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Diary of a Hacker Part 3
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By:The Blade Cuisinart
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Prolouge: You know, after writing this series I witnessed
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something real bizzare. A large response. I wrote these
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Text so that people would understand what it CAN be like
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for Hackers, Phreakers, Etc... I am not saying what we do
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is right or good, but I write it so you understand. I wanted
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to take a moment to thank all the people who read this. If
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it was not for you, these would never have been written.
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At any rate, after much thought on the subject, I am here
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to offer you all a proposal of the continuance of this
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text. There are many things I have done in the world
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under the moniter. If the people reading this Text wish
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it, I will continue to write these text. I know the
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SysOp of the Masquerade who has agreed to post these
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Text on his BBS, wants me to, and if you do, I will.
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Anyone who wants me to continue, call the Masquerade
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708.963.4551 and let the SysOp know. Since Thumper is
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planning on putting a NUP soon, if this does not get into
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circulation on time, when you get to the Matrix Prompt,
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(the logon screen for you rookies) just Format the Hard
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Drive. I know, I know, but thats the only way you'll be
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able to Apply. ;) Don't you just love the subliminal
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crap?
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So to all of you, I say thanks. And on with the last!
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November 24th
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Dr.Antristo was out of town with the inmates(family) to visit
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other relatives...(more inmates). So I had the Computer to
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myself this weekend. After my little stint at Argonne Natl.
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Lab, my father had come home and told me about it, he figured
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that since I was into computers, I'd like to know they were
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having a problem with theirs...namely a Hacker. I laughed and
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told him they'd catch him eventually...(Yeah, right) and ate
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my dinner. Later in the evening, I juiced up the computer and
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dialed out to one of my more preferred Pirate BBS's. I talked
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to a few of the others on its Multi-Node chat...(which in that
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time was considerbly slower.) and we discussed matters of big
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importance...crashing the local school computers. Hmmm, I had
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no real input, seeing as I was a Hacker, not a Phreaker, but
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I added my two cents anyways. Then later (45Min) some of the
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other Hackers came online and began to debate Techniques on
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how to get into Military computer systems. I laughed when I
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watched them type this all out. I was thinking to myself that
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that only happens in the movies..(for those of you who saw
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War Games, I know EVERYONE has seen it) but, I was wrong.
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These guys were insistant that there was a "Backdoor" to a
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Computer in the Department of Energy. I wasn't about to
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believe that on the grounds that I didn't believe in secret
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codes, or Hidden Back Doors, or anything that made Hacking
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look a little less than reality.
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After listening to a few guys plead their cases to the rest
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of us, I finally told them I would check it out. If only
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to shut these guys up. The others agreed.
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They asked me if I could gain access to the DOE Central
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Computer System. I told them of what I had done earlier in
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the month. They were awestruck. I asked the other, more
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reality planted Hackers if these guys knew what COMPUTER
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really meant...this was the first time I had encountered
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the dreaded WaReZgEeK. It is something I never forgot.
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I searched in a vain attempt to access the "Backdoor" to this
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supposed military computer. I had not, nor have I ever found
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it to this day. After looking for almost an hour, the only
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thing I found was that my eyes were irritated. I dropped
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carrier and returned to the Pirate BBS in [206]. All of my
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colleagues were present for me to lecture these two little
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chucklefucks about lying. After a browbeating, they admitted
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that they made most of it up. The others began phreaking the
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houses of the two WaReZgEeKs..(I believe its now called War-
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dialing, or something like that) I have no clue how they found
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out who they really were, but they must have been better than
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me.
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I talked to the others for a while, disussing the two chaps
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and wondering if there were more coming...(for all of you out
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there who have people who sign their names in Ascii and talk
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about how "Wasted/Trashed/blitzed" they were, fill their
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text or E-Mail with swears, or even how many times they got
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laid last night, BOOT THEM OFF YOUR BBS! And for any of you
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little shits reading this, what a shame you don't know what
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REAL Hackers are....you might have learned something.)
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If only us Hackers could predict the future....I can't imagine
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what the larger groups, The Humble Guys, RAZOR, FLT, iCE, PE,
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UNT, ACiD, NeMeSiS, TDT, Future Crew, >T<>C<?, UNC, must have
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to deal with and be going through. But I am getting off the
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main theme. Anyways, they left and we heckled them, and had
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a good time. Afterwards, I logged off and Dr.Antristo called
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me long distance to tell me about the meeting with the Inmates
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Thanksgiving....Yummmmm! My dad made Turkey, Peas, Corn,
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Mashed Potatoes w/gravey, and Wine. We all feasted, yes the
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other inmates graced me with their presence too ;). After our
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meal I went down stairs and began to logon other BBS's looking
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for typical information. To my surprise I ran across the guy
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from the Elite BBS I got my AT&T access codes from. After
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talking to him, and relaying/trading information to him, I
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told him of the "Secret Backdoor" in the Computer at the DOE.
