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 1960's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of a hacker ?
Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him. What may have moulded 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.
Damn kid. "No, Mrs. Smith, I didn't show my work my work. I did it in my head....."
probably copied it. They 're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a . Wait a second, this is so cool, it does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed up. Not because it dosent like me.... Or feel threatened by me.... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or dosent like teaching and shouldn't be here.... And then it happened.... A door opened to a world.... Running through the phone line like heroin through an addict veins. Damn kid, All he does is play games. They're all alike.
An electronic pulse is sent out. A refuge from 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 has something to teach found us willing pupils. But those few 're like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now.... The world of the electron and the Such, 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....
We seek after knowledge
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 to make us believe it's for our wkn 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. My crime is that of outsmarting you, Not what they look like. 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.... were all alike...
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