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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.