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\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

by

+++The Mentor+++

Written on January 8, 1986

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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
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.

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.

+++The Mentor+++


======== Taken from http://phrack.nl/site/phrack/phrack62/p62-0x0b.txt ===========


It happened again today. Another one sold out, sacrificing their dreams to the corporate
security machine. Damn whitehats, noone believes in a cause anymore.

Another bug was released today to the security mailing lists.
Damn Whitehats, they know not what they do.

Another potential computer genius was relegated to an existence of nothing more than
than a 9-5 cubicle-dwelling promotional tool.Damn whitehats, putting money before
discovery.

Another family was ravaged by cooperations and governments bent on instituting
control over individuality, monitoring every action...

Another kid was sentenced today for searching for a way to understand the world.
Convicted and imprisoned, not because of what he did, but because of what others
thought he could do. Damn Whitehats - Fear keeps them in business.

The public, believing anything it hears from "reputed experts". Screaming for blood.
Looking for something to blame for their lost hope. Their lost ability to seek out new
knowledge. Fear consumes them. They cannot let go of their uncertainty and doubt
because there is no meaning. They seek to destroy explorers, outlaws, curiosity seekers
because they are told too. They are told these people that seek information are evil.
Individuality is evil. Judgment should be made based upon a moral standard set in
conformity rather than resistance. Lives are ruined in the name of corporate profit
and information is hoarded as a commodity. Damn Whitehats, you were once like us.

I was a Whitehat. I had an awakening. I saw the security industry for what is really is.
I saw the corruption, the lies, the deceit, the extortion of protection money in the
form of subscription services and snake-oil security consultants.

I wanted to know, I wanted to understand, I wanted to go further then the rest.
I never want to be held down by contracts and agreements.

You say I should grow up. You say I should find better things to do with my time. You
say I should put my talent to better use. You're saying I should fall in line with the other
zombies and forget everything I believe in and shun those with my drive, my curiosity,
tell them it's not worth it, deny them of the greatest journey they will ever experience
in their lives.

I am not a blackhat. The term is insulting, it implies I am the opposite of you. You think
i seek to defeat security, when I seek something greater. I will write exploits, travel
through networks, explore where you are afraid to go. I will not put myself in the
spotlight and release destructive tools to the public to attract business. I will not feed
the fear and hysteria created by the security industry to increase stock prices. I can,
and will, code and hack and find out everything I can for the same reasons I did years ago.

I am a Hacker, dont try to understand me, you lost all hope of that when you crossed
the line. You fail to see the lies and utter simplicity behind the computer security industry.
Once, you may have shared my ideals. You fail to see the fact that security is a
maintenance job. Youve given up hope for something better. You fail to see yourself as
worthless, fueling an industry whose cumulative result is nothing. I dont hate you,
I dont even really care about you - If you try to stop me, you will fail, because I do this
out of love -- you do it for money.

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
belive it is for our own good, yet we're the ciminals.

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 can't stop me, and you certainly can't stop us all.


====================== Taken From K-elektronik Manifesto ======================

(Dikutip dari "The Hacker Manifest -- The Mentor")

Ini adalah dunia kami sekarang ... dunia elektron dan sambungan, keindahan
sang 'baud'. Kami menggunakan layanan yang sudah tersedia tanpa membayar
harga yang seharusnya betul-betul murah jika saja layanan tersebut tidak dijalan
kan oleh orang-orang rakus yang mencari untung, dan kalian menyebut kami
penjahat. Kami menjelajah ... dan kalian menyebut kami penjahat. Kami mengejar
pengetahuan ... dan kalian menyebut kami penjahat. Kami ada tanpa perbedaan
warna kulit, tanpa perbedaan kebangsaan, tanpa prasangka keagamaan ... dan
kalian sebut kami penjahat.

Kalian membuat bom, kalian berperang, kalian membunuh, mencurang, dan ber
bohong kepada kami sambil berusaha meyakinkan kami bahwa ini adalah untuk
kebaikan semua, namun kamilah yang jahat.

Ya, aku adalah seorang kriminal. Kejahatanku adalah rasa keingintahuanku. Kejahat
anku adalah menilai seseorang dari perkataan dan perbuatannya, bukan dari penampil
annya. Kejahatanku adalah menjadi lebih pintar dari kalian, sesuatu yang tak akan
kalian maafkan.

Aku adalah seorang hacker, dan ini adalah manifestoku. Kalian bisa saja menghenti
kanku, namun kalian tak mungkin menghentikan kami semua ...


Judul Asli:
Conscience of a hacker - The Mentor