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        willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the        desert.