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                          Diary of a Hacker Part 3

                          By:The Blade Cuisinart


     Prolouge: You know, after writing this series I witnessed
     something real bizzare.  A large response.  I wrote these
     Text so that people would understand what it CAN be like
     for Hackers, Phreakers, Etc...  I am not saying what we do
     is right or good, but I write it so you understand.  I wanted
     to take a moment to thank all the people who read this.  If
     it was not for you, these would never have been written.
     At any rate, after much thought on the subject, I am here
     to offer you all a proposal of the continuance of this
     text.  There are many things I have done in the world
     under the moniter.  If the people reading this Text wish
     it, I will continue to write these text.  I know the
     SysOp of the Masquerade who has agreed to post these
     Text on his BBS, wants me to, and if you do, I will.
     Anyone who wants me to continue, call the Masquerade
     708.963.4551 and let the SysOp know.  Since Thumper is
     planning on putting a NUP soon, if this does not get into
     circulation on time, when you get to the Matrix Prompt,
     (the logon screen for you rookies) just Format the Hard
     Drive.  I know, I know, but thats the only way you'll be
     able to Apply.  ;)  Don't you just love the subliminal
     crap?
     So to all of you, I say thanks.  And on with the last!


                                November 24th

     Dr.Antristo was out of town with the inmates(family) to visit
     other relatives...(more inmates).  So I had the Computer to
     myself this weekend.  After my little stint at Argonne Natl.
     Lab, my father had come home and told me about it, he figured
     that since I was into computers, I'd like to know they were
     having a problem with theirs...namely a Hacker.  I laughed and
     told him they'd catch him eventually...(Yeah, right) and ate
     my dinner.  Later in the evening, I juiced up the computer and
     dialed out to one of my more preferred Pirate BBS's.  I talked
     to a few of the others on its Multi-Node chat...(which in that
     time was considerbly slower.) and we discussed matters of big
     importance...crashing the local school computers.  Hmmm, I had
     no real input, seeing as I was a Hacker, not a Phreaker, but
     I added my two cents anyways.  Then later (45Min) some of the
     other Hackers came online and began to debate Techniques on
     how to get into Military computer systems.  I laughed when I
     watched them type this all out.  I was thinking to myself that
     that only happens in the movies..(for those of you who saw
     War Games, I know EVERYONE has seen it) but, I was wrong.
     These guys were insistant that there was a "Backdoor" to a
     Computer in the Department of Energy.  I wasn't about to
     believe that on the grounds that I didn't believe in secret
     codes, or Hidden Back Doors, or anything that made Hacking
     look a little less than reality.
     After listening to a few guys plead their cases to the rest
     of us, I finally told them I would check it out.  If only
     to shut these guys up.  The others agreed.
     They asked me if I could gain access to the DOE Central
     Computer System.  I told them of what I had done earlier in
     the month.  They were awestruck.  I asked the other, more
     reality planted Hackers if these guys knew what COMPUTER
     really meant...this was the first time I had encountered
     the dreaded WaReZgEeK.  It is something I never forgot.

     I searched in a vain attempt to access the "Backdoor" to this
     supposed military computer.  I had not, nor have I ever found
     it to this day.  After looking for almost an hour, the only
     thing I found was that my eyes were irritated.  I dropped
     carrier and returned to the Pirate BBS in [206].  All of my
     colleagues were present for me to lecture these two little
     chucklefucks about lying.  After a browbeating, they admitted
     that they made most of it up.  The others began phreaking the
     houses of the two WaReZgEeKs..(I believe its now called War-

     dialing, or something like that) I have no clue how they found
     out who they really were, but they must have been better than
     me.
     I talked to the others for a while, disussing the two chaps
     and wondering if there were more coming...(for all of you out
     there who have people who sign their names in Ascii and talk
     about how "Wasted/Trashed/blitzed" they were, fill their
     text or E-Mail with swears, or even how many times they got
     laid last night, BOOT THEM OFF YOUR BBS!  And for any of you
     little shits reading this, what a shame you don't know what
     REAL Hackers are....you might have learned something.)

     If only us Hackers could predict the future....I can't imagine
     what the larger groups, The Humble Guys, RAZOR, FLT, iCE, PE,
     UNT, ACiD, NeMeSiS, TDT, Future Crew, >T<>C<?, UNC, must have
     to deal with and be going through.  But I am getting off the
     main theme.  Anyways, they left and we heckled them, and had
     a good time.  Afterwards, I logged off and Dr.Antristo called
     me long distance to tell me about the meeting with the Inmates