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He told me that were such a thing to exist, the military would
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have gotten rid of it long ago. He also told me that it would
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be almost suicide to hack into the Military Mainframes and the
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such. I asked if it could be done. He really didn't know and
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said that he wouldn't be a proper judge to say. How nice.
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I asked about suggestions that he might have, he said that it
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SHOULD be like any other Major Corperation System. After I
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listened to him preach about how I would get caught, REAL fast
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if I went into the Military Computers, I left the BBS to call
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Dr.Antristo.
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Doc' was in Gary, he told me to come get pick him up.
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I hopped into the everfaithful MouseMobile to spring him from
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his misery. A few hours later, we were back in my room doing
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what we loved most, Hacking. I got into Argonne and fixed me
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a new pass, then transferred into the DOE, then with my stolen
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Identification, I made another jump past their "Superior"
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security systems. I gained access through their system by an
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operater who had been monitering the system. After chatting
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with him about Physics, and the such,he left me to go in the
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Main system. (I told him I was lost. Computer Illerate) The
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next thing I knew I was looking at inforamtion on Star Wars
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project. Hmmm, how ironic that its really 97% finished.
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(Media said it was 37%....B.S.!)
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I rummaged around the system for about 10 minutes when the
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operater came back online and told me that they were shutting
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down for some kinda core dump, he then told me to go to the
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#4473 Extention for the next 30 minutes. I asked where that
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was, (remember, I am SUPPOSED to be Computer Illerate) he
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paused and then said something about a Military Computer
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Database then left. I went to check out this Extention...
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After a 2 second pause I was introduced to a new screen with
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a real bizzare look to it. It was filled with a lot of stuff
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and numbers that I have never seen. Dr.Antristo said they
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were file numbers, and file extentions.
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I had no clue what all this shit was, so I went past it like
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it wasn't there. After searching the mainframe, which looked
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sorta like a Windows program, I found that the system was
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based in the Washington D.C. area. As soon as I figured out
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that I was calling there, I unplugged the computer, hung up,
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and hid under the covers of my bed.
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Dr.Antristo was almost hysterical, he kept screaming that we
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were in the Pentagon Computer again and again. I felt like
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I was going to be sick. I grabbed all my papers, and Text I
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had printed and began to stuff them into the garbage can. I
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also ran out to Walgreens to get a REALLY BIG Magnet so I
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could run all my Floppies over it, should someone come to
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knock on my door.
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While I was in the middle of my panicked stupor, I stopped
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to catch a brief glimpse of reality. We had still been using
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the Loop Numbers. Phew! I told Dr.Antristo that but it took
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more coaching to calm him down. After several Jolt Colas we
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felt a little better.
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The next day at school, after thanksgiving, we kept a weary
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eye for men in grey sedans and suits to pay us a visit. We
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agreed at lunch to meet at my house and do a little more work
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on the subject, and get what we were looking for. Also, we
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got the impression we were going through the wrong computer
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systems. We needed to find a better place to start. Hmm, I
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thought that mabye we could find a better place by going to
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one of our original hacks...Jet Propulsion Labrotories. Not
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a bad idea, and Dr.Antristo liked that better, at least if
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they caught us, we figured, they'd give us a job.;)
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After a long dragged out day at school, typical bullies after
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me, and 1 test in Algebra, I got home to find a State Troopers
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can parked in my driveway. I almost passed out. My fathers
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can and my sisters were also there.
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I got down on the gravel and almost started to write my will
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and bequeath things. I pulled myself togther and walked to
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the house, if I was going to be arrested, dammit, I would be
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proud of my achivements!
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I flung the door open and announced my presence. On the couch
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was the good 'ol boy....err..woman. My father entered the
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room and wanted me to meet his girlfriend, (my parents had
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been divorced for several years). I thought I was going to
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faint with relief. My father must have noticed because I
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guess I went pale, he helped me to the chairs, she just sat
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there and stared at me, like I was a ghost. (guess shes never
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seen someone shift colors before her eyes like that...rookie)
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After my father gave me some water to sip, I relaxed back into
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the chair, the thoughts of being interrogated by CIA ebbing
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quickly.
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She introduced herself as Leanna. I introduced myself as..
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OUT OF THE ROOM!
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I left her and my father to bewilder over my strange behavior
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and kiss. I went into the basement, and waited for Doc' to
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knock on the window well. 4:15, and he finally arrived. Geez
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he was visibly shaken, saying he almost wet his pants when he
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saw the Cop car in my driveway. Anyways, we got to work, first
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we called the Loop Number, then the Bank in the other state,
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(if you don't remember which one, read the 1st text again;))
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after connecting, we called another Loop number again, to be
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sure, then switched on our little box. If we could do anymore
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like bounce off satellites, I would have, Just to make it look
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better.:)
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After 15 minutes of searching for an opening into the main
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system, an operater began to help me with my trouble. He
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asked who I was, I told him I was new to the company in the
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Data Processing Division. (Data Processing has since changed
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its title to Computer Information Systems in that Company)
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He asked me for my clearance number, so I told him I had no
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clue and that I left it on my desk. I guess he agreed with
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that, because he then asked me why I was logging on from out
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side the building. I explained that I had unfinished work to
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do, and that I left work early due to a nasty fever. He fell
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for it, more or less, then asked me what system I was headed
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to. Dr.Antristo and I exchanged looks of puzzlement, as we
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had no clue what he was talking about. I just blurted out
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the Unix Mainframe. He said good luck in finding it to me,
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and then left me to my suprise. I wondered what he meant by
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that last statement, and paid it no mind.
