From a653032662c990c662bf6706b0784bce1c553cbd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Kali Kaneko Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2017 16:48:40 +0200 Subject: [pkg] move examples folder to docs/ --- docs/client_examples/manifest.phk | 50 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 50 insertions(+) create mode 100644 docs/client_examples/manifest.phk (limited to 'docs/client_examples/manifest.phk') diff --git a/docs/client_examples/manifest.phk b/docs/client_examples/manifest.phk new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2c86c07d --- /dev/null +++ b/docs/client_examples/manifest.phk @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +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. -- cgit v1.2.3