Hacker's Manifesto_by_The Mentor.txt
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==Phrack Inc.== | |
Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10 | |
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The following was written shortly after my arrest... | |
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/ | |
by | |
+++The Mentor+++ | |
Written on January 8, 1986 | |
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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 will- | |
ing 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+++ | |
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