Technolust

The Hacker's Manifesto 

   The Conscience of a 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 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+++

They say to "let it go" but what do they know.....
They say to "stop worrying" but what do they know.......
They say that "It isnt a problem" but what do they know......
They say that "you will soon forget about it" but what do they know.......
You are reading this.... but what do you know......?
Are you one of them....? Are you feeling IT...? Are you expressing IT...?
But what do I know........." 
-ThEhAcKiNgGoAt 

GPL: Free as in Herpes
There was a dot-com boom, then a bang. There is a linux boom, how soon until the bang?

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