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"The Hacker"

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 kids

id. 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.


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