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authorKali Kaneko <kali@leap.se>2017-06-26 16:48:40 +0200
committerKali Kaneko <kali@leap.se>2017-06-26 16:48:40 +0200
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-The Hacker's Manifesto
-
-The Hacker's Manifesto
-by: The Mentor
-
-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 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 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.
-
-This was the last published file written by The Mentor. Shortly after
-releasing it, he was busted by the FBI. The Mentor, sadly missed.