"Mentor's Last Words"

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.



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W sumie to i mnie sie tyczy, moze nie w takim stopniu, hakerem nie jestem, ale chce wiedziec jak najwiecej.