Magic, Misdirection, and Markets, from Easan Katir
I find myself in Las Vegas having just finished a four-hour lunch with a master sleight of hand artist, Armando Lucero. After the dessert dishes were cleared, he showed us — not 30 feet away on a stage, but 30 inches in front of our noses, illusions that strained my belief. The climax was when he found a card in a clever way that anyone at our table has only thought of.
If one man with a deck of cards can baffle so completely, what massive and incalculable deception might be afoot in the armies of traders with their teraflopping supercomputers?