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The following was written shortly after my arrest. I am currently
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groupless, having resigned from the Racketeers, so ignore the signoff...
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The Consience of a Hacker... by The Mentor 1/8/86
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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"...
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Damn kids. They're all alike.
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But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,
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ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what
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made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
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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
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the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
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Damn underachiever. they're all alike.
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I'm a junior in High School. I've listened to teachers explain for
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the 15th time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No Ms. Smith, I
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didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
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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
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is 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...
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Or feels threatened by me...
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Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
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Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
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Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
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And then it happened... A door opened to a world... rushing through
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the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse
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is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... A
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board is found.
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"This is it... This is where I belong..."
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I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked
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to them, may never hear from them again... I know them all...
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Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
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You bet you're ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby
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food when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip
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through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists,
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or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us
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willing pupils, but those are like drops of water in the desert.
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This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch,
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the 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 exist
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without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and
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you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder,
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cheat, and lie to use and try to make us believe it's for our own good,
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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
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like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something you will never
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forgive me for.
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I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this
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individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
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+++The Mentor+++
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