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                      |  |         |  |  __     |  |   <_  | Issue #:055
                     _|  |_       _|  |_|  |    |   \___/  | Date:05\21\96
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                   / _ /    THE LONE GUNMEN Presents:   \ _ \                
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                  | |           Hacker's Manifesto         | |
                  | |        Written By: +The Mentor+      | |               
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                  | |  %/% The Conscience of a Hacker /%/  | |
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       Another one got caught today, its 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 a hacker? Did you ever wonder what 
   made him tick, what forces shape 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 the 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. in a second, this is
   cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I 
   screwed 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 incompetence's 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 callus criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. 
   We seek after knowledge... and you call use criminals. We exists without 
   skin color without nationality, without religious bias... and you calls 
   us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, murder, cheat, and 
   lie to us and try to make us believe its 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 by 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.