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# 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. \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after
Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike. by
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's +++The Mentor+++
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.... Written on January 8, 1986
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Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager
of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... 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 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. 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..." 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, And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is
Or feels threatened by me... found.
Or thinks I'm a smart ass... "This is it... this is where I belong..."
Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... 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 This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
is sought... a board is found. 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..." Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is
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. 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 My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me
for. 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. but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
---- +++The Mentor+++
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Published in: Phrack, Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10