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 techno-brain, 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 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 up. Not
because it doesn't like me... Or feels
threatened
by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or feels aching 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 incompentencies
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 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
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?
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 out smarting 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.
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