From e9bf9ef8cff34ab86ee2e2ff32f357ab02a7f3df Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Mario Vilas Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2024 22:56:44 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] Update 1986-hacker-manifesto.txt Reverted back to original (the formatting is intentional... it's poetry!) --- content/manifestos/1986-hacker-manifesto.txt | 115 +++++++++---------- 1 file changed, 55 insertions(+), 60 deletions(-) diff --git a/content/manifestos/1986-hacker-manifesto.txt b/content/manifestos/1986-hacker-manifesto.txt index 3b89a0b..0b4f2a1 100644 --- a/content/manifestos/1986-hacker-manifesto.txt +++ b/content/manifestos/1986-hacker-manifesto.txt @@ -1,80 +1,75 @@ -# The Hacker’s Manifesto + ==Phrack Inc.== -## The Conscience of a Hacker + Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10 -By The Mentor (a.k.a. Loyd Blankenship) -Written on January 8, 1986 +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= +The following was written shortly after my arrest... -Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. -"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after -Bank Tampering"... + \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/ -Damn kids. They're all alike. + by -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? + +++The Mentor+++ -I am a Hacker, enter my world.... + Written on January 8, 1986 +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most -of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... + 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. -Damn underachiever. 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..." + 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. -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. -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... + 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... -Damn kid. All he does is play games. 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 will- +ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. -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 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. -"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 + 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, + 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 + +++The Mentor+++ +_______________________________________________________________________________