Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in
Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering" ... ****
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..
**** 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..."
**** 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 ***.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here.. **** 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... **** kid. Tying up the phone line again.
They're all alike... You bet your *** 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 us 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 colour, without nationality,
without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you
wage wars, you murder, you 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 curiousity. 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.
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