Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. 'Teenager Areested 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 in junior high or high school. I've listened to
teachers expain 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.
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 you ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby
food at school when we hungered for steak.. the bits of meat that...