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THE HACKERS MANIFESTO
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.
WHY DO WE HACK?
Why do we hack? Is it to alter webpages and leave some type of
cybergang inner-city graffiti? Is it to laugh in the face of over
paid, under qualified sysadmins? Well for myself, and everyone I
associate with, the answer to both of those would be no. So then,
why do we do it? To seek knowledge? Perhaps
That is definitely an overused and somewhat groundless excuse.
We seek knowledge and wisdom every waking moment. Every breath we
inhale leases us another 3 seconds of learning. Yes breaching a
network's security does without a doubt involve learning. Yet do
we not, on occasion, breach systems using exactly the same the same
method as we have used previously? So in that case, why do we do
it? If you have broken one NT box by guessing the Administrators
password, why would we do it again to a different NT machine? Have
we not already learned how to use an IPC$ share to gain the name
of the re-named Admin account? We already know how to glean hidden
shares from the afore mentioned null connection. What are we learning
from repeating the task? Nothing. So why then? I suppose the first
few times, is in the hope that you will run into a new challenge.
And sometimes we do, but is it often enough to chalk it all up
to the great quest for knowledge? I personally wonder if that is
true. Mabey as much as we shudder to admit it, it all comes down
to two reasons. One is simply because it is there, and because we
can. The other is slightly more sinister
We are voyeurs. We
want to know what interesting stuff is on the other side. Whether
we are corporate voyeurs, or peeping toms rifling through some hapless
98 users hard drive.
Sir Edmond Hillary once said, when questioned as to why he wished
to climb Everest, " Simply because it is there." Are we
really that shallow? Do we do this all simply because we can? Is
the great quest for knowledge nothing more than what we tell ourselves
to appease our conscience? Yet on the other hand I feel that there
must be more to it. Mabye we really do have a primal thirst for
information that isn't readily available to us. Perhaps we have
a hidden side, that no one ever sees. A side that nothing ever senses
but our keyboards. A darker vampiric, hematophagous side that thirsts
for the live giving hemoglobin of information. A part of us so powerful
it has altered our very genetic state. Have we evolved past the
majority of our peers? Have we become demi-gods of a brave new "virtual" world?
If you could imagine for a second, that we were to carry the same
abilities and powers into the real world. What would we see? You
are having and annoying conversation with someone you dislike, in
heartbeat they vanish from site. You could instantly alter every
part of your appearance, as to be totally unrecognizable, or to
appear to be someone else entirely. Any company or person you wished,
with a wave of your hand, they would lose the ability to communicate
with anyone else in the world. You could be a ghost, and ethereally
pass through any locked door or alarm system. You could grab any
piece of information you desired from that home or office, and pass
back through it's locked doors, with out any trace.
Would these abilities not elevate us above normal human status?
Is coding not the act of creation on a God like scale? " I
wrote a little telnet app yesterday." Would translate, "
Well you know, it took me a couple of hours, but I built this nifty
little machine that allows me to instantly teleport myself to anywhere
in the world." If that is the translation for writing a telnet
app, what would everyone think of the guys that wrote Half life?
So then back to our lives in this virtual world. Are we Gods? No.
To us there is only one true God. And that is the Internet herself.
All of her protocols, and operating systems. All of her routers,
switches, fiber, and servers. Every tiny part of her, that communicate
so eloquently together, as to create a whole. A whole entire being,
that we all reside within. This is our God. This is whom we choose
to worship. So what are we then my Hacker brethren? We make up less
than 1% of all who reside within. Are we priests? No, I would place
that label on the sysadmins, and helpdesk jockeys who instruct the
herd. Perhaps we are Demons? Do demons not belong to the darkside,
to the anti-God? If the Internet is our God, who is our Devil? Is
it possible to have a positive without a negative, a Ying without
a Yang? We must have an anti-God, yet what? I am not sure I know
the answer. Could it be all that seek to control her? All that seek
to bend our God to their gluttonous financial and controlling gain?
It sounds plausible, and don't we battle against these powers? Do
we not war against the very idea of governments and corporations
altering our brave new world? If we are warriors of our God, would
that not make us Angels?
Thousands of years from now, our descendants may read their bible
and understand how we all fought gallantly against the forces of
darkness to ensure they lived in a world free of tyranny and oppression.
They would read how the few battled fearlessly against the many,
how we couldn't fathom the far-reaching consequences of our actions.
They would marvel at how many of us were captured and destroyed,
with out even knowing why we had to fight.
So mabey we really don't need to grasp at an ethereal "why".
It may all be pre-ordained, mabey we are just meant to do what we
do, and it will all be revealed further down the long treacherous
road. Then again
It is possible we are all just vitamin E deficient, socially inept
humans, with a burning desire to wreak havoc, and feel power and
respect we aren't afforded in our daily lives. Perhaps it is none
of these things, yet that isn't for me to decide. I personally like
the idea of throwing down my gauntlet, and standing as an avenging
angel bedside my God. Ready to war against all that would seek to