Another
one
got
caught
today,
it's
all
over
the
papers.
"Teenager
Arrested
in
Computer
Crime
Scandal",
"Hacker
Arrested
after
Bank
Tampering"...
Damn
kids.
They're
all
alike.
But
did
you,
in
your
three-
piece
psychology
and
1950's
technobrain,
ever
take
a
look
behind
the
eyes
of
the
hacker?
Did
you
ever
wonder
what
made
him
tick,
what
forces
shaped
him,
what
may
have
molded
him?
I
am
a
hacker,
enter
my
world...
Mine
is
a
world
that
begins
with
school...
I'm
smarter
than
most
of
the
other
kids,
this
crap
they
teach
us
bores
me...
Damn
underachiever.
They're
all
alike.
I'm
in
junior
high
or
high
school.
I've
listened
to
teachers
explain
for
the
fifteenth
time
how
to
reduce
a
fraction.
I
understand
it.
"No,
Ms.
Smith,
I
didn't
show
my
work.
I
did
it
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
cool.
It
does
what
I
want
it
to.
If
it
makes
a
mistake,
it's
because
I
screwed
it
up.
Not
because
it
doesn't
like
me...
Or
feels
threatened
by
me...
Or
thinks
I'm
a
smart
ass...
Or
doesn't
like
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...
rushing
through
the
phone
line
like
heroin
through
an
addict's
veins,
an
electronic
pulse
is
sent
out,
a
refuge
from
the
day-
to
-day
incompetencies
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
talked
to
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
food
at
school
when
we
hungered
for
steak...
the
bits
of
meat
that
you
did
let
slip
through
were
pre-
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.
This
is
our
world
now...
the
world
of
the
electron
and
the
switch,
the
beauty
of
the
baud.
We
make
use
of
a
service
already
existing
without
paying
for
what
could
be
dirt-
cheap
if
it
wasn't
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
to
us
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
that
of
curiosity.
My
crime
is
that
of
judging
people
by
what
they
say
and
think,
not
what
they
look
like.
My
crime
is
that
of
outsmarting
you,
something
that
you
will
never
forgive
me
for.
I
am
a
hacker,
and
this
is
my
manifesto.
You
may
stop
this
individual,
but
you
can't
stop
us
all...
after
all,
we're
all
alike.