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was writen shortly after my arrest. I am currently
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groupless, having resigned from the Racketeers, so ignore the signoff...
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The Conscience of a Hacker... by The Mentor ... 1/8/86
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Another one got caught today, It's all over the papers.
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"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker arrested
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after Bank Tampering"...
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Damn kids. They're all alike.
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But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's
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technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of a hacker? did
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you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what
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may have molded him?
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I am a hacker. Enter my world.
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Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than
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most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
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Come on... Ain't Got All Day!!
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Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
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I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to the
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teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a
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fraction. I understand it. "No Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work.
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I did it in my head..."
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Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
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I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a xecond,
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this is cool. It does what I want it to. if it makes a mistake,
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it's because I screwed it up. Not Because it doesn't like me...
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Or feels threatend by me...
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Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
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Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
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Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
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And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing
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through the phone line like junk through an addict's veins, an
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electronic impulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day
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incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
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"this is it... this is wwhere I belong..."
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I know everyone herre... even if I've never met them, never
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talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you
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all...
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Damn kid. tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
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Come on... Ain't Got All Day!!
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You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby
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food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat
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that you did let slip through were prechewed and tasteless.
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We've been dominated by sadist, or ignored by the apathetic. The
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few that had something to teach us found us willing pupils, but
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those few are like drops of water in the desert.
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This is our world now... the world of the electron and the
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switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already
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existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it
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wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals.
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we explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after
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knoledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin
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color, without nationality, without religous bias... and you
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call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you
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murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for
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our own good, yet we're the criminals.
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Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime
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is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what
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they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something
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that you will never forgive me for.
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Come on... Ain't Got All Day!!
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I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this
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individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
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+++The Mentor+++
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Racketeers
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