Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers."Teenager Arrested in Computer Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... But you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of a hacker? 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 **** they teach us bores me...Damn underachiever. They are all alike. I'm in junior or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. Damn kid. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it on my head..." 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 smarter ***..Or doesnt 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 then again...I know you all...Damn kid. Trying up the phone line again. They're all alike...You bet your *** we're all alike...We've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steack...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. 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...We seek after knowledge...We exist without skin colours, 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 criminals. Yes I am a criminal. My crime is that of cursiosity. 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 us all...after all... WE'RE ALL ALIKE...
