The Mentor’s Last WordsAnother one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “HackerArrested after Bank Tampering”…Damn kids.
They’re all alike.But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950’stechnobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker?Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shapedhim, what may have molded him?I am a hacker, enter my world…Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than mostof the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me.
They’re all alike.I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachersexplain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction.
Iunderstand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it inmy head..
.”Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike.I made a discovery today.
I found a computer. Wait a second, thisis cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’sbecause I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me…
Orfeels threatened by me… Or thinks I’m a smart ass… Or doesn’tlike 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… rushingthrough the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, anelectronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-dayincompetencies 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 talkedto 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 foodat school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that youdid let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless.
We’ve beendominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few thathad something to teach found us willing pupils, but those feware 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 alreadyexisting without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’trun by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals.
and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge…
and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, withoutnationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals.You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, andlie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yetwe’re the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime isthat of judging people by what they say and think, not what theylook like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something thatyou will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop thisindividual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.The Mentor’s Hacker Manifesto