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 techno-brain, 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 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 up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened
by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or feels aching 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 incompentencies 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
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?
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 out smarting you, something 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.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
The Lake
The Lake
It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the
incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I
loved to explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where
reminiscent of a fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and
burning glow of the sun was relentless. Nonetheless, this fact did not
bother us one bit, but gave us more incentive to dance with our cool and
embracing "long-lost love".
The first step of this operation was making sure that our neighbors
had gone away from the house for at least two hours. Since it was their
lake and property, this made it safe for us in not getting caught in the
middle of our escapade. Upon this, my brother and I snuck to their
backyard like two undercover police officers, until we were in the clear.
Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively
lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared
so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and
distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself,
with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp
water and healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose
the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans
rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of
grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the
paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked
us downstream, periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp
branches leaning over the water- Now that was true adventure! Minutes
later, my brother and I, after passing under many pipes and tunnels,
floated into a huge "cul de sac" of water, with an island in the center.
In our amazement, we paddled there as vigorously as toddlers learning to
swim. We tied the kayaks to a thin branch with the slimy green rope
mysteriously attached to them, and hopped onto the island. We basked in
pure amazement.
After the tempo settled, we started our natural brotherly routine.
My brother and I sat on the muddy bank, with our feet dipped in water,
and threw stones out as far away as we could in our competitive nature.
We set aside our differences, and together, bonded. My newfound companion
and I sat, laughed, fought, played, and talked, as the sun slowly left
us.
At this point it did not matter what happened to us for taking the
kayaks, because whatever it was, it could not replace the priceless
experience we shared with one another.
It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the
incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I
loved to explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where
reminiscent of a fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and
burning glow of the sun was relentless. Nonetheless, this fact did not
bother us one bit, but gave us more incentive to dance with our cool and
embracing "long-lost love".
The first step of this operation was making sure that our neighbors
had gone away from the house for at least two hours. Since it was their
lake and property, this made it safe for us in not getting caught in the
middle of our escapade. Upon this, my brother and I snuck to their
backyard like two undercover police officers, until we were in the clear.
Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively
lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared
so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and
distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself,
with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp
water and healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose
the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans
rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of
grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the
paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked
us downstream, periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp
branches leaning over the water- Now that was true adventure! Minutes
later, my brother and I, after passing under many pipes and tunnels,
floated into a huge "cul de sac" of water, with an island in the center.
In our amazement, we paddled there as vigorously as toddlers learning to
swim. We tied the kayaks to a thin branch with the slimy green rope
mysteriously attached to them, and hopped onto the island. We basked in
pure amazement.
After the tempo settled, we started our natural brotherly routine.
My brother and I sat on the muddy bank, with our feet dipped in water,
and threw stones out as far away as we could in our competitive nature.
We set aside our differences, and together, bonded. My newfound companion
and I sat, laughed, fought, played, and talked, as the sun slowly left
us.
At this point it did not matter what happened to us for taking the
kayaks, because whatever it was, it could not replace the priceless
experience we shared with one another.
Solitary Confinement On Antarctica
During my assignment of a one year long period of solitary confinement on Antarctica the three things that I would bring with me would be: a computer equipped with internet access and teleconferencing capabilities; my ski equipment including my climbing gear; and a snowmobile that is run by electricity because of a lack of Mobil stations at the South Pole. The computer, ski equipment, and snowmobile would allow me to endure and make the best of a year long period that would be pure Hell without these three things.
The sub zero climate of the Antarctic winter would make it unbearable to venture outside of my quarters. The computer that I would bring would allow me to keep in contact with the world outside of Antarctica, and with my family and friends via the internet and teleconferencing. The computer would also serve as a way for me to keep a journal of the events that occurred through out my year long solitary confinement at the life deficient South Pole. My computer would also provide a source of entertainment with games and programs I could use to pass the time.
I would bring my alpine ski equipment along with my rock climbing gear to the earth's frozen basement. The two passions of my life are snow skiing and rock climbing. On the Antarctic continent lie many mountain ranges that have the world's driest and most plentiful powder, and the most magnificent rock and ice faces and cliffs. These conditions are a skier's and rock climber's heaven. The mountains could provide me with a sense of extreme pleasure and make my stay in the earth's freezer well worth it. There is one problem with skiing in Antarctica, there are no ski lifts. This would pose a problem to me if I didn't have my climbing gear. However, I was intelligent enough to realize that I would have to climb the mountains in order to ski them, which is why I brought my climbing gear.
To provide transportation around the continent and to the mountains I would bring an electric snowmobile to Antarctica. The snowmobile would have to run on stored electricity and be rechargeable. I would cruise the frozen plains of Antarctica on the snowmobile, observing one of the last uncharted frontiers of the modern world. I would be able to see the creatures of the world of ice and observe how they have adapted to life in the Antarctic.
A year long span of solitary confinement spent in the Antarctic could be endured and enjoyed by myself if I had these possessions with me. I would not willingly go to Antarctica by myself for a year. However, I would choose to go to this frozen part of our planet for a short stay, along with a few companions to ski, and observe the last undeveloped and unpopulated continent of the earth.
The sub zero climate of the Antarctic winter would make it unbearable to venture outside of my quarters. The computer that I would bring would allow me to keep in contact with the world outside of Antarctica, and with my family and friends via the internet and teleconferencing. The computer would also serve as a way for me to keep a journal of the events that occurred through out my year long solitary confinement at the life deficient South Pole. My computer would also provide a source of entertainment with games and programs I could use to pass the time.
I would bring my alpine ski equipment along with my rock climbing gear to the earth's frozen basement. The two passions of my life are snow skiing and rock climbing. On the Antarctic continent lie many mountain ranges that have the world's driest and most plentiful powder, and the most magnificent rock and ice faces and cliffs. These conditions are a skier's and rock climber's heaven. The mountains could provide me with a sense of extreme pleasure and make my stay in the earth's freezer well worth it. There is one problem with skiing in Antarctica, there are no ski lifts. This would pose a problem to me if I didn't have my climbing gear. However, I was intelligent enough to realize that I would have to climb the mountains in order to ski them, which is why I brought my climbing gear.
To provide transportation around the continent and to the mountains I would bring an electric snowmobile to Antarctica. The snowmobile would have to run on stored electricity and be rechargeable. I would cruise the frozen plains of Antarctica on the snowmobile, observing one of the last uncharted frontiers of the modern world. I would be able to see the creatures of the world of ice and observe how they have adapted to life in the Antarctic.
A year long span of solitary confinement spent in the Antarctic could be endured and enjoyed by myself if I had these possessions with me. I would not willingly go to Antarctica by myself for a year. However, I would choose to go to this frozen part of our planet for a short stay, along with a few companions to ski, and observe the last undeveloped and unpopulated continent of the earth.
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