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┌─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ Distributed By: │
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│ Sancho │
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│ ********** sanjin.goglia@sprint.fido.hr ********** │
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│ 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 1960'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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│ -The Mentor │
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