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The Quotes
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Click quote to find my interpretation/explanation of it.
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"Another one go 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 yes 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." - The Mentor, January 8,
1986
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