to afford. It would be pretty unethical, or at the very least irresponsible, to charge a premium for them. Right?

Wrong. Many common medicines that people need (such as those prescribed for ADHD, anxiety, depression and many, many other things) are made very affordable, according to an insurer’s drug tier list. Asthma inhalers, however, are not.

Several months ago, Jackie found that her maintenance inhaler was running low. We had just obtained health insurance through Kentucky’s health care exchange and, while it wasn’t the most expensive plan, it certainly wasn’t cheap. Our monthly bill was high, but we thought the coverage was worth it.I should mention that Jackie specifically picked a plan with low prescription co-pays .Imagine our surprise when the total for her inhaler, with insurance applied, turned out to be around $300. Money was very tight at that time; we just couldn’t afford the inhaler without falling behind on other necessities like utilities and groceries. It was Jackie’s idea to check on the dark net.

It hadn’t occurred to me to look for an inhaler on the dark net until Jackie suggested it. She doesn’t really know much about the markets beyond things I’ve told her, but she asked me one night if you could buy inhalers on them. I got online, opened the Tor browser that is the gateway to the darknet, and pretty soon I found exactly the same maintenance inhaler—same brand, completely identical—that we needed to replace. The price was $30 with shipping.

The inhaler finally arrived intact after a couple weeks. It was in a completely unremarkable cardboard box. The only reason we recognized it as the inhaler was because of the country listed in the return address. It was hidden within multiple layers of packaging in the box to hide it from prying eyes. I honestly feel that a more illicit substance could easily have slipped through customs by being packaged the same way. The inhaler itself was completely legitimate and identical to what our local pharmacy would have given Jackie. The only difference was the price, and the fact that a crime had to be committed to get it.

Fortunately, Jackie has since found a way to obtain her maintenance inhaler without breaking the bank or the law, thanks to a helpful doctor and, of course, not our insurance company. However you feel about health care in the United States, I hope we can all agree that life saving medicine should be affordable. I make a pretty decent salary and we have good health insurance. I shouldn’t have to commit a crime to get the medicine my wife needs, and there are plenty of people with severe asthma who are in a much worse place financially than we are and yet still wouldn’t qualify for Medicaid. The majority of those people have never even heard of a dark net market and certainly wouldn’t know how to use one. What are they supposed to do?

When life saving medicine is out of reach to those who need it, something has to change. I don’t see that change coming anytime soon unfortunately. All I know is that health care is broken in this country and until it’s repaired, maybe it’s not such a bad thing that dark net markets exist.