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"Mentor's Last Words" courtesy of the Jolly Roger
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The following file is being reprinted in honor and sympathy for the many
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phreaks and hackers that have been busted recently by the Secret Service.
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\
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Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager
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Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank
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Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-
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piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the
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eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces
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shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world...
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Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the
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other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever.
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They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to
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teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction.
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I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in
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my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
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I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is
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cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I
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screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by
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me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be
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here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then
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it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line
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like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out,
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a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
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"This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even
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if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them
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again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again.
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They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been
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spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of
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meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless.
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We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few
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that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are
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like drops of water in the desert.
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This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
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beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without
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paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering
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gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us
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criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We
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exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias...
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and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you
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murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our
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own good, yet we're the criminals.
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Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is
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that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
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My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never
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forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop
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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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[May the members of the phreak community never forget his words -JR]
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