The Hacker Manifesto
The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)
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\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
by
+++The Mentor+++
Written on January 8, 1986
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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.
+++The Mentor+++
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Como prometido é devido, vou devanear sobre este post. Estou totalmente de acordo consigo Master Cyber. Devo dizer-lhe que a linha que separa a sanidade da insanidade mental é muito ténue, e todos nós de uma forma ou de outra já andámos a pular de um lado para o outro. "quem nunca devaneou que atire a primeira pedra"..... dada a inconsistencia do ser humano e de todo o meio que o envolve, é bastante provavel que um mix de situações permita aos sãos se tornarem insãos, e aos insãos se tornarem sãos. nem que por breves momentos. devo também acrescentar que também depende da conotação que atribuis a sanidade mental. porque para mim pode nao ser "normal" pular com uma saia de palha em frente a 500 pessoas á volta de uma fogueira, mas nalgumas culturas isso ser altamente "aceitável". portanto, aqui deixo um pouco do meu conceito de sanidade Vs. Insanidade. Sejam felizes, sãos ou insãos, ou ambos. apenas o sejam. Ponto.
ReplyDeleteMuito obrigado pelo seu devaneio JoaninhaQueVoa é bom saber que há quem concorde ao invés de tentar argumentar com falsos argumentos o porque de ser "normal" ^^. bem, tenho de ir ler o teu bloguito mais atentamente para deixar lá uns comentários daqueles mesmo hardcore =P
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