Communication Board

[Andrew]

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 think it 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 incompetence's 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 they 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.

-----Mentor-----
8th Jan 1986

[Andrew]

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 think it 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 incompetence's 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 they 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.

-----Mentor-----
8th Jan 1986

[Andrew]

Ñåãîäíÿ ïîéìàëè ñëåäóþùåãî, ýòî ñêàçàíî âî âñåõ ãàçåòàõ. "Ïîäðîñòîê Àðåñòîâàí çà Êîìïüþòåðíîå Ïðåñòóïëåíèå", "Õàêåð Àðåñòîâàí çà Áàíêîâñêîå Îãðàáëåíèå"... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Íî òû, â ñâîåé òðåõ ÷àñòè÷íîé ïñèõîëîãèè è 1950-îì òåõíî-ìîçãó âñåãäà äàåøü ñåáå âîçìîæíîñòü ïîñìîòðåòü ïîçàäè õàêåðñêèõ ãëàç? Òû êîãäà íèáóòü çàäóìûâàëñÿ, ÷åì îí æèâåò, êàêàÿ ñèëà äåðæèò åãî, ÷òî ôîðìèðóåò åãî? ß õàêåð, çàéäè â ìîé ìèð... ßäðî ýòîãî ìèðà, íà÷èíàåòñÿ ñî øêîëû. ß óìíåå â îòëè÷èè îò äðóãèõ äåòåé, ýòà ÷åïóõà, êîòîðîé îíè ó÷àò íàñ, íàäîåëà ìíå... Ïðîêëÿòàÿ ïðèìèòèâíàÿ ó÷åáà. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. ß â ìëàòüøåé âûñøåé èëè â âûñøåé øêîëå. ß ñëóøàë îáúÿñíåíèÿ ó÷èòåëÿ 50 ìèíóò, êàê ñîêðàùàòü äðîáü. ß ïîíèìàþ ýòî. "Íåò, Ìèñòåð Ñìèò, ÿ íå ïîêàæó âàì ìîþ ðàáîòó. ß ñäåëàë åå â óìå..." Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Âåðîÿòíî, ñïèñàëè åå. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Ñåãîäíÿ ÿ ñäåëàë îòêðûòèå. ß íàøåë êîìïüþòåð. Ïîäîæäè ñåêóíäî÷êó, ýòî êðóòî. Ýòî òî ÷òî ÿ õîòåë. Åñëè îí ñäåëàåò îøèáêó, ýòî ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ îïüÿíåí èì. Íå ïîòîìó ÷òî ìíå ýòî íå íðàâèòñÿ... Èëè ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ óãðîçó... Èëè äóìàþ ÷òî ÿ ãëóáîêàÿ çàäíèöà... Èëè ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íå ëþáëþ ó÷åíèÿ è äóìàþ, ÷òî îíî ìîæåò áûòü çäåñü... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Âñå îíè èãðàþò â èãðû. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. È òîãäà ýòî ñëó÷èëîñü... äâåðü îòêðûëàñü â ìèð. Ïîðûâ ê òåëåôîííîé ëèíèè êàê íàðêîìàí, èç-çà ëîìîê, ê ãåðîèíó, ýëåêòðîííûé ïóëüñ áüåò, æåëàíèå èçî äíÿ â äåòü íåêîìïåòåíòíî èñêàòü... êîììóíèêàöèîííàÿ äîñêà íàéäåíà. "Âîò îíî... ýòî ê ÷åìó ÿ ïðèíàäëåæó..." ß çíàþ âñåõ çäåñü... äàæå åñëè ÿ íå êîãäà íå âñòðå÷àë åãî, íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë ñ íèì è âîçìîæíî íèêîãäà áîëüøå íå óñëûøó î íåì... ß çíàþ âàñ âñåõ... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Ñîåäèíÿþñü ïî òåëåôîíó ñíîâà. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Òû ïîäñòàâëÿåøü ñâîþ çàäíèöó ìû âñå ïîõîæè... ìû áóäåì åäîé áåççàùèòíûõ ìàëûøåé, â øêîëå, êîãäà ìû ïðîãîëîäàëèñü, äëÿ áèôøòåêñà... êóñêîì äîæåâàííîãî è áåñêóñòíîãî ìÿñà. Ìû áóäåì äîìèíèðîâàííû ñàäèñòàìè èëè èãíîðèðóåìû ðàâíîäóøíûìè. Êîå-÷òî èç ýòîãî, ó÷èò íàñ, íàõîäèò â íàñ ãîòîâûõ ó÷åíèêîâ, íî îíè êàê êàïëè âîäû â äåñåðòå. Ýòî òåïåðü íàø ìèð...ìèð ýëåêòðîíèêè è àâòîìàòèçàöèè, êðàñîòà áîäà. Ìû èñïîëüçóåì òî ÷òî óæå ñóùåñòâóåò áåç îïëàòû çà òî çà ÷òî äîëæíî áûòü çàïëà÷åíî è âñå ïèùèò ïîäîáíî íåäîäåëàííîìó ïðîöåññîðó, è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Ìû èññëåäóåì...è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Ìû áåç öâåòà êîæè, ìû áåç íàöèîíàëüíîñòè, áåç ðåëèãèè è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Âû ñîçèäàåòå àòîìíîå îðóæèå, âû ïåðåêîøåíû îò çàðàáîòíîé ïëàòû, óáèéñòâà, îáìàíà è ëæåòå íàì è ïûòàåòåñü çàñòàâèòü íàñ ïîâåðèòü âî âñå, ÷òîáû ïîëó÷èòü ñ ýòîãî âûãîäó è âñå ðàâíî ìû ïðåñòóïíèêè. Äà, ÿ ïðåñòóïíèê. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ëþáîïûòñòâî. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ñóäèòü ëþäåé ïî èõ ñëîâàì è ìûñëÿì à íå ïî âíåøíîñòè. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ïåðåõèòðèòü âàñ, ñäåëàòü òî, çà ÷òî âû íèêîãäà ìåíÿ íå ïðîñòèòå. ß õàêåð è ñèå - ìîé ìàíèôåñò. Âû ìîæåòå îñòàíîâèòü ìåíÿ íî âû íå ìîæåòå îñòàíîâèòü íàñ âñåõ...ïîòîìó êàê â çàêëþ÷åíèå - ìû âñå ïîäîáíû äðóã äðóãó.