     Thanksgiving....Yummmmm!  My dad made Turkey, Peas, Corn,
     Mashed Potatoes w/gravey, and Wine.  We all feasted, yes the
     other inmates graced me with their presence too ;).  After our
     meal I went down stairs and began to logon other BBS's looking
     for typical information.  To my surprise I ran across the guy
     from the Elite BBS I got my AT&T access codes from.  After
     talking to him, and relaying/trading information to him, I
     told him of the "Secret Backdoor" in the Computer at the DOE.
     He told me that were such a thing to exist, the military would
     have gotten rid of it long ago.  He also told me that it would
     be almost suicide to hack into the Military Mainframes and the
     such.  I asked if it could be done.  He really didn't know and
     said that he wouldn't be a proper judge to say. How nice.
     I asked about suggestions that he might have, he said that it
     SHOULD be like any other Major Corperation System.  After I
     listened to him preach about how I would get caught, REAL fast
     if I went into the Military Computers, I left the BBS to call
     Dr.Antristo.
     Doc' was in Gary, he told me to come get pick him up.
     I hopped into the everfaithful MouseMobile to spring him from
     his misery.  A few hours later, we were back in my room doing
     what we loved most, Hacking.  I got into Argonne and fixed me
     a new pass, then transferred into the DOE, then with my stolen
     Identification, I made another jump past their "Superior"
     security systems.  I gained access through their system by an
     operater who had been monitering the system.  After chatting
     with him about Physics, and the such,he left me to go in the
     Main system.  (I told him I was lost.  Computer Illerate)  The
     next thing I knew I was looking at inforamtion on Star Wars
     project.  Hmmm, how ironic that its really 97% finished.
     (Media said it was 37%....B.S.!)
     I rummaged around the system for about 10 minutes when the
     operater came back online and told me that they were shutting
     down for some kinda core dump, he then told me to go to the
     #4473 Extention for the next 30 minutes.  I asked where that
     was, (remember, I am SUPPOSED to be Computer Illerate) he
     paused and then said something about a Military Computer
     Database then left.  I went to check out this Extention...
     After a 2 second pause I was introduced to a new screen with
     a real bizzare look to it.  It was filled with a lot of stuff
     and numbers that I have never seen.  Dr.Antristo said they
     were file numbers, and file extentions.
     I had no clue what all this shit was, so I went past it like
     it wasn't there.  After searching the mainframe, which looked
     sorta like a Windows program, I found that the system was
     based in the Washington D.C. area.  As soon as I figured out
     that I was calling there, I unplugged the computer, hung up,
     and hid under the covers of my bed.
     Dr.Antristo was almost hysterical, he kept screaming that we
     were in the Pentagon Computer again and again.  I felt like
     I was going to be sick.  I grabbed all my papers, and Text I
     had printed and began to stuff them into the garbage can.  I
     also ran out to Walgreens to get a REALLY BIG Magnet so I
     could run all my Floppies over it, should someone come to
     knock on my door.
     While I was in the middle of my panicked stupor, I stopped
     to catch a brief glimpse of reality.  We had still been using
     the Loop Numbers.  Phew!  I told Dr.Antristo that but it took
     more coaching to calm him down.  After several Jolt Colas we
     felt a little better.
     The next day at school, after thanksgiving, we kept a weary
     eye for men in grey sedans and suits to pay us a visit.  We
     agreed at lunch to meet at my house and do a little more work
     on the subject, and get what we were looking for.  Also, we
     got the impression we were going through the wrong computer
     systems. We needed to find a better place to start.  Hmm, I
     thought that mabye we could find a better place by going to
     one of our original hacks...Jet Propulsion Labrotories.  Not
     a bad idea, and Dr.Antristo liked that better, at least if
     they caught us, we figured, they'd give us a job.;)
     After a long dragged out day at school, typical bullies after
     me, and 1 test in Algebra, I got home to find a State Troopers
     can parked in my driveway.  I almost passed out.  My fathers
     can and my sisters were also there.
     I got down on the gravel and almost started to write my will
     and bequeath things.  I pulled myself togther and walked to
     the house, if I was going to be arrested, dammit, I would be
     proud of my achivements!
     I flung the door open and announced my presence.  On the couch
     was the good 'ol boy....err..woman.  My father entered the
     room and wanted me to meet his girlfriend, (my parents had
     been divorced for several years).  I thought I was going to
     faint with relief.  My father must have noticed because I
     guess I went pale, he helped me to the chairs, she just sat
     there and stared at me, like I was a ghost.  (guess shes never
     seen someone shift colors before her eyes like that...rookie)
     After my father gave me some water to sip, I relaxed back into
     the chair, the thoughts of being interrogated by CIA ebbing
     quickly.
     She introduced herself as Leanna.  I introduced myself as..
     OUT OF THE ROOM!
     I left her and my father to bewilder over my strange behavior
     and kiss.  I went into the basement, and waited for Doc' to
     knock on the window well.  4:15, and he finally arrived.  Geez
     he was visibly shaken, saying he almost wet his pants when he
     saw the Cop car in my driveway. Anyways, we got to work, first
     we called the Loop Number, then the Bank in the other state,
     (if you don't remember which one, read the 1st text again;))
     after connecting, we called another Loop number again, to be
     sure, then switched on our little box.  If we could do anymore
     like bounce off satellites, I would have, Just to make it look
     better.:)
     After 15 minutes of searching for an opening into the main
     system, an operater began to help me with my trouble.  He
     asked who I was, I told him I was new to the company in the
     Data Processing Division.  (Data Processing has since changed
     its title to Computer Information Systems in that Company)
     He asked me for my clearance number, so I told him I had no
     clue and that I left it on my desk.  I guess he agreed with
     that, because he then asked me why I was logging on from out
     side the building.  I explained that I had unfinished work to
     do, and that I left work early due to a nasty fever.  He fell
     for it, more or less, then asked me what system I was headed
     to.  Dr.Antristo and I exchanged looks of puzzlement, as we
     had no clue what he was talking about.  I just blurted out
     the Unix Mainframe.  He said good luck in finding it to me,
     and then left me to my suprise.  I wondered what he meant by
     that last statement, and paid it no mind.

