From 39ba412c5b134b44407ed24f07b0b3c021da44e5 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Philosophy Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2023 18:50:39 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Update README.md --- README.md | 81 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-- 1 file changed, 79 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/README.md b/README.md index 179b566..78d6c14 100644 --- a/README.md +++ b/README.md @@ -1,3 +1,80 @@ -# 1986-The-Hackers-Manifesto +# The Hacker's Manifesto -By The Mentor (a.k.a. Loyd Blankenship) on January 8, 1986 \ No newline at end of file +## 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