Hacker Manifesto
It was another caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering" ...
Damned kids. They're all alike.
But did you, with your psychology and your money by two techno-brain from the 50's, look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him has shaped, what can it forged?
I am a hacker, enter my world ...
Mine is a world that begins with school ... I'm smarter than many other guys
,
This crap they teach us bores me ...
Move ... I do not have all day!
Damn underdeveloped. They're all alike.
I speak in a creative way ... I'm trying to find an alternative ... I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand. "No, Ms. Smith, I did not show my work.
's all 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 incredible. It does exactly what I want. If you make a mistake, because I was wrong, not because I do not like me ...
or because they feel threatened by me ...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass ...
Or does not like teaching and would not be here .. .
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
Then something happened ... a door opened to a world ... scrolling through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the incompetent per day has been found ... card was discovered.
This is ... this is where I belong ... "
I know everyone here ... even if we never met, never talked, it can Maybe I will not have heard from them yet ... I know all.
Damn kid. It is connected to the phone line again. They're all alike.
Move ... I do not have all day!
You bet your ass we're all alike ... we have been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak ... mouthfuls of food that you have given us had already been 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.
Now this is our world ... the electron and the world switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing
that costs nothing if it was not 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 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 my curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, and not what they seem. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forget my name.
Move ... I do not have all day!
I am a hacker and this is my manifesto. You may stop me, but you can not stop us all ... after all, we are all equal ................................ right?
Damned kids. They're all alike.
But did you, with your psychology and your money by two techno-brain from the 50's, look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him has shaped, what can it forged?
I am a hacker, enter my world ...
Mine is a world that begins with school ... I'm smarter than many other guys
,
This crap they teach us bores me ...
Move ... I do not have all day!
Damn underdeveloped. They're all alike.
I speak in a creative way ... I'm trying to find an alternative ... I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand. "No, Ms. Smith, I did not show my work.
's all 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 incredible. It does exactly what I want. If you make a mistake, because I was wrong, not because I do not like me ...
or because they feel threatened by me ...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass ...
Or does not like teaching and would not be here .. .
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
Then something happened ... a door opened to a world ... scrolling through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the incompetent per day has been found ... card was discovered.
This is ... this is where I belong ... "
I know everyone here ... even if we never met, never talked, it can Maybe I will not have heard from them yet ... I know all.
Damn kid. It is connected to the phone line again. They're all alike.
Move ... I do not have all day!
You bet your ass we're all alike ... we have been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak ... mouthfuls of food that you have given us had already been 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.
Now this is our world ... the electron and the world switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing
that costs nothing if it was not 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 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 my curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, and not what they seem. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forget my name.
Move ... I do not have all day!
I am a hacker and this is my manifesto. You may stop me, but you can not stop us all ... after all, we are all equal ................................ right?
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