were all alike

[code:1:0edbea78ea]The following was written shortly after my arrest...

/The Conscience of a Hacker//

by

+++The Mentor+++

Written on January 8, 1986
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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, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's
technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the 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'm 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 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
incompetencies is sought... a net 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 by 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
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 that 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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from:

http://www.flashdance.cx/txt/hack_papers/manifest.txt

That will happen if you keep marrying your sisters.[/uncalled for bama abuse]

Script kiddies are not quite the same thing as the original hacker, but the hacker is not gone, methinks. Just more subtle. Or in jail.

Smiles & feeds pike a Killie

Rubbish...efforts to combat this shyte would be better spent on helping me crack the lottery.

Swooned by your flowing beautiful fuzzy logic

agreed

actually true...