-----Mentor-----
8 ÿíâàðÿ 1986 ã.

[Andrew]

Ñåãîäíÿ ïîéìàëè ñëåäóþùåãî, ýòî ñêàçàíî âî âñåõ ãàçåòàõ. "Ïîäðîñòîê Àðåñòîâàí çà Êîìïüþòåðíîå Ïðåñòóïëåíèå", "Õàêåð Àðåñòîâàí çà Áàíêîâñêîå Îãðàáëåíèå"... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Íî òû, â ñâîåé òðåõ ÷àñòè÷íîé ïñèõîëîãèè è 1950-îì òåõíî-ìîçãó âñåãäà äàåøü ñåáå âîçìîæíîñòü ïîñìîòðåòü ïîçàäè õàêåðñêèõ ãëàç? Òû êîãäà íèáóòü çàäóìûâàëñÿ, ÷åì îí æèâåò, êàêàÿ ñèëà äåðæèò åãî, ÷òî ôîðìèðóåò åãî? ß õàêåð, çàéäè â ìîé ìèð... ßäðî ýòîãî ìèðà, íà÷èíàåòñÿ ñî øêîëû. ß óìíåå â îòëè÷èè îò äðóãèõ äåòåé, ýòà ÷åïóõà, êîòîðîé îíè ó÷àò íàñ, íàäîåëà ìíå... Ïðîêëÿòàÿ ïðèìèòèâíàÿ ó÷åáà. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. ß â ìëàòüøåé âûñøåé èëè â âûñøåé øêîëå. ß ñëóøàë îáúÿñíåíèÿ ó÷èòåëÿ 50 ìèíóò, êàê ñîêðàùàòü äðîáü. ß ïîíèìàþ ýòî. "Íåò, Ìèñòåð Ñìèò, ÿ íå ïîêàæó âàì ìîþ ðàáîòó. ß ñäåëàë åå â óìå..." Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Âåðîÿòíî, ñïèñàëè åå. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Ñåãîäíÿ ÿ ñäåëàë îòêðûòèå. ß íàøåë êîìïüþòåð. Ïîäîæäè ñåêóíäî÷êó, ýòî êðóòî. Ýòî òî ÷òî ÿ õîòåë. Åñëè îí ñäåëàåò îøèáêó, ýòî ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ îïüÿíåí èì. Íå ïîòîìó ÷òî ìíå ýòî íå íðàâèòñÿ... Èëè ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ óãðîçó... Èëè äóìàþ ÷òî ÿ ãëóáîêàÿ çàäíèöà... Èëè ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íå ëþáëþ ó÷åíèÿ è äóìàþ, ÷òî îíî ìîæåò áûòü çäåñü... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Âñå îíè èãðàþò â èãðû. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. È òîãäà ýòî ñëó÷èëîñü... äâåðü îòêðûëàñü â ìèð. Ïîðûâ ê òåëåôîííîé ëèíèè êàê íàðêîìàí, èç-çà ëîìîê, ê ãåðîèíó, ýëåêòðîííûé ïóëüñ áüåò, æåëàíèå èçî äíÿ â äåòü íåêîìïåòåíòíî èñêàòü... êîììóíèêàöèîííàÿ äîñêà íàéäåíà. "Âîò îíî... ýòî ê ÷åìó ÿ ïðèíàäëåæó..." ß çíàþ âñåõ çäåñü... äàæå åñëè ÿ íå êîãäà íå âñòðå÷àë åãî, íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë ñ íèì è âîçìîæíî íèêîãäà áîëüøå íå óñëûøó î íåì... ß çíàþ âàñ âñåõ... Ïðîêëÿòûå äåòè. Ñîåäèíÿþñü ïî òåëåôîíó ñíîâà. Îíè âñå ïîõîæè. Òû ïîäñòàâëÿåøü ñâîþ çàäíèöó ìû âñå ïîõîæè... ìû áóäåì åäîé áåççàùèòíûõ ìàëûøåé, â øêîëå, êîãäà ìû ïðîãîëîäàëèñü, äëÿ áèôøòåêñà... êóñêîì äîæåâàííîãî è áåñêóñòíîãî ìÿñà. Ìû áóäåì äîìèíèðîâàííû ñàäèñòàìè èëè èãíîðèðóåìû ðàâíîäóøíûìè. Êîå-÷òî èç ýòîãî, ó÷èò íàñ, íàõîäèò â íàñ ãîòîâûõ ó÷åíèêîâ, íî îíè êàê êàïëè âîäû â äåñåðòå. Ýòî òåïåðü íàø ìèð...ìèð ýëåêòðîíèêè è àâòîìàòèçàöèè, êðàñîòà áîäà. Ìû èñïîëüçóåì òî ÷òî óæå ñóùåñòâóåò áåç îïëàòû çà òî çà ÷òî äîëæíî áûòü çàïëà÷åíî è âñå ïèùèò ïîäîáíî íåäîäåëàííîìó ïðîöåññîðó, è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Ìû èññëåäóåì...è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Ìû áåç öâåòà êîæè, ìû áåç íàöèîíàëüíîñòè, áåç ðåëèãèè è âû çîâåòå íàñ ïðåñòóïíèêàìè. Âû ñîçèäàåòå àòîìíîå îðóæèå, âû ïåðåêîøåíû îò çàðàáîòíîé ïëàòû, óáèéñòâà, îáìàíà è ëæåòå íàì è ïûòàåòåñü çàñòàâèòü íàñ ïîâåðèòü âî âñå, ÷òîáû ïîëó÷èòü ñ ýòîãî âûãîäó è âñå ðàâíî ìû ïðåñòóïíèêè. Äà, ÿ ïðåñòóïíèê. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ëþáîïûòñòâî. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ñóäèòü ëþäåé ïî èõ ñëîâàì è ìûñëÿì à íå ïî âíåøíîñòè. Ìîå ïðåñòóïëåíèå - ïåðåõèòðèòü âàñ, ñäåëàòü òî, çà ÷òî âû íèêîãäà ìåíÿ íå ïðîñòèòå. ß õàêåð è ñèå - ìîé ìàíèôåñò. Âû ìîæåòå îñòàíîâèòü ìåíÿ íî âû íå ìîæåòå îñòàíîâèòü íàñ âñåõ...ïîòîìó êàê â çàêëþ÷åíèå - ìû âñå ïîäîáíû äðóã äðóãó.

-----Mentor-----
8 ÿíâàðÿ 1986 ã.

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