Let's all remember these words
Another one got
caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested After Bank Tampering"...... Damn kids. They're all alike. But
did you ever, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look
behind the eyes of a hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces
shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world.... Mine is a
world that begins with school.... I am smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they
teach us bores me.... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or
high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a
fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I
found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a
mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or it feels threatened
by me.... Or thinks I'm a smart ass.... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here....
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened.... a
door opened to a world.... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's
veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetence is
sought.... a board is found. "This is it.... this is where I belong...." I know everyone
here.... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them
again.... I know you all.... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all
alike.... You bet your ass we're all alike.... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school
when we hungered for steak.... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were
pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated be sadists, or ignored by the apathetic.
The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops
of water in the desert.
This is our world now.... the world of the electron and the
switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by the profiteering gluttons, and you call us
criminals. We explore.... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge.... and you
call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious
bias.... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder,
cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the
criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of
judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of
outsmarting you, something you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my
manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all.... after all, we're all
alike.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The
MENTOR++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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