     We looked around for a few more minutes, checking the files
     out in the area.  I ran into another branch of the computer
     which took me into another unclassified area of the computer
     where there were files galore.  While I stared at the moniter
     Dr.Antristo continued to look at the status of our position,
     in other words, to make sure we were not being traced.
     By this time, I was well on my way to immortality within the
     confines of Hackerdom!  I accessed a pitifully guarded info
     section containing some files on Project XX-12, which at the
     time was considered a classified subject.  It had nothing to
     do with anything.  It was about some Chemical Weapons testing
     in Nevada, I wouldn't even bother D/L'ing that.

     In about 20 minutes I found what I wanted, the government section
     on classified weaponary, and ariel technology.  Should I have
     gotten this, I more than likely would have spread it out, but
     to this day I know it would have been a bad decision.  In those
     few seconds of my life I had never been more scared.  Dr.Antristo
     had not been watching the Box we created with the 20 second warning
     flash.  A guy calling himself Lt.Commander Vacek got online and
     told me that we were to start answering questions, or face federal
     charges of impersonation, invasion of privacy or some shit like
     that...I almost strangled Dr.Antristo for not keeping a better look
     on the Box.  The guy on the other line asked me what I had been
     looking for and I told him I was lost...he paused..I had guessed he
     didn't like that attitude, so he asked me why I was really there.
     I told him I was just looking for some information.  That he believed
     so he moved on.  I was not happy about this, so I asked him to not
     do anything, thinking I could get away with it.  he told me that
     hacking was wrong, and that punishment had to be metted out. I
     asked what he was going to do to me, and he simply replied that he
     would forget that I was even here, and that I did not exist, IF I
     would answer to him what the names of the people were in the Hacking
     of the New York Phone Company or some shit like that.  I told him I
     had no knowledge of that even occuring, (and I still don't...did that
     happen?  Anyone know?) He remained silent for a little before typing
     again, this time he asked me for the names of some of the people in
     certin groups...I knew who he was referring to, so I told him I
     would make a quick Text of them and upload it to the Computer.  This
     seemed to satisfy him, so he allowed me to do it.  I went shelled
     and went into the DOS to whip up a quick batch of the names.

     As I typed, I thought to myself, what was I doing, I was becoming
     a NARC, and for Feds, or Military...I was about to betray all the
     people I hung around with just to save my own miserable ass.  I
     was about to become what I hated in life the most.  A Turncoat.
     I finished typing and returned to the comm program, and to an
     impatient Lt.Commander.  He demanded that I give him the file, so
     I did.  After the transfer he told me I was free to go, and he then
     took the liberty to boot me himself...how generous of the bastard.

     Dr.Antristo shut off the computer and looked at me, I could tell
     he was furious with me for selling out.  He then proceeded to shout
     loudly about Honor, Duty, and how I owed it to others that I was
     still a Hacker, and if it wasn't for the rest, I would have been
     nothing.  He then began screaming about the fact that I just became
     a NARC and that I would be shunned from every BBS on the Planet,
     and that I would be PhReAkEd to death, or to the point of changing
     my home phone number.  I looked back at him laughing, which seemed
     to just piss him off all the more.  He wanted to know why I was
     laughing at him.  I told him why.
     I am many things, I am a Hacker, I am a White Collar Criminal, I
     am even an Idiot.  But!  The one thing I am NOT is a NARC.
     he demanded to know why it was that I just gave that asshole on
     the other side all the names of some of our Co-Hackers.
     I told Dr.Antristo that I figured that the guy on the other end
     didn't have a clue as to who these people were, but assuming he
     did, I altered the names.  I wrote instead of my friends, I wrote
     my enemies...and NOT from the 'Net.  I wrote the names of the
     assholes who picked on me at my High School.
     When Dr.Antristo heard that he busted out in laughter and quickly
     apologized for his misunderstanding.  I told him it was VERY
     understandable, and that I would have acted no differently.
     however, I wanted to make it clear that I was not, and if fact
     have never been a NARC.
     We both had a good laugh at the fact that the info we gave the
     guy was our nastiest enemies.  Later that week we found out that
     there had been some "Questionings" going on at my school that
     involved some Local, State, and "Speciality" Agents.  The guys
     names I gave had been questioned about some Breaking and Entering
     of Government Computers.  No one around here has ever heard of
     that....................have you?


     And I still drink Jolt!



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