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The 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 think it 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 they 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.

The Mentor

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