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We looked around for a few more minutes, checking the files
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out in the area. I ran into another branch of the computer
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which took me into another unclassified area of the computer
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where there were files galore. While I stared at the moniter
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Dr.Antristo continued to look at the status of our position,
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in other words, to make sure we were not being traced.
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By this time, I was well on my way to immortality within the
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confines of Hackerdom! I accessed a pitifully guarded info
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section containing some files on Project XX-12, which at the
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time was considered a classified subject. It had nothing to
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do with anything. It was about some Chemical Weapons testing
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in Nevada, I wouldn't even bother D/L'ing that.
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In about 20 minutes I found what I wanted, the government section
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on classified weaponary, and ariel technology. Should I have
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gotten this, I more than likely would have spread it out, but
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to this day I know it would have been a bad decision. In those
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few seconds of my life I had never been more scared. Dr.Antristo
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had not been watching the Box we created with the 20 second warning
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flash. A guy calling himself Lt.Commander Vacek got online and
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told me that we were to start answering questions, or face federal
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charges of impersonation, invasion of privacy or some shit like
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that...I almost strangled Dr.Antristo for not keeping a better look
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on the Box. The guy on the other line asked me what I had been
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looking for and I told him I was lost...he paused..I had guessed he
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didn't like that attitude, so he asked me why I was really there.
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I told him I was just looking for some information. That he believed
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so he moved on. I was not happy about this, so I asked him to not
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do anything, thinking I could get away with it. he told me that
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hacking was wrong, and that punishment had to be metted out. I
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asked what he was going to do to me, and he simply replied that he
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would forget that I was even here, and that I did not exist, IF I
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would answer to him what the names of the people were in the Hacking
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of the New York Phone Company or some shit like that. I told him I
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had no knowledge of that even occuring, (and I still don't...did that
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happen? Anyone know?) He remained silent for a little before typing
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again, this time he asked me for the names of some of the people in
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certin groups...I knew who he was referring to, so I told him I
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would make a quick Text of them and upload it to the Computer. This
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seemed to satisfy him, so he allowed me to do it. I went shelled
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and went into the DOS to whip up a quick batch of the names.
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As I typed, I thought to myself, what was I doing, I was becoming
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a NARC, and for Feds, or Military...I was about to betray all the
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people I hung around with just to save my own miserable ass. I
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was about to become what I hated in life the most. A Turncoat.
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I finished typing and returned to the comm program, and to an
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impatient Lt.Commander. He demanded that I give him the file, so
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I did. After the transfer he told me I was free to go, and he then
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took the liberty to boot me himself...how generous of the bastard.
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Dr.Antristo shut off the computer and looked at me, I could tell
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he was furious with me for selling out. He then proceeded to shout
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loudly about Honor, Duty, and how I owed it to others that I was
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still a Hacker, and if it wasn't for the rest, I would have been
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nothing. He then began screaming about the fact that I just became
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a NARC and that I would be shunned from every BBS on the Planet,
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and that I would be PhReAkEd to death, or to the point of changing
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my home phone number. I looked back at him laughing, which seemed
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to just piss him off all the more. He wanted to know why I was
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laughing at him. I told him why.
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I am many things, I am a Hacker, I am a White Collar Criminal, I
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am even an Idiot. But! The one thing I am NOT is a NARC.
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he demanded to know why it was that I just gave that asshole on
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the other side all the names of some of our Co-Hackers.
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I told Dr.Antristo that I figured that the guy on the other end
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didn't have a clue as to who these people were, but assuming he
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did, I altered the names. I wrote instead of my friends, I wrote
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my enemies...and NOT from the 'Net. I wrote the names of the
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assholes who picked on me at my High School.
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When Dr.Antristo heard that he busted out in laughter and quickly
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apologized for his misunderstanding. I told him it was VERY
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understandable, and that I would have acted no differently.
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however, I wanted to make it clear that I was not, and if fact
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have never been a NARC.
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We both had a good laugh at the fact that the info we gave the
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guy was our nastiest enemies. Later that week we found out that
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there had been some "Questionings" going on at my school that
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involved some Local, State, and "Speciality" Agents. The guys
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names I gave had been questioned about some Breaking and Entering
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of Government Computers. No one around here has ever heard of
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that....................have you?
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And I still drink Jolt!
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Another Fine Text by
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>T<>C<
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The Masquerade BBS
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708-963-4551
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WHQ
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Dedicated to The Electric Mage
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1972 - 1990
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