One of those classic pieces in the history of computers... 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 > forthe 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 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 by profiteering gluttons, and > you callus 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. 08/01/1986 >
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