Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
 "Hacker Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker
 Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

 Damned geeks. 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
They don't understand me. They shun me and
call me "nerd", "spaz", "weirdo", "freak" or "geek"...

 Damned 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..."

 Damned cheater. He 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...

 Damned nerd. 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...

 Damned loser. 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, ignored by the apathetic and ridiculed by the mundane.
The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few
 are like drops of water in the desert; so rare. The others made us what we are...

 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.