(Duh!)
- 0wned By: REWTED CREW. ICY- ThE_GOD(Mentor) Juve, DIS, and the rest
- Mentors Last Words:
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.
+++The Mentor+++