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  <LI><B>0wned By: REWTED CREW. ICY- ThE_GOD(Mentor) Juve, DIS, and the rest<BR></B><BR>
  <LI>Mentors Last Words: <BR>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. <BR>
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