The Conscience of a Hacker

Since most of you never read about it..here i am present it again The Conscience of a Hacker by "The Mentor"..

Juz a intro this short essay have been a shaping point of many hacker from early 1950 until now. To this day, the Manifesto acts as a guideline to hackers across the globe, especially those new to the field. It serves as an ethical foundation for hacking, and asserts that there is a point to hacking that supersedes selfish desires to exploit or harm other people, and that technology should be used to expand our horizons and try to keep the world free

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

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 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.