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diff --git a/src/leap/soledad/client/examples/manifest.phk b/src/leap/soledad/client/examples/manifest.phk deleted file mode 100644 index 2c86c07d..00000000 --- a/src/leap/soledad/client/examples/manifest.phk +++ /dev/null @@ -1,50 +0,0 @@ -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. |