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Visiting a relic

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So I got bored the other night at work.
Found my way to my old stomping ground HackForums.net
Man, is it ever gone to a graveyard since I left/not allowed to return.

I sit in certain group chat channels and the such, and hear the same constant complaint.
“Jesse’s lost the plot” “Omni’s gone cash greedy” “Its not about community anymore, its about profit”

Im not even sure what to honestly say at this point being Ive been out of the community so long and what I hear or see is basically 3rd party info at this measure.

Jesse has blocked me and/or made a point to ignore any request to return to the site legitimately. Yet he watches his empire crumble around him thinking stupid fucking games like hackermon and the casino is an incentive any longer?

@Omniscent / Jessa Labrocca

Your site is failing because you have become what the Hacker ethos riles against.
– Control and Over-Governing.

You lost your way, Son.
Perhaps you need to refresh on the OG Manifesto and original ambitions to what Hacking is meant to be
If that’s the case, I implore you to Re-read It.


\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/

                                  by

                           +++The Mentor+++

                      Written on January 8, 1986

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    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 will-
ing 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.

                           +++The Mentor+++

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