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| <p align="center"><font color="#FFFFFF"><big><strong>"The Hacker" <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Another one got caught today, <br> | |
| it's all over the papers. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", <br> | |
| "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Damn kids. They're all alike. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| But did you, in your <br> | |
| three-piece psychology <br> | |
| and 1950's technobrain, <br> | |
| ever take a look behind <br> | |
| the eyes of the hacker? <br> | |
| Did you ever wonder <br> | |
| <br> | |
| what made him tick, what forces <br> | |
| shaped him, <br> | |
| what may have molded him? <br> | |
| <br> | |
| I am a hacker, enter my world... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Mine is a world that begins <br> | |
| with school... <br> | |
| I'm smarter than most of <br> | |
| the other kids, this crap they teach <br> | |
| us bores me... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Damn underachiever. They're all alike. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| I'm in junior high or high school. <br> | |
| I've listened to teachers explain <br> | |
| <br> | |
| for the fifteenth time how to reduce <br> | |
| a fraction. I understand it. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. <br> | |
| I did it in my head..." <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Damn kids <br> | |
| <br> | |
| id. Probably copied it. They're all alike. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| I made a discovery today. <br> | |
| I found a computer. <br> | |
| Wait a second, this is cool. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| It does what I want it to. <br> | |
| If it makes a mistake, <br> | |
| it's because I screwed it up. <br> | |
| Not because it doesn't like me... <br> | |
| Or feels threatened by me... <br> | |
| Or thinks I'm a smart ass... <br> | |
| Or doesn't like teaching <br> | |
| and shouldn't be here... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Damn kid. All he does is play games. <br> | |
| They're all alike. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| And then it happened... <br> | |
| a door opened to a world... <br> | |
| rushing through the phone line like heroin <br> | |
| through an addict's veins, <br> | |
| an electronic pulse <br> | |
| <br> | |
| is sent out, a refuge from <br> | |
| the day-to-day <br> | |
| incompetencies is sought... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| a board is found. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| "This is it... this is where I belong..." <br> | |
| <br> | |
| I know everyone here... <br> | |
| even if I've never met them, <br> | |
| never talked to them, <br> | |
| <br> | |
| may never hear from them again... <br> | |
| I know you all... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. <br> | |
| They're all alike... <br> | |
| <br> | |
| You bet your ass we're all alike... <br> | |
| we've been spoon-fed baby food at <br> | |
| school when we hungered for steak... <br> | |
| the bits of meat that you did let <br> | |
| slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. <br> | |
| We've been dominated by <br> | |
| sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. <br> | |
| The few that had something to teach <br> | |
| <br> | |
| found us willing pupils, but those few are <br> | |
| like drops of water in the desert. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| This is our world now... <br> | |
| the world of the electron and the switch, <br> | |
| <br> | |
| the beauty of the baud. We make use of a <br> | |
| service already existing without <br> | |
| <br> | |
| paying for what could be dirt-cheap <br> | |
| if it wasn't run by profiteering <br> | |
| gluttons, and you call us criminals. <br> | |
| We explore... and you call us <br> | |
| <br> | |
| criminals. We seek after knowledge... <br> | |
| and you call us criminals. We exist <br> | |
| <br> | |
| without skin color, without nationality, <br> | |
| without religious bias... and you <br> | |
| <br> | |
| call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, <br> | |
| you wage wars, you murder, cheat, <br> | |
| and lie to us and try to make us believe <br> | |
| it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Yes, I am a criminal. <br> | |
| My crime is that of curiosity. <br> | |
| My crime is that of <br> | |
| judging people by what they say and think, <br> | |
| not what they look like. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| My crime is that of outsmarting you, <br> | |
| something that you will never forgive me for. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. <br> | |
| You may stop this individual, <br> | |
| but you can't stop us all... <br> | |
| after all, we're all alike. </strong></big><br> | |
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