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-# 1986-The-Hackers-Manifesto
+# The Hacker's Manifesto
 
-By The Mentor (a.k.a. Loyd Blankenship) on January 8, 1986
+## The Conscience of a Hacker
+
+By The Mentor (a.k.a. Loyd Blankenship)    
+Written on January 8, 1986
+
+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 were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by
+sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had somthing 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 the 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 religous
+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.
+
+----
+
+Published in: Phrack, Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10