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| -- Mentor's Last Words ---------------------------------------------------------------------|
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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"...                                                       |
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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                                  |
|     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?                                                          |
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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 most                        |
|     of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...                                  |
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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 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..."                                                                             |
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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 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...                                                  |
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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                             |
|     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.                                           |
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|     "This is it... this is where I belong..."                                               |
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|     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...                            |
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|     Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...                           |
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|     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.                                                  |
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|     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.                                                                    |
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|     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.                                                          |
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|     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.                    